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Michiru smirked at Haruka who was still in awe to see the beauty guru, highly acclaimed painter and violinist standing in front of her. The uniform, the same Haruka was wearing, looked great on the shorter girl.
"You look good wearing it. Do you like it?" Michiru asked. She walked over to a chair and placed her violin in it's suitcase. She then got out a bottle of water that was sitting beside her chair and took a few gulps. When she was done, she stared back at the blonde with blue eyes.
"Well," Haruka started. "If I didn't like it then I wouldn't be wearing it, now would I?"
Michiru laughed, but she wasn't turned off by the bluntness that came from Haruka. Instead, she picked up her violin case and walked over to Haruka. She opened her class suitcase and took out two tickets. Haruka took them and glanced at them. She huffed when she saw Michiru was just promoting her next violin concert. Either way, she walked past Haruka with a flip of her aquamarine hair. Haruka turned to watch her leave; Michiru was a sweet girl, a bit innocent like, but Haruka couldn't miss that sass the other young woman held.
Haruka smiled and thought to herself. She then shook her head thinking Michiru was probably too hard to get. Of course, Haruka could always try but there were so many other girls who were fast and easy that Haruka really had no desire to play games. Even if the student she would be playing games with was an accomplish artist.
She made it back to class and slipped into her desk without fail, but apparently, the fact the owner of Kaioh brand was now attending this high school was all anyone could talk about. Haruka sat towards the back so she had to deal with the girls going on and on about make up opportunities and then there were the boys, the boys who went on and on about Michiru being a goddess no other girl could match up to. Haruka rolled her eyes to that comment and nearly puffed out her lips. She sat leaning forward with her legs crossed and her chin resting on her hand. Michiru was pretty and all, but a goddess was stretching it a bit much.
A letter landed on Haruka's desk. A letter-what year were they in, 1992? Haruka laughed at her own inner joke and slowly opened the letter. She looked up now and then to make sure the teacher didn't see her. The letter read:
Sorry, I haven't been around...but I got an abortion.
Haruka looked around and saw sitting toward the window was a girl she used to be friends with benefits with. The girl was named Kokiko, pretty too, thick legs and medium size breast. Her hair was light blue and often worn in pig tails that curled. Haruka read the letter again. An abortion? Haruka and Kokiko's relationship was a while ago, like the beginning of the year a while ago. They had sex maybe two of three times and then Kokiko fell ill. She was throwing up in the morning and-wait a minute! Haruka turned to look back at Kokiko; she too was messing around with boys behind Haruka's back. Haruka balled up the letter. Served her right then for getting pregnant. Haruka placed the balled up letter in her class suitcase that sat on the floor beside her desk.
When class let out, Kokiko caught up with Haruka and pulled her into the restroom.
"So what, you're not gonna say anything?" She asked, her face was red and she was glaring at Haruka.
Haruka wasn't one for yelling, but Haruka glared back nonetheless. "What do you want me to say, Kokiko? Apparently you were sleeping around with men behind my back."
Kokiko grabbed Haruka's arm. "You were the only one I was with, Haruka. I was with no one else."
"News flash! Girls can't get girls pregnant!" She responded back to Kokiko but that didn't stop the other girl from moving her eyes down to Haruka's crotch. "Nope, it's the same equipment. My body's not a futamanga-k."
Kokiko turned away and put her hand over her mouth, and her eyes began to swell. Haruka sighed and realized she was probably being too harsh. She walked over to Kokiko and grabbed her back so the other girl could turn around, and look at Haruka.
"Listen, I know it may be hard to admit." Haruka said,"but...maybe something happened to you that you don't want to admit."
Kokiko backed away from Haruka, her face more hostile. "You're saying you think I was raped?"
"What else could it be, Kokiko?"
Kokiko seemed broken, confused, and probably still didn't believe she was sexually violated but reality wise, biologically wise, Haruka was no way involved. It was ridiculous to even speculate about it. Haruka glared at the other girl; she remained where she was in the center of the restroom as Kokiko left back out into the hallway. She was insulted; these girls were blaming Haruka for their own promiscuity and lack of responsibility at taking protection. Haruka always tried her best to prepare. She sniffed the air, washed her hands then left.