I'm sorry. I know it's totally expected for Hoshi to be Ryoma's match but I couldn't resist!
I grumbled a bit as I rubbed my head and kicked the tennis ball towards the wall.
"Hoshi Tezuka." a male's voice said causing me to spin around to see Hikaru Yokou.
I blinked. There was no way he could be my match, this is Hikaru Yokou we're talking about. The kid who teased me ever since the third grade when I got my braces on. The most conceited guy with an ego as large as Jupiter. One of the riches kids in the school [who reminds you of Atobe Keigo]. The womanizer who even dated a few high school senior girls! The guy with a fan club with girls half way across the world and almost every girl in the school…including a few teachers…that's how he passes most of his classes. He's sorta like Horio since he always boost about himself.
"Ah…so your lucky number six." he said as he sprayed some mouth spray in his mouth.
"Isn't it lucky number seven? And how could I've been matched up with you?" I asked as I stuck out my tongue in disgust.
"Well…we may have more in common than we know. So why not get to know each other?" Hikaru smirked as I grumbled but decided to at least try.
"So what is your favorite food?" I read from the card as I glanced up at Hikaru.
"Seaweed Salad." he answered as I thought about it.
"Seaweed Salad is okaay…[a/n: it's actually sorta good…]" I said as I thought about it. "But I prefer Fried Fish." I answered as he made a face.
"How can you like fish? It's so disgusting. It's for poor people with no taste." he said as I pouted.
"Okaay…uh…favorite color?" I asked as he smiled.
"Purple. It's the color of royalty." He said as I nodded.
"That's my favorite color too…but not for that reason…do you like soccer?" I asked as he laughed.
"That sport is sooo boring…in fact all sports are boring…" he stated as he examined his nails.
"What kind of music do you like?" I asked as I tried my best to smile.
"Oh…pop…I hate classical." he said with a shudder. "I hate the violin and piano more, I mean…those instruments are soo annoying and they sound so ugly." he said as my lips twitched downward.
"Do you have siblings?" I asked as he nodded his head.
"Seven. And your Tezuka-San's Imouto-Chan. You don't even deserve to be his sibling. Heck I think your adopted. Your parents didn't want you so they sent you to the Tezuka's I mean...your not even good at tennis. You suck. Your musical skills suck. Your not a very good artist…I mean your average but nothing special…you're a Regular on the Girl's Soccer Team but that's not very special I mean…anyone can play soccer. You don't look gorgeous…but you do look prettier than a few girls…in fact your quite cute. I might date you even. Feel special I even considered it. Oh did I mention how bad you are at tennis I mean-"
"I think you already mention that." I stated through gritted teeth.
"Well! That was rude! Don't interrupt people! Did your mother teach you your manners? Why I-" he continued his rant as I droned him off.
The music blaring though the stereo and the amount of chatter in the echo bouncing gym made it hard to hear anyone else's conversation save for your own so nobody could hear him criticizing me. I'm trying my best not to slap him. He's just so…ugh.
"Oh it looks like you finally got those train tracks off your teeth and those buck teeth you have seem to have gone away. That's good…I heard your failing English. Hah you must be stupid to be failing a class. I'm smart so I pass all my classes including English…well I did live there for a few years. How can you fail English though? That class is like super easy and-"
"Hey." a voice interrupted Hikaru.
I turned my head to see Ryoma standing there with a ticked off look on his face.
"What? Don't you know it's rude to interrupt someone?" Hikaru snapped, obviously ticked off.
"Don't you know it's rude to criticize someone like that right in front of them?" Ryoma asked as Hikaru glared at him. "Besides…I came to tell you there was a mix up. Hoshi your number is actually one not six. Sakuno messed up." Ryoma said as I blinked.
Yay.
"Who is the person with the number one than? Do you know?" I asked as Ryoma raised his hand slightly.
"I should've know…" I muttered to myself as I sighed.
"Who's my match than?" Hikaru inquired frustrated as Ryoma pointed at Tomo.
Hikaru's jaw fell as Ryoma pulled me away from him and towards the window near the exit of the gym. Once we where there I scrunched my face in confusion. Ryoma seemed to notice because he looked at me.
"What?" he asked as I titled my head.
"I just don't see how I could be matched with you." I stated as I looked at him.
Sure Ryoma was cute and a part of me was happy that I was matched with him and I seemed to relax a bit more than usual when I was around him but…we where totally different…right?
"Why do you say that?" he asked as he leaned against the wall while looking for something.
"They don't have Ponta if that's what your looking for." I said as he looked at me shocked. "I looked while Hikaru was telling me all my flaws."
"How'd you-?"
"When your friends with the president of your fan club you pick up a few things, like how your obsessed with Ponta. Besides…I wanted a can of Ponta. My Oji-Chan restricts soda so when he's visiting we have to dump out all the soda which is mainly my stash of Ponta." I said as I scratched the side of my cheek.
"Why?" he asked as I shrugged my shoulder.
"He says I'll get fat and then I won't be able to run anymore or something about that. He's strict. He's the reason Aniki always has you guys run laps." I explained as he nodded his head.
"When I ate over your house…why did you have to run laps?" Ryoma asked me.
"My Oji-Chan is strict. He says that if Aniki and I run laps everyday we'll get better stamina." I said with a shrug as I saw Ryoma nod his head.
"So…what's you favorite food?" Ryoma asked as I blinked.
He was using the cards…and actually trying. I was about to answer when a tennis ball hit my head.
"Where are these coming from?" I asked with a pout as Ryoma chuckled a bit, but quickly covered it up.
Tennis isn't my thing.