Don't Rent a Girlfriend: School Days

Chapter Seven

Disclaimer: I do not own Rent a Girlfriend

Chizuru stared in disbelief as the words left Mami's mouth. She had never experienced such hostility from a person pertaining to her line of work that she was not ashamed of the least. In fact, she loved her work. It had helped her in a time of need both financially and as a means to escape her stressful life.

"W-What did you call me?" Chizuru felt oddly ashamed despite trying her best to stand up for herself. The look that Mami had was of pure hatred, disgust and demeaning.

"Oh my." She spared a mocking smile. "You ashamed?"

"I am no-"

"Nor should you be." She shrugged. "Times are hard, I am not against sluts whoring their body for cash."

Chizuru didn't know what to say. She just stood there shocked, the words that flawlessly escaped her mouth left a mark on her for the first time since she had started to work. At that moment, Chizuru felt ashamed.

"What?" Mami smiled at her before a smirk spread across her face. "Don't tell me, did you perhaps think you were helping out the world or something? Haha." She laughed to the point of insanity. "You are a funny girl, Chizuru-chan."

...

"People like you disgust me." She calmed down and spoke, words having no room of second thought. She meant every single word that left her lips. "Trapping lonely people with your legs spread out, using your fake shit to fill your purse... how can you sleep at night?" She soon used her hand in a 'stop sign' as she bit her tongue. "Oh, don't answer that. It's simple. You are a slut. That's what sluts do."

Chizuru didn't know when she became so weak that she had no words to stand up for herself. Mami knew nothing about her and yet she just stood there like an idiot, unable to speak. Unable to think.

"Oh, nothing to say?" Mami asked with a smile. She clapped her hands loudly and this broke Chizuru out of her stance, as finally she gasped for much needed air.

"Breath slut, I am not done talking." Mami added as she closed the locks of the washroom from inside.

Finally having enough of her insults, Chizuru spoke.

"I am not ashamed-"

"OK stop, on second thought." She smiled at her. "I don't give a rats ass about what you have to say."

Chizuru found herself overwhelmed yet again, as if under a spell that she couldn't break.

"Does it make you happy when Kazu-kun just runs around you like an idiot?"

Chizuru had almost forgotten the reason for the whole conversation that started this one sided onslaught. Kazuya.

"W-what?"

"Helping you make dumb movies, jumping on the beech to save you while you get paid... you must think you are special, right?" The fake smile was soon overshadowed by her hateful stare.

"I-"

"You aren't special." She cut her off. "He would do those for anyone. A dog even. That's the type of idiot he is."

...

"Let me remind you again." Mami walked close to her as she glared at her with a sadistic look on her face. "Stay away from Kazu-kun, if it's money that you want, I will give you more than you can earn in a lifetime."

Before Chizuru could answer, she never realised how or when a pair of scissors came in contact with her hair. A cut noise brought her back to her senses as she saw a few strands of her hair fall on the ground.

"This is a warning. Next time, you know the rest." She stepped back, put the scissors back on her pocket and quickly changed her face into an innocent girl with a smile as bright as the sunrise.

"Okay, Chizu-chan?" She smiled before leaving the girl alone. Chizuru didn't know how long she stood there, staring blankly at the spot where Mami stood before. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, realising her face was drenched in tears. Was it due to shame? Or fear?

She didn't know.

But at that moment she understood what type of person Mami was. She was scared. Truly scared that she didn't even want to deny with pride. Her shaky hand wouldn't stop, nor did her heartbeat as she looked at the strands of hair on the ground.

(Scene Change)

Chizuru stepped off the bus as she was met with the familiar sight of the street that led towards her apartment. She never thought about the eerie silence that the road had nor did it ever bother her. But today was different. She couldn't concentrate on the class, nor could she shake off the incident that occurred. Every time she saw Mami, smiling with Kazuya or anyone as a matter of fact, she couldn't help but get scared. She was shaken, completely utterly shaken and as she stood at the junction, remembering how she cut her hair, she finally broke. She began to vomit as her chest felt like it was about to pop at any moment. Her breathing was heavy and irregular as she coughed and coughed.

She needed help. She actually felt like she was about to lose her mind. She grabbed her phone hastily to call 911 but that's when everything went blank as she fell on the ground, unconscious.

(Scene Change)

The sound of beeping stirred some consciousness in her body. The sensation of her voluntarily moving toes made her aware of being alive. Her uncovering lids shimmered the long forgotten light into her eyes. Then the sight of a familiar face almost made her jump off the hospital bed. Her movement caused the said person to open his eyes as he looked at her with worry.

"Mizuhara..."

She bit her lips, eyes fixated on his worried one's as she found herself overwhelmed with emotions.

"Kazuya..." She didn't expect him to hug her so tightly to the point of being choked to death. But she didn't object. She just silently enjoyed the feeling that she couldn't explain. But she loved it. It didn't last long though, much to her discomfort.

As she watched his face change from that of worry to a relief, she couldn't help but be drawn towards him, in search of the same fuzzy feeling.

"Kazuya... this place..." She stared around the hospital room, in search of any clue.

"Your grandmother called me... she was really stressed when you were brought here." Kazuya explained.

She looked at him with shock until he shook his head to remove her worry.

"Don't worry. She is fine. The doctor said it was nothing serious. The initial diagnosis says it was some sort of panic attack... umm... vosovagal... umm... something like that." He finished, giving up to remember the exact name of the diagnosis.

Then like a rush of storm, everything came back to her mind and she found herself stressed yet again. But this time there was someone there for her.

The familiar warmth against her hand instantly put her to ease as she stared at his face.

"What happened Mizuhara? You can tell me."

She opened her mouth. She closed her mouth. Then opened again. Finally sighed before shaking her head.

'I can't get him involved.' She thought back at the whole incident and couldn't help but feel anger seep through her spines.

'So lame...' She thought and took a deep breath.

"It's nothing Kazuya... I got this." She thought as the image of Mami that haunted her soon vanished, only replaced with anger and a need to step up.

"If you say so..."

"Ne, Kazuya."

"Hmm?"

To be continued...