A/N: hey guys, just as a heads up; I was never good enough will probably not be updated anytime soon.

Honestly I had first started this story on a whim in grade seven. I don't even know where the plots going. I've completely lost interest in this.

Right now, I'm only dedicated to my other story that I'm working on, It's called "vermilion" if you wanna check that out on my profile.

But maybe, when I finish vermilion, I might come back for this. Until then, I guess it's goodbye.

As an apology I wrote this little oneshot? Not sure what its supposed to be. But I figured it would be better to leave off with a chapter than just an authors note.

Thanks you guys for supporting me on this story until now.


I stared long and hard at the raven haired boy next to me. Unblinking, my eyes were fixated on him. Since the morning of class, I've been pondering over the same question.

My eyes narrowed, why had Natsume been the one to carry me?

Ever since a few days ago, when I had woken up at the hospital and had been informed that I was carried there by the fire Alice weirder; I started studying Natsume a little bit more closely.

And by studying, I meant staring him down in classes- as if my glare alone can drive the answers out of him. Surely he's noticed my staring by now.

He's just being a prick and ignoring me.

With that thought I stared even more intensely, I was determined to crack him.

"Higurashi-san"

Narumi's voice ended my one sided glaring contest.

"Hai, sensei?" I drawled, turning my gaze to the front of the classroom.

Narumi stood there with a book in one hand, and a piece of chalk in the other. He had paused his writing to call me out.

"Please pay attention to the lesson, Higurashi-san," the blonde teacher advised.

"Hn."

Sure, I'll amuse you.

With that thought, I opened my notebook and took up my pen.

"Thanks you, Higurashi-san."

That smile on his face was so annoying- It gave me an unhealthy urge to punch it off his face. But of course, one can only dream. It's not as if I can really do that.

I eyed Natsume out of the corner of my eyes, he didn't seem to be paying attention to the lesson either. With nothing else to do, I started up my staring contest once more- just a little bit discrete this time.

And this was how the rest of the class was spent. My eyes were getting painfully dry as the lunch bell rang.

But I refused to give up my staring.

While others got up for lunch, I stayed in my seat, eyes still glued onto the black haired boy. He didn't get up as well.

Finally, in what seemed liked ages, he spoke.

"Kagome-san," he spoke evenly.

I blinked. So we were on first name bases now are we?

"Hai?"

With a sigh, he finally said those long awaited words.

"Stop staring at me."

Ha. I win.

I cracked him.