I've found a way to get away with writing this! My first hour and fifth hour, seeing how my first hour is Creative Writing and my fifth hour is Honor's English. :D How clever am I? Sometimes I amaze myself. :P I hope you enjoy chapter 11 !

Mamoru had held me. In his arms. On the floor. Huh, that sounds worse than it was… but on a lighter more spastic note. OH MY FUCKING GOD! I KNOW RIGHT? And we lied there, just talking, no funny business. Even though as usual one part of me was all for such foolishness and lovey-dovey canoodling in our undercrackers, and the other part was covering herself like a spaz. How confusing.

"How old are you?" after a little while of silence, he asked the question I had been dreading the entire time we'd been laying there. The possibilities of his response to my answer were endless.

"Well, it depends on how you look at it," I rambled, trying to stall as best I could. I knew that if I told him, he'd feel like he'd been taking advantage of me. Which he hadn't, he hadn't planned on all this happening.

"I'm looking at it like I wanna know how you are," he smiled sweetly, and for few seconds I felt like no matter what I said he wouldn't care, he would sweep me into his arms and ride away into the sunset on a white stallion. Around the sunset point of quick daydream, I realized that had a one in a million chance of happening.

"Okay," I stood up, because I knew once I told him, our quiet Kodak moment would be over, "I'm nineteen."

He didn't say anything; he just stared at the floor, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. I wanted to be mad, because he HAD brought me into his apartment, what did he think might happen? If he's such a lady-killer, he would have had to of known how damn hot and sexy he was.

"Ah, okay, I can live with that," he mused, running his hand through his still wet hair; I realized he was looking me over. I cleared my throat dramatically, suddenly feeling awkward that I was standing over him. I could hear the shower running, and I fiddled with my hair timidly.

"U-uh, well the shower's already running, and I know that you uh, wanted to, you know, take a shower," I bumbled like a complete tart, and my inner conscious was beating her head against the wall.

"Right, thanks," he smiled and leapt up going straight into the bathroom.

I sighed heavily, flopping down onto the couch, but quickly jumped back up when I remembered I was still half-nudie. I knew I was distracted when I forgot I was half-naked. I got up to find some clothes in one of the bags Mamoru had retrieved for me. I finally found one and began to realize that Minako had been the one to prepare my bag. There were definitely some not-so-warm pieces hiding out in the large plastic bag. I grabbed my favorite dark skinny jeans with the red sequins on the back-pockets. I also pulled out a red graphic tee that read "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" (complete with a cartoon sketch of the Beatles being chased by a pack of rabid fan girls).

I sat back down on the couch picking my cell phone off the coffee table. I sent a quick S.O.S message to Minako.

can i come home?

With those four words I knew she would understand I was slightly distressed. I set my phone back down on the glass top coffee table, pulling my heavy backpack onto my lap. I looked through my folders to find that all of them had been reorganized, no doubt by Ami. I could tell by the way all the assignments were arranged so the ones that needed to be done first were on top. I mean, don't get me wrong, I was so happy that she had done it for me. But it was hard to imagine shy Ami trying to explain to Mamoru that he was packing it up all wrong. She tended to get very OCD about organization. (I would know.)

I started on my Professional Writing homework, which was writing a complaint to a company because of a red sweater that went to shit after one wash. Then, you had to write a response letter to your complaint letter. Pretty damn ridiculous if you ask me.

But it sat there and did all of it, and whilst I did Mamoru finished his shower and wandered to his bedroom. Before then, I hadn't noticed just how big his apartment was. Exceptionally large by my standards. And in all reality, I hadn't the slightest clue of where Mamoru lived. It could've been underground and I wouldn't have known. I doubted modeling for college classes paid enough money to afford such a… well-endowed apartment. Well-endowed? I concluded that his parents must've paid for it.

He came back out of his bedroom with dark skinny(ish) jeans and a long sleeved green Aeropostale shirt. He walked past the back of the couch on the way to the kitchen. As he passed me he tugged on my hair playfully,

"You look good when you let your hair down," he sounded nonchalant and I felt my cheeks tingle. But would Mamoru keep acting like this when I went back home? I highly doubted it.

After awhile I finally finished my almost all of my homework, I even attempted to read the actual version of The Odyssey. Blech. Anyways, I started packing up all of my stuff.

"What are you doing?" Mamoru was standing by the couch with a bowl of fruit loops.

"Packing my stuff so I can go home. Why?" I looked up at him and he seemed a little let down.

"No reason, I was just wondering," lies! I knew there must've been a reason for him to ask me.

"Oh, okay then. Well I'm gonna get ready to go then."

"How are you getting home?"

"I'm walking."

"Well, do you want a ride?" His voice was clipped. What the hell was his major malfunction?

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks," I smiled, acting as though I couldn't tell there was something stuck up his ass.

He helped me carry my bags out to his car and off we went Mamoru turned on the radio, and we didn't talk the entire time. I watched as he reached into the center console and pulled out a black CD case. As we reached a stoplight, he pulled out a red CD, put it into the CD player, and skipped to number seven. I looked over at him a smile fighting against my pissy mood. The Beatles, a phase I'd gone through middle school and most of high school. But although my heartstrings were being tugged by the familiar melodies the fact that Mamoru was acting so strange was a little off-setting.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked, my words dripping with anger.

"I'm not really ready for you to leave yet. I kinda liked not having to be a total asshole towards you."

"Why would you quit now?"

"I have an ego to keep up."

"Why? I don't understand you Mamoru!" we'd finally reached my house and I leapt out of the car, grabbing all of my things from the back seat. Weighed down with all my bags I still managed to run straight into the house and up to my room, Luna running close behind.

Luna and I looked carefully out my window, watching a scene unfold. Minako was the first out of the house, looking uber-pissed as she talked to Mamoru. He looked pretty suave and calm to the naked eye, but to me he seemed a little nervous. The way he kept running his fingers through his hair. Rei came bounding out next, Ami trailing close behind. I knew Rei was saying hello when Mamoru shifted his eyes away from her. I nearly hit my head on the dresser when he looked up at my window. How did he know it was mine? I didn't care, I was mad.

My first week back at school was marvelously wonderful. I'd managed to get my homework turned in on time and I'd gotten my grade in Professional Writing back up to B+. Without my mom to heckle me about my grades, Ami figured she should take that role. As an added bonus, I hadn't seen the egomaniac Mamoru Chiba since I'd gotten home.

I had also managed to get a hold of Mr. Butka and I apologized that I hadn't called in to work. He said it was fine, and that he wouldn't have needed me those days anyways.

Sweetest Day was in a week and I still had no idea what the hell it was. I went to the campus library on my half hour break between my first two classes so I could get material for my research paper in English 101. I hopped on one of the computers, quickly going to Wikipedia.

"Aha!" I whispered to myself.

Confectioners created sweetest Day as a way to sell more candy. But over the years it evolve into a cross between a Sadie Hawkins dance and Valentine's Day. What I mean, is that the girls are supposed to buy the guys flowers and chocolate. How damn cheesy is that? Like a genius, I'd figured that the carnival was for Sweetest Day, but I'd also figured that unless Mamoru got his shit together he could go fly a damn kite for all I cared.

I looked over to the girl who was sitting at the computer next to me and was taken aback by how pretty she was. She had curly light brown that twisted into a ponytail with a green tie that was high on her head. She had baby pink rose earrings and beautiful green eyes. I looked away when she turned towards me, and quickly closed out of the internet browser. I got up and went to the back of the library.

I pulled my list of possible topics out of my back pocket.

Possible Research Paper Topics

Vampires

The Beatles

Necrophilia

Genitalia Mutilation in Africa

The Bubonic Plague

"Usagi?" the familiar deep voice made my heart jump, Haruka and been sitting at the table beside me the entire time.

"Haruka-san!" I smiled brightly.

"How's it goin?"

"I guess it's going pretty good. How about you?"

"Just waiting around for Michiru to get here," Michiru was one lucky girl.

Welp, I tried to make this pretty neato. So I hope it's lived up to your expectations. : )