Rin Matsuoka
A cup of steaming hot chocolate in hand, I hopped out of the cafe door, and slipped as I stepped on a patch of ice.
"Gah!" I yelped, swinging my arms out to the side, trying to regain balance. My body halted, and I sighed in relief as I straightened myself.
"Wooo. That was a close call." I mumbled, staring down at my feet, "That's dangerous though. I should probably tell-"
I turned around slowly, about to walk back inside and complain about the ice patch; when my arm bumped into something and the hot chocolate in my hands splashed against it. I craned my head up to see a tall, burgundy haired male glowering down at me.
My eyes trailed down and noticed his white uniform jacket, which was now stained a light brown from the hot chocolate.
"Oi." he snarled, revealing a set of shark like teeth. I gulped as the vicious atmosphere made me shrink back slightly, "Look at what you did to my jacket."
I smiled at him apologetically, but then crinkled my brow in frustration.
"It wasn't my fault though. You had plenty of time to move out of the way when I was turning around." I argued, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
"So? It isn't your clothes that are messed up now." he remarked, and I pouted disapprovingly.
"Well, if anything, I think it's your fault for not paying attention to your surroundings."
"Just shut up and apologize." he snapped, and I turned my head to the side before scoffing.
"UH. Stupid jerk." I said in English before shooting him a fake smile so he wouldn't notice that I was bad mouthing him.
He looked at me, unamused.
"I can speak and understand English you know." he growled, folding his arms across his chest.
"Hehe.. Really..? Um.. I'm very- BYE!" I stuttered before sprinting away from the intimidating male.
After weaving down roads and through alleys, I finally stopped to catch my breath, and I looked over my shoulder to see if the boy had bothered to chase after me.
When I could see that there was no sign of the tall, cranky, yet very handsome, male, I sigh, and laugh slightly,
"Well, that was another close call." I panted, "Who knows what would happen if he caught me…"
"Who would catch you exactly?" I looked up to see the boy from before standing in front of me, and I point at him, shocked.
"You. How? Why?" He rolls his eyes and twirls his finger in the air.
"Look around stupid girl, you practically just ran back to me."
I glanced around to take a look at what he's talking about, and sure enough, to the left is the café I came out of just a while ago. Face palming myself, I realize that I had just ran in a circle.
Cussing under my breath, I looked back up at him, and smiled sweetly, making him shiver at my sudden attitude change.
"Hi, my name is-"
"I don't care what your name is, I just want money for my dry cleaning." the male said, rolling his eyes. I laughed loudly.
"HA! SO YOU'RE A CON ARTIST!" I deduced, and the teen widened his eyes.
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"It makes sense." I explained coyly, "Any normal person would've moved out of the way when I was turning around. But you didn't! You probably WANTED me to run into you so you could complain and try to get money off of me. BUT THAT'S NOT HAPPENING! BECAUSE I SAW THROUGH YOUR STUPID PLAN! SO HA. TAKE THAT YOU SLIMY CON ARTIST!"
The burgundy haired male barred his teeth menacingly, then walked away, muttering to himself.
"That's right, you BETTER run!" I squealed after him, "Good job self. You smothered his evil."
I smiled to myself happily before walking back inside the cafe to grab another cup of hot chocolate.
