CHAPTER TWO
3:43
Rima felt like crap. Ever since she saw that look on Nagihiko's face, she didn't know how to act around him. She tried to be the normal her, spouting semi-insults left and right, but it wasn't working- at all. Whenever he appeared into the room, her chest constricted with a pain that she couldn't understand and her mind would return to the time they'd had sex, sending her blood to rush through her cheeks, turning them an extreme shade of red.
"This never happened."
She bit at the inside of her cheek, thinking that just maybe a sliver of her regretted saying that. For the past three weeks she'd avoided Nagihiko all together, with the great excuse of being annoyed with him, she'd thought about another outcome that would have happened if she'd never said those three words.
What if she'd said,
"How do you feel about me Nagihiko?"
There could have been a chance for them to be together. For them to be a couple. True she might not love him as more than a friend, but given the chance, they could have been something else. But that would have been selfish of her if in the end she decided she never did love him and just kept him hoping on a return of his feelings- if that was how he felt.
'But the guy slept with me… how am I suppose to mistake that for something else. He has to have feelings for me.' Thought the blonde as she made her way to Gym, period 6. It was the second to the last subject and not only did Rima not really fancy the subject; she had it with Nagihiko and Nagihiko only. No Amu, no Kukai, no Yaya or Kairi. Just her and Nagi. Rima and Nagi.
"Here we go." Pushing the door open, Rima didn't expect the sudden weight to fall on her and she groaned, hitting the cold floor.
"I'm so sorry!" if her eyes had been open, they would have gone dinner-plate wide. Feeling that sudden warmth on her cheeks, Rima prolonged the moment she'd have to open her eyes as much as possible. But when he suddenly became very frantic, she had no other choice but to calm him down.
"I'm fine…" She held onto his hand as he pulled her up, and attempted not to flinch when she'd gathered the strength to look into his eyes. The moment she did, Rima wanted to lash at herself for doing something so idiotic.
His mesmerizing eyes, though still as molten-gorgeous, she couldn't help but notice how suddenly… very dull they seemed. It was as if he'd been placing in a full brigade of soldiers to guard such an expression to pool on his face that as soon as he must have realized he seemed so, he'd pasted a smile on his face.
Rima didn't know how to reply to this, and her hurt thumped almost painfully in her chest. Boldly, she gripped his hand tightly in hers.
"We need to talk." Looking around, she pulled at Nagihiko's hand and lead him away from the door to the gym, where anyone could see them, towards the closest Janitor's closet. Cliché and… somewhat pulled out of some boring fanfic, Rima couldn't think of anything else. 'Isn't this what they do in movies?'
"What's wrong?" Rima nearly groaned at that expression on his face. He seemed so utterly confuse and genuinely curious it made Rima want to smack him. It was perfectly constructed to hide what he was truly feeling inside and nothing stopped Rima when her hand suddenly collided with his cheek. "What the hell?!"
"Finally!" That wasn't supposed to leave her mouth. With her cheeks running a little red, she let out a gust of air. "You finally say something that's genuinely real."
Nagihiko dropped the hand that had been cradling his red cheek and it curled into a fist by his side. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about this." To emphasize her point, Rima swept a hand over Nagihiko's entire body then made a small circle between them. "You being so, 'I'm Mr. A-Ok~', when I most definitely can see that something is wrong with you. Don't you think I wonder about what could have happened if things went differently and you and I talked about it a little more?"
Rima stopped talking when Nagihiko's eyes widened, in a way different to how it did a moment ago. She couldn't stop the smile on her face- she somehow knew when he was being genuine, she just did.
"Yeah, I think about it." He finally confessed, eyes narrowing slightly. "But why the sudden change? You said that this," he did as she had, ran a hand over her then made a circle between them. "never happened. How was I supposed to tell you how I felt?"
Rima bit her lip, unsure. "… Tell me now."
Nagihiko stared at her, looking rather stupped, as if he honestly had no clue as to what to say. He seemed torn because that door Rima was leaning on, seemed oh so very easy to exit through.
Finally, he let out a sigh. "I... I don't know."
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5:34
She felt stupid. Rima slammed her Camaro door shut, and leaned her head against the wheel. How could she have been stupid enough to not know how Nagihiko would have reacted.
The boy just felt... guilty; guilty for having sex with her when he knew she was drunk. Having sex with her when he most probably had feelings for someone else (someone named Amu~). Having made love to her when there was no love to begin with.
"Idiot." She whispered. "Big idiot."
Sitting up, she heaved out a sigh and strapped on her seat belt. There was no point in staying in the parking lot when she could be moping at home with a huge tub of pecan praline ice cream.
As she backed up from her parking spot, Rima's eyes widened at the sight of a bright colored pink and purple. Amu and Nagihiko were talking a few cars away from her, and she distinctly recognized his Burgatti Veyron in the setting sun's light.
Amu looked shocked and angry while Nagihiko seemed rather nervous and anxious. He was doing most of the talking, and all Amu did was glare at her with hostile eyes that didn't belong to a sweet face like hers.
Looking away, Rima continued on her leave because she knew that this was none of her business. Just as she turned her headlights on, Amu's head snapped up and stared at her. But before Nagihiko could look, she stomped on the gas and got herself out of there.
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7:15
There was no one home. Rima had moved out of the Mashiro head house and into a condo somewhere near school. There were no objections because of both her mother and father's busy schedules. Tomorrow was the weekends; thank god for two days, fourty-eight hours of no school... and no Nagihiko.
Rima sat against the huge circle shaped love seat in her room. Her hair tied up in a high ponytail as she invested her hunger into aforementioned pecan praline ice cream.
It was quiet in the house, and she liked the silence, because sooner or later it was gonna be broken-.
Beep, beep.
Rima stared at her orange phone- that's been beeping for over twenty times since she got home.
Giving into curiosity as well as the sudden want for the dang beeping to stop; Rima grabbed her phone and glanced at the TV. Commercial's gonna go on for a while- at least she thought so.
Hinamori Amu - 6:00 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:02 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:04 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:05 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:07 p.m.
0916-931-2819 - 6:09 p.m.
Hinamori Amu - 6:12 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:13 p.m.
Hinamori Amu - 6:15 p.m.
Mama Mashiro - 6:15 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:16 p.m.
Hinamori Amu - 6:16 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:17 p.m.
Hinamori Amu - 6:18 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:19 p.m.
Hinamori Amu - 6:20 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:20 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:22 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:23 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:25 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:26 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:28 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:30 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:32 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:34 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:36 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:39 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:42 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:45 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:48 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:50 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:52 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:55 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:57 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 6:59 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 7:02 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 7:05 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 7:08 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 7:10 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 7:12 p.m.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 7:16 p.m.
Okay, so maybe it was a little bit more than twenty. There had to be like, forty messages (some were calls) all in all! How much credit load did these people have- unlimited?
Beep, beep.
And now we're leaning on forty-one. Rima blew on her blonde bangs and scrolled down onto the very latest.
Fujisaki Nagihiko - 7:18 p.m.
She decided to ignore that. Shoving her phone away from her and returning her attention to the TV (lucky her, her mom had an extra plasma screen TV), she watched the movie go on. Much to her luck, because she wanted to watch something different from her usual comedy shows, it was about a group of girls who had magical powers; three were practitioners, but one was an in-born witch. It seemed interesting.
"You're not answering my text messages- or my calls, just because of a movie?" Rima gasped, sitting up straight. Nagihiko was standing in her room, her balcony doors open. He stared at her with livid eyes, gazing at her with such animosity and intensity, she suddenly felt a little too conscious of her light nightgown and white socks.
"How did you get in here?" She asked, her voice stammering much too much for her liking.
"I climb trees and practically live on my roof." He took a step towards her and shrugged his jacket off.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Rima was on her knees, still on the loveseat. The big cushion gave her enough of a boost that she was leveled with Nagihiko's height.
"I came to talk." He took another step forward. "Please," his eyes were a molten bronze and Rima's breath caught in her chest. "Please give me a chance to explain."
"Explain what?" Rima asked, staring at him blankly. "You said you didn't want this relationship."
"That's what you want to think."
"No... You said that-."
"I didn't know." Nagihiko's eyes swooped down her entire body before they rested on hers. He took in a shaky breath. "Look, I know that you may think that I'm just a bastard who wants you for your body- but trust me when I say, that I just want you."
"So what," Rima mumbled. "This is just lust?"
"No." Nagihiko shook his head. "It isn't love either." He held up a hand to stop Rima's response. "I don't know what it is, but we can work this out."
"Work what out?" Rima asked. Her head was smimming and it was starting to ache. Coming with that pain was a hard prickling at her breast- dear god, her period was coming!
"Rima." Her name sounded like a swear word it almost hurt hearing it leave his beautiful lips in such a way. "You're not eating much but you're getting fat. You turn green at the sight of meat. You sleep in more often than before. You faint in class and come down in fevers for almost half the day during school." He was standing in front of her now. "How could you not notice?"
Rima blinked. Notice what? Sure, half the things he said was true- but what did that matter? She was fine, maybe a little vertigo-ish, but just fine. Sure her thoughts had mostly been centralized on Nagihiko, them having sex, she never once forgot of herself. That'd mean she would have become so stupid to not take care of herself just because she was idiotic enough to have unprotected sex with a guy she might or might not have hated.
Unprotected sex.
"You can't be suggesting that I-." She cut herself off, her cheeks turning red at the mere thought of it. He stared at her, as if willing his own thoughts to come into her head so that she'd finally be on the same page as he was. Rima let out a shaky breath. "You... We... You mean we might have made a b-ba- but we used a condom."
Nagihiko, though looked obviously embarassed, shook his head. "It was our first time and we actually used two cause we... broke the first."
Rima's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She didn't remember that part; only that she was pushing through euphoria when Nagihiko kissed her senseless for the upteemth time of that night. Gaining her senses, she shook her head.
"But you can't honestly be suggesting that we... I... We're..." Nagihiko nodded, willing her to say it. "Pregnant."
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8:29
It took her a whole thirty minutes to freak out. Ten minutes for her to wrap her head around the situation and claim that Nagihiko was a pervert for figuring out before she herself knew. Fifteen minutes for Nagihiko to coax her to a trip to the nearest drugstore. And now it was taking her ten minutes approaching the taunting shelf filled with boxes and boxes of tests.
Rima never liked tests. Physical tests, paper tests, hands-on tests, pregnancy tests; they were all the same. You either got a plus or a minus. Inside her heart, the blonde was (so sorry God) wishing she'd get a negative on this one.
Nagihiko was being very supportive. He had two hands on her shoulders, gently massaging her nervous body. Rima was glad to know that she had sex with someone who would be there for her.
Picking her courage; she took small steps forward, Nagihiko letting her go. She reached a hand out, aware that Nagihiko had his eyes on her, letting her know that she wasn't alone. He would be here, for every step of the way.
"I took eight..." Her cheeks darkened a red color. "Is that too much?"
Nagihiko shook his head and pulled her towards him. For the past hour they'd been together, he didn't restrict himself from showing her how much he loved her. What was the point? They could possibly be having a child- what's a little kiss and hug gonna do to worsen the situation?
"Better safe than sorry." He kissed her forehead and lead her to the counter. The woman standing behind the register stared at them in surprise. She was silent as she scanned the tests and handed them in a bag.
"Good luck." She murmured. Nagihiko nodded his head while he ushered Rima outside.
The small blonde couldn't understand. Did she mean, 'I hope you get a baby', or 'I hope you aren't pregnant'?
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9:15
Nagihiko took her home, and she locked herself into the bathroom, taking her sweet time. He stood against the door, listening to her in case she cried or broke down.
Teenage pregnancy was hard for anyone. Especially for people who had sex whilst drunk. To be honest he felt extremely guilty. He was only tipsy when he started dancing with the girl.
At that moment when she began grinding her beautiful body against his, years and years of holding himself back, errupted out of him and he had no more control.
That's why he'd taken her home that time. That's what drove him to taking her into his bed and making love to her till he felt his heart would burst.
But when they woke up and she had said those words... "This never happened."
That hurt him more than anything in the world. That's why he started to distance himself from her and her life. He wanted to give her her space. But when he saw those symptoms; the headaches, the constant chest pain that she complained to Amu during lunch. The fainting, the fevers. It was all too obvious for someone who actually paid attention to Health Class 101.
And somewhere inside; he'd had a feeling, that he and Rima were never meant to be a one night stand.
Abruptly, the door behind Nagihiko flew open and he yelped, slamming his feet onto the ground. He spun around and faced Rima, who had her head laid low.
"I couldn't..." She murmured something underneath her breath that he couldn't quite catch. Glancing over her shoulder, he saw four of the tests in a neat line by the tub.
He got it then- she couldn't bear to look.
"I'll do it." He titled her head up and stared into her eyes. They shined with fear so strong, he almost felt it himself. Such an expression should never be on such a beautiful face. He leaned down, cupped her face with both his hands and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Whatever happens, I'll be here for you... and the baby- if there is one."
Rima stared at him again, the fear gradually decreasing. She stood on the tips of her toes, gripping his arms for leverage then gave him a kiss that she hoped was sweet. "I know... Thank you, Nagi."
AN: Much thanks to Alexa and WeirdyTheFangirl for such nice reviews last chapter :D I have a question though, are there any Filipinos reading this fic?