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Chapter 19
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Amu's POV
The Monday following the masquerade balls madness, aka Hotori's totally ruined party, I sat on the front steps waiting for my best friends to pick me up. It was 7:30, but Anna had text me saying to be early because she had to get something before school started. Anna is temporarily living with Rima, you see, since it just so happens that she sure as hell didn't wanna listen to a moaning Luna's doing, as she mourns over the lost of her 'boyfriend', Ikuto. Well, I didn't really wanna listen to all the drama either, but I had to stay—after all, I was the one who had to take care of mom and make sure she didn't murder the insensible Luna and Runa.
After a few minutes, Rima's black Miata came through the front gate. I stood up and straightened my skirt.
"Good morning gorgeous." Anna chirped, as she opened her door to let me in the back of the convertible.
"Morning." I yawned.
Anna closed the door and slid her Gucci shades from the top of her head onto her eyes. Her hair was bouncy and wispy today, like a shampoo model. She had obviously gone for ringlets, so we all shared the same haresyle of curls… or would, if not for Rima, who had her Chanel sunglasses already down and her hair was tied in a tight neat pony-tail, a few strands curls hanging down. I leaned forward.
"Runway show, at the library?" I joked.
"Told you, you looked too up tight." Anna sighed.
"Well not everyone is bouncy and bubbly at seven thirty in the morning." Rima snapped.
"Well I rather be bubbly then mopey mc mope mope." Anna shot back.
"Ladies, ladies please. I think we all need a little coffee in our system." I said.
"Why do you think we had to get up this early?" Rima said, pulling into a Cafe parking lot. Ha… to think this was the same girl who was up far before 5:00 am on many mornings… someone must not have gotten a decent hour of sleep in last night.
We hopped out of the car and I immediately spotted other girls from our school, sitting around sipping lattes. Rima ordered strong black coffee; Anna got a Mocha Latte, and as for me, a Cappuccino with whipped cream. We sat at a small round table by the window, sipping our drinks. For a moment we sat in silence, and then Anna launched into full scale talking.
"Okay, so what's with Tsukiyomi? Rima and I discussed it over breakfast and have agreed it's very weird." Anna said.
"What discussion? I sat there while you talked and talked." Rima corrected, while stirring sugar into her coffee.
"Same difference." Anna huffed.
"I hate that expression." Rima muttered.
"Guys! Please, can you two not fight for ten minutes while I weigh my options?" I said, wondering why Rima was being rather irritable today… Ah, if bet it must be because of Anna she doesn't seem to have had much sleep.
"Like he's given you any." Rima mumbled.
"She has a point." Anna agreed.
I stirred my cappuccino. "I know, but still I can't let him just state facts forever and act like I 'Oh so badly want him' and am 'playing hard to get'."
"Who says it's forever?" Anna asked.
"Yeah, I mean he just wants some free entertainment, and then he'll cut you lose." Rima clarified, sipping her coffee. Ouch. Thanks for that, Rima.
"You obviously don't know Tsukiyomi." I groaned. "Only if I do entertain him will he ever leave me alone.
"He's rumored to be a living Adonis, you know. Maybe if you say you hate the gods, he'll leave you alone." Rima said jokingly.
"Pluh-lease. Tsukiyomi is so far from the gods. He's more like a living demon—trying to make my life hell just because I was proclaimed as his new 'target'."
"How is Luna?" Anna asked, trying to change the topic.
Rima and I stared at her. She merely shrugged.
"I can't help it. I'm curious." She added quickly.
"She's like the living dead if you ask me." I said.
"Well serves her right." Rima said.
"Damn right. Do you remember when she first got that date? She gloated all week!" I jumped in.
"Yeah. I remember that… worst week of my life." Anna laughed bitterly.
"So what's gonna happen now?" Rima asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You honestly don't think Luna won't find out about you and Tsukiyomi, do you?" Anna elaborated.
"Yeah she have a cow and a horse when she finds out." Rima added.
"Well that's good, isn't it? I mean the whole point of this was to throw some people, including Luna, off her game. With Tsukiyomi as an suspecting pawn, victory's in the bag." I grinned.
Rima and Anna were silent for a moment, as if contemplating it, but the looks on their faces held doubt.
"What?" I sighed, finishing my drink.
"It's just..." Anna started.
"Just what?" I asked, eyebrow raising.
"Just that Luna is uber jealous and we've done enough, don't you think?" Anna asked, looking at her lap.
"Enough? Was it enough when she pushed you into the pool at Akito Kazuya's pool party?" I said staring at her.
I turned to Rima. "Was it enough when she purposefully embarrassed you right after meeting you in front of a room full of people?"
They said nothing. "Exactly. Luna has tortured me, you, Rima, and especially you, Anna, to the point where we completely wanted to murder her. Now we have the ultimate opportunity to get her back, as well as almost everyone else that hurt us, and you guys are totally wimping out?"
Anna drained her cup. "I just think we shouldn't get in over our heads."
Rima stood. "Yeah, poplars' can be down right inhumane sometimes."
"Guys, by the time this is all over, the poplars' won't have a pot to piss in." I smirked.
"And neither will their skank bots." Anna added.
We left tip money on the table and went back to the Miata. My watch read quarter to eight as Rima sped past the other cars. I put on my new Chanel sun glasses that Anna got me and closed my eyes as the wind rushed across my face. It's a heavenly feeling, wind. Not too hot, not too chilly, plays with your hair just right and has the gentlest touch like a mother's hands. I was so lost in thought I hadn't realized we made it to school, if it wasn't for the jolting stop Rima always makes.
We jogged up the stairs, sun glasses over our eyes, and attitudes in our strides, as usual. I was allowed now to drop the innocent act, and to do anything I wanted to. But now, I think I truly am uninterested in Ikuto—so no longer does that part have to be a problem, either.
Our lockers were in the same hallway, so we went to them in order; Rima's first, mine afterwards, and Anna's at the end. We join together and Anna cracks a few jokes. We all laugh, though our merriment was cut short when Luna cleared her throat behind us. We immediately turned around to face her, the other witch, and the skank squad—aka popular wanna be's.
"Listen here wanna-be's, (The wanna-be queen told us) just because I have taken on some minor problems doesn't mean I'm done, clear?"
"Crystal." I grinned, she stepped close to me and I reckoned that we are the same height.
"No more games, Arina. Next time you cross me or my friends the game is on."
I intensified my gaze. "Sweet-heart the games have already begun."
She scowled at me and strutted down the hall, her prada heels clicking fiercely as she went. I can't help but smile. Luna actually backed down. I watched her and her gang turn the corner. Apparently my message has finally gotten through to her. I'm not taking anymore of her crap and if she intends to stop me she'll have to get he own hands dirty.
I slammed my locker shut with a grin… Let the games begin.
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"Pst! Yuki, is it just me, or has Ikuto been staring at you for the past three minutes, fifty three seconds, and nine nano-seconds?! …But, who's counting?"
I looked at Anna as if she was on something. She seemed a little too anxious. And who the freak counts in nano-seconds? Who can? 'Cause I know for sure that I can't.
Then… I began to choke on my food like a moron. If he was staring at me… well, let's just hope he's wasn't really! ((Delayed reaction, anyone?))
Rima pounded my back, then murmured, "Yuki! Are you okay?!"
I sent her a slight glare, then rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Just fantabulous,"
"Fantabulous? Well, that may as well be the gayest word I have ever heard," Rima murmured, then directed her attention back to the salad in front of her… Oh yeah, I did mention we were at lunch, didn't I? If I didn't, then you might not realize how I suddenly started to randomly choke on food…
I turned back towards Anna, somber now, "Are you sure he's staring at me?"
"Positively absolutely," She confirmed.
I gasped. "Do you think he saw me choking!?" I asked in a distressed whisper. Of course he did… well, if he was staring at me and Anna isn't just being a nut-case.
"Probably…" she said.
I groaned. "Are you positive, that he was staring at me." I inquired, yet again. I don't know why I'm so wound up about someone staring at me, so please don't ask.
"Yeah… Well, either you, or the bugger-eaters," She said. We both turned to find the 'nerd table', and foot propped up on the table, clipping his toenails and eating a bugger, was the most disgusting teen in our entire school. Toenails flying onto the surrounding areas and in other peoples food… We turned back around, wide-eyed, and shuddered.
"Ew," I said, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
"Well… is he still staring at me?" I questioned to Anna, in a hushed voice.
"Why?" she asked, "Want him to stop, 'cause I can do that." She said, slamming her fist into her palm, then cracking it. And I doubt it was just for show… I could tell she was serious.
"No!" I said softly, but frantically, fearing for his and her health.
Anna pouted at me, and I quickly gave her an explanation that formed into my head as I said it… "We wouldn't want the 'target' to get beaten up… We have… umm… much better objectives to our… cruelness?"
Hopefully that didn't sound as confused as I felt while saying it. Was I the good or bad guy? Or… both?
"Oh, okay then... And yes, he is still staring at you."
"Really?" I asked, suddenly hopeful, turning my head around. But Anna grabbed me by my chin and turned me to face her,
"Don't look!" she said quietly, but sternly.
"Why?" I asked, confused, trying to turn my head back around. But she grabbed it again, more forcefully.
"I said, don't look!"
"Why not?" I questioned, angrily this time.
"Because," She said.
"That's not a reason!" I said, slapping her hand away.
"I said, don't look, A—Yuki!"
"But I want to look!"
"Well, don't!"
"Please?" I begged,
"No!"
"Why not!?"
"Because, we don't want him to know, we know, he's staring at you!" Rima suddenly interrupted, having a headache and not wanting to here a boring argument.
I sighed and gave in. "So… Is he still staring at me, Rima?"
"Yeah."
"What does his face look like?"
"Oh, well he has a strong jaw, midnight-ish colored eyes…" Anna inputted,
"I know that! I meant, what's his expression!?" I interrupted, exasperated.
"Ah, well, he's… just staring" She answered.
"Just…staring?" I repeated.
"Uh-huh."
"Huh… What a weirdo."
"Oh, he just looked away! You can look now." Anna sqealed, smiling. I snapped my head in his direction. Oww. Too fast.
I saw him, in the middle of the table across from ours, talking to that one guy—Yoru; it looked like he was teasing Ikuto. Which was, indeed, a sight to see… Tsukiyomi Ikuto being teased!
Suddenly the doors opened to the cafeteria, and in walked some of the richest, prettiest, smuttiest, and dumbest girls in the whole school… or as I like to call them, the prep squad. They where each in different grades, and all transferred from the US two years back. Debbie Brook, sophomore, was every guys dream girl, blonde hair, brown eyes, long legs…except she has the intelligence of a rodent. Karen Johnson, Junior, brunette, with blue eyes, and just as slim, but not as dumb as Debbie. And last but not least, Angela Walters, Senior. She is the picture of perfection; perfect skin, perfect blue eyes, perfect silk black hair, perfect figure… perfect perfection…
I watched as they strutted over to where Ikuto was and took their seats. Debbie sat next to Yoru, Karen next to Angela, who was, quiet literally, on top of Ikuto. Oh. They must be a thing now… again. Angela and Ikuto are going out (A/N: Ikuto, you know you belong with Amu so I do not want you flirting with other girls, young mister!) But they usually go out, on and off. Urgh. I watched as Angela sat down a kissed Ikuto full on the mouth. I forced myself to look away.
"Scumbag," Rima murmured. I turned to Anna:
"He was probably staring at the nerd," I told her, heartbreakingly.
"Then why's he staring at you again?" She countered, smiling.
"He's staring at me again?" I asked, optimistically.
"Yup,"
"And I can I look?"
"Okay, but follow my lead. I'll pretend to point out something interesting, and you look that way. That way, he doesn't know, that we know, that he's staring at you… Okay? It's fool proof!" Anna designed the perfect plan. And let me tell you, planning is in fact Rima's part in this for a reason—Anna's plans usually seem to fail miserably. She pointed at the table, a little behind Ikuto's head and I looked. But was he staring at me? No… he seemed to be engaged in a tongue-battle with Angela.
I turned to Anna and shot a nasty look at her—and no, I didn't mean too… instincts just sort of took over. She looked just as surprised and up fronted as I did.
"Nice, Anna, real nice," I murmured distrusting, then stood and stormed from the cafeteria…
Ha… and just when I promise myself I will never care or get melodramatic, the preps have to come back from their little vacation and make me feel like a retard. But I wonder… what is this feeling in my chest… because all I know is this. It hurts like hell.