Mai's POV

He'd been avoiding me. For a week, Kyoya had been avoiding me. At least it felt like avoidance. He hadn't called me, sent me a message, we hadn't spoken at school, the few glances he spared me were practically glares, and I was beginning to lose patience with him. So when I found him alone in the hallway after the final bell, I didn't hesitate to confront him.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked harshly.

Kyoya glanced down at me coolly, "Well hello to you too." He sounded so indifferent.

I bit the inside of my cheek. "I'm sorry, hello. Now, why are you avoiding me?" I felt myself losing my temper and I was fighting so desperately to keep myself calm.

Kyoya shut his locker slowly before answering. For a few moments I didn't think he was going to reply. Then a sigh and he faced me. "I'm not avoiding you." He glanced down the hall past me and then met my eye. "Not without reason anyways."

I looked up to the ceiling and then back to him. "I'd like to know the reason, please." I forced myself to add at the end.

"I'm going to be late for the Host Club." He brushed passed me.

I bit the inside of my cheek and turned on my heels to follow him. "Ootori, this isn't funny."

"Of course it isn't, no one's laughing." He countered moving down the hallway.

I was on his heel. "Ootori, stop for a second will you." I grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.

He spun around to face me. "Miss Kato, I have things to do. You're being a nuisance as usual." He said sounding thoroughly annoyed with me. His tone was one I hadn't heard from him in some time.

I took a step away from him. I looked over his face. "So it's Miss Kato again." He continued to watch me without a word. "Alright then. I'll leave you to your club, Mr. Ootori." I turned on my heels and headed back to my locker.

I half expected him to follow me, but he took off down the hall. I watched him turn down the hall and head up the stairs toward the second floor where his club room was. I rested my forehead against the locker, the cool metal sent a chill down my spine. I still didn't know what I had done to make Kyoya want to ignore me, but I would not cry. I felt tears begin to form despite myself.

"Mai?"

I shook my head and turned toward the sound of the voice. "Cho." I took a deep breath and forced a smile, "How are you?" I asked.

She smiled brightly, "Wonderfully. I have a date." She swayed back and forth gently.

I opened my locker and grabbed a book I needed. "That's wonderful."

"It is. We're going to see you preform for the semifinals. Next weekend." She informed me.

I paused. I'd completely forgotten about the competition. After a beat, I continued grabbing books from my locker and then all but slammed it shut. "Oh, that's brilliant. Who is he?" I smiled.

"You'll see next week. Let me walk you to the auditorium, I'm sure you're practicing late tonight. How is your number going?" She asked.

I nodded, "It's going. I think I might change my song. Our group number is flawless though."

Cho smiled at me, her hazel eyes shining excited. "That's magnificent!"

We reached the doors of the auditorium. I bid her goodbye and changed into my practice clothes. I put on some song and did some stretching before flipping on my new song. I had a week to get this down. It didn't take very long to choreograph something new. Now there was just the need to perfect it.

It was late when I finally stopped, feeling overly exhausted. I knew my driver was waiting for me outside, but I had no energy to actually leave the stage. I pulled myself up off the floor and forced myself out of the auditorium, my bag in hand. I had just turned the corner when I ran into something, or rather someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Then I looked up and found Kyoya standing over me. "Actually, I take that back. Excuse me." I started to brush passed him, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"I'd like to apologize for my behavior earlier. It was uncalled for." He admitted.

I didn't try and get away and I didn't say anything. If he had something to say I was going to listen to him.

He cleared his throat. "However, after some consideration of our situation… I think it may be best if we go back to the way things used to be."

I didn't look at him. "How it used to be… of course."

"We can't have anything get back to our parents. I don't-"

"I get it." I cut him off. "I have to go."

Kyoya's POV

I had let her go. I hadn't put up a fight or tried to apologize for breaking it off, no amount of apologizing would have made her feel better so I'd simply let it be. Now I was lying sprawled out on my bed feeling the regret of what I'd done. I went over the week our relationship had lasted. We'd had three good days, a week of me trying to figure out how to go about ending rumors, and then today.

Going back to how we were in the beginning would be better for everyone. I'm sure people would still talk, people had always talked, but with no truth to what they were saying it would be far less dangerous. We could still be friends, or whatever we were. Things would be easier this way.

I picked up my phone and went back through the messages were exchanged, the playful banter between us had been so easy. I suppose that was going away now. I should delete them but I didn't, I just shut my phone off and rested it on my chest staring up at my ceiling in the dark. This was going to be much harder than previously anticipated.