My nose started to burn after rubbing it so many times with some rough tissues I found in the unlocked Gym Coach's workroom in the gym. I didn't use the hankie that Kiriyama gave me. It wasn't because I was disgusted in him giving it to me; it was because he gave it to me out of an act on kindness. Well, I was sure that it was kindness, but whatever it was, I felt warm and fuzzy in the pit of my stomach.

Silly me.

I'm sure that if my life was a story, many people would be asking the same damn question. "How the hell does she still like that incompetent prick?" Well, sorry to say you kind readers, I really don't know why myself.

I would try to convince myself that I didn't like him. Say to myself in my head, "You don't like him, you don't," But then another voice would go, "Oh, but you do!"

I sighed heavily to myself as I folded Kiriyama's handkerchief and slipped it into my skirt pocket, slowly walking out of the gym, rubbing my puffy eyes once more. As I finally approached my locker, I sniffled a bit. I quickly turned the lock until I had gotten my code in there, and yanked it open, pulling a few books from it.

"Still here?" I heard someone say. I jumped slightly and quickly turned to see Mimura propped up against the wall, smirking at me.

My heart sped up a bit.

And another question that would be frequently asked, "Didn't she say that she didn't like Mimura anymore, I mean god damn?!" That can be answered. It was as if, once I start not liking him anymore, he starts to notice me, making those feelings resurface, but just a bit. I can't help myself.

I really, really can't.

"Uh, ya, the whole… business with Kiriyama and stuff, had to get my books." I smiled at him, and shut my locker, leaning against my own locker while facing him, trying to look cool, and maybe a little cute. I mean really, I was pretty decent looking If I do say so my self. And as small as I am, I'm not as flat chested as some would think. But I'm still damn short. Mimura's eyebrow rose at my answer and he seemed to be observing my face carefully, when his face twisted into a scowl, "He made you cry?" He questioned, his voice hard and cold. I unconsciously reached up to touch my eyes and could feel the slight after burn underneath my eyes. "Uh, well… not so much him, more like my sensitivity got to me."

Mimura sighed heavily, his features softening into a glare, and he looked down at his shoes. "That pisses me off." I cocked my head and asked, "What does?" Even though I had a feeling that I knew what it was. Mimura's gaze trailed back to mine, his face stern. His foot shifted and he was a few inches closer to me now, causing me to have to look up at him. "Don't get pissed or anything, but I asked Yukie for the rest of the story. About Kiriyama, I mean. And she told me that you were crying because of him. Learning that he's made you cry twice ticks me off, because you're damn cute, and he's not worth your time." It felt like my world sort of collapsed. He must have thought that I looked ridiculous because my mouth dropped and I could tell that I probably looked like a strawberry. He sighed threw his nose and smirked to himself, rubbing the back of his head, "I knew you'd get mad. It's not my business, and I shouldn't have tried getting involved." I glanced around and held up my hands; I could feel my voice lodge into my throat as I tried to think of something to say.

(Just a quick note, I realize that Mimura is terribly ooc at this point, so please bear with Me. ;_;)
"N-No, No, no, no, no! It's not that, it's just… you kind of surprised me." A familiar smirk popped up on the play boy's face and he scoffed.

"Why, because I care?" he asked.

"Uh, well… yes, and no," I said quietly, still red. Mimura's head cocked and he said, still smirking, "Then why?" I let out a huge sigh and rubbed my temples; I didn't know whether I should tell him the truth right there, or make a big fat lie up, but while I was pondering, Mimura spoke up, "Is it because I'm suddenly noticing you?"

What was this guy a fricking mind reader?

"Uhm… just how much did Yukie tell you?" Mimura's smirk was mischievous and it made my stomach turn.

"She told me that you got pissed at Kiriyama because he made you stop liking me anymore. That's why I was afraid that you'd be mad at me for asking her in the first place." I smacked my forehead. Damn Yukie… that poo head doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut!

"Ah, I see…" I mumbled, feeling my cheeks blazing under my hand. I heard Mimura snicker and then his hands slipped into his pockets. I peeked up over my hand and he was gazing up at one of the florescent lights with a smile on his pretty face.

I don't know if it was the way the lights lit up his features or if it was just the way he always was, but he looked damn hot.

I was thinking, he's just always really gorgeous.

"You know, I'm also pretty mad at Kiriyama for other reasons."

I shuffled around for a second and inquired quietly, "Like?"

"Like how if it wasn't for him, you'd probably still like me. I mean shit; he practically pissed on my chances with one of the cuter girls in Class B." I looked up at him, my hand falling to my chin; I couldn't believe it. I was shocked, surprised, flabbergasted, and every other word for OHMYGOD in the dictionary.

"And I guess it made me feel kind of stupid when I found out that you thought I had never noticed you, Used to think that I made it pretty obvious when I liked a chick. Guess I need to work on that." I didn't have any time to feel shocked anymore, or to let in any more surprise, because Next thing I knew, his hand was cupping my chin and those experienced, been everywhere lips were pressed against mine, his other hand lightly caressing my waist. My skin tingled where he touched and I felt a warm, tickling sensation pool in my abdomen; what was this?

My lips slowly parted and his meshed with mine as my eyes slowly fell closed, my senses being overwhelmed in something sweet, something that I had never felt before…

Something new and I liked it.

My small hands reached up and I gripped his collar as tight as I could, letting my small body fall into his warm embrace, when he slowly pulled his lips from mine, and looked down at my face. I didn't feel like a silly boy crazy baboon at that point. Mimura made me feel stronger some how, and I met his gaze with eyes that spoke words of strength and pride instead of confusion and submission. But that didn't stop the small amount of pink that arose on my cheeks again.

He smirked and his hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my jaw line,

"How's that for making it obvious?"

MCK/MCK/MCK/MCK/MCK/MCK/MCK/MCK/MCK/MCK/

My whole body felt somewhat numb as I made my way back home. I felt dazed, but then I felt mad, and used.

Did I not know who I was kissing?

Mimura, sir'kissalot and Mister Beenineverygirl'spants, could have just been using me to get another lay jammed into his schedule. Those sweet words that made my heart go pitter patter could have just been his easy ticket in, and I let him kiss me.

You'd think that I didn't like it.

But oh yes I did.

He really did make me feel stronger, and like a woman. The intimacy in the kiss balanced out the shyness that I returned and I felt that I fit in his arms like a puzzle piece… but did it mean as much to him as it meant to me? Was he trying to make me fall for him again?

If he was, he was getting more then just a little fan girl crush. The feelings I had for Mimura were genuine, and I wanted to know if his feelings for me were as well.

God Dammit like I needed more questions.

1: Who the hell started that rumor?

2: Does Mimura actually like me or is he just in it for the sex?

3: Is Kiriyama really a lifeless zombie or does he have any feelings?

4: What am I gonna do with that damn handkerchief?

My hand unconsciously reached down to touch my pocket and I pulled the white hankie from it, holding it out in front of me as I came around the corner, getting closer to my street. I hardly glanced up and saw an approaching figure pretty far away from me, so I looked back down at the hankie, pressing it against my nose, and inhaling deeply.

It smelled faintly of Lavender.

Okay, I'll admit, smelling Kiriyama's handkerchief was pretty weird, but it was tempting, and it smelled really nice. I took a minute to analyze the fabric; it was a white square a bit bigger then my hand when my fingers are spread apart with golden trimming on the edges. I flipped it over, and saw K.K embroidered into it with black thread that sparkled a bit. It seemed expensive. I mean, I had known that Kiriyama was the son of the boss of one of the biggest companies in the prefecture, but I never really knew just how rich he was until I passed by his house— er, I mean mansion when the usual group and I were coming back from shopping in the city. I wouldn't have known that it was his if Satomi hadn't pointed it out.

I folded it neatly and slipped it back in my skirt pocket, looking up to see Kazushi Niida only 5 meters away from me. I stopped dead in my tracks and my eyes slanted when I saw a devilish smile on his lips, those perverted eyes looked me up and down, that dirty smile never leaving his lips as he passed by me.

I stood still, my body frozen in place; I could feel his stare on me even though he was walking from behind.

Kazushi Niida, the class Wannabe Rapist. He wanted a lay out of EVERY girl, so I guess that I shouldn't be yapping on Mimura's case.

Ya, Mimura's DEFINETLY not as bad as Kazushi Niida. Thank. GOD. Like we need two Niidas? Please. Even one is annoying.

When I was able to continue trekking towards my house, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I snatched it out of my pocket quickly, flipping it open and opening the new text message that I had received from Yukie.

"Hey. How did it go wit u and Kiri?" I scrunched my nose.

I didn't really want to tell Yukie and everyone else what had happened yet. It wasn't that I didn't trust them, (Though, Yukie spilling the beans to Mim pissed me off just a bit) I just didn't really feel up to confessing just yet. Especially not the Kiss.

So, I just closed my phone and put it back in my pocket. I hadn't even walked 4 feet when it vibrated again. I rolled my eyes and jerked my phone up to my face, opening the message and scanning over the computerized words, "U there?" I wanted to reply, "No I'm not here" but I refrained from doing so and just continued to walk back to my house, turning my phone off. Yukie hadn't texted me for the rest of the night.

I just wanted to end it here because I have some big shit planned for the next chapter, and didn't want to make this too long. So =D. YAY! I'm sorry Jenizaki, I had to let Chisato's grubby paws on Mim, if only for a second. XD Taka X Mim forever.