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Bored, bored, so damn bored…
When the heck is Namiko coming back?
Currently, I am hiding in an empty classroom, trying to escape the evil, gay tennis team manager known as Mizuki. That weirdo wanted me to test some new juice that Inui from Seigaku gave.
Doesn't sound bad, right?
WRONG!
The juice was bubbling – shiver – and green! What kind of drinkable liquid is green?
"May be it wasn't drinkable," I look at the only other boy in the room, who helped me escape from tennis practice unnoticed.
Pshh, if you count running away, screaming, unnoticed.
"Yuuta, half the team doesn't give a care about us and the other half, namely Mizuki, was too busy admiring a picture of himself," the third year, Atsushi, commented.
"Darn it, did I just say that all out loud?" I asked, scratching the back of my head. I really need to be more careful…what if I said something embarrassing? What if Namiko had been here to hear it?!
"Stop worrying about your image in front of your girlfriend," Atsushi rolled his eyes.
"She's not my girl friend," I glared at the only other sane person on the team. "We're just good friends."
"Keep telling yourself that," Atsushi smirked.
"I will," I replied defiantly.
"And I suppose that fact that she hasn't called, doesn't bother you at all?" Atsushi taunted with a raise of his eye brow.
"Of course not," I answered, crossing my arms, "and even if she called right this moment, I wouldn't care, I wouldn't even pick it up."
"Oh really?"Atsushi and I began our staredown, well I was more or less glaring to get my point across.
Then my cell phone rang.
Our staredown continued for another second, but I couldn't take it anymore!
I scrambled for the phone, "Namiko! Why didn't you call me sooner? Are you alright???"