87: Hurt Feelings
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They'd spent some of the night talking, but most of it was spent dancing. If not with each other, then with other partners who were barely friends.
Mamoru's eyes glanced down at his watch, noticing that it was getting closer to midnight. And if he could help it, Usagi was going to be the one he kissed at midnight. He tried to maneuver another dance out of her, but some surgical intern had been hogging her for the past three dances. He wanted to cut it, but as he was about to one of his classmates cornered him into a dance.
She was a pretty girl, someone most of the guys seemed to like. But for Mamoru, she wasn't blonde enough, her eyes not blue enough. She just wasn't Usagi. But that didn't mean he couldn't be polite to her. He couldn't snub her, nor did he feel like she would just let the matter drop.
So when the count down began, and they were still talking, he went into a little shock. His eyes searched for Usagi, but he couldn't find her in the excited crowd. He didn't count on the girl he'd spent the last 10 minutes with to pull him into her arms as midnight rolled around. Nor did he expect the kiss that she gave.
But worse of all, he didn't expect to see Usagi's retreating form as he opened his eyes, looking past the girl. He apologized to the girl, moving to follow his heart's desire.
But she'd disappeared, her feet led by her wounded feelings.