Don't Rent a Girlfriend: School Days
Chapter 8
Lost It
"Why did you come?" She wanted to take those words back as soon as she noticed how Kazuya's face changed. Fear? No. Disappointed? Maybe. She didn't understand. But she hated it. She hated herself at that moment but she just added more fuel to it without realising until it was too late.
"I... shouldn't have?" He asked hesitantly, eyes averting from her, left and right, anywhere but her.
"Shouldn't you answer that?" She tightened her fist against the bed sheet that covered her. She wanted to stop, hating every words that came out of her mouth, but she couldn't. As if those words were subconsciously present on the back of her mind, born from her anger, sadness, disappointment, and perhaps.
'Hope.'
"I t-told you didn't I? Sayuri-san... your grandmother called me... so..." He looked down, a frown present on his face as if trying to suppress his words.
"Why do you suddenly care?" She didn't want to sound petty, she didn't mean to be aggressive with her tone and yet, her words spat like a knife through him. She bit her lips as he looked at her with confusion? Anger? Disappointment? Or perhaps...
'Betrayed.'
"I heard you c-collapsed... I just couldn't ignore-"
"Why?" She asked, eyes cold as steel and words hateful as they come.
"I am just a rental." Nor could she hide the anger in her tone. Yes, he deserved every bit of hate, she told herself. Convinced herself.
"I... I was worried that-" He bit his lips and looked down sadly.
"I never asked for your concern."
...
"Get out." She mouthed, not sparing a glance at him. Yes, he deserved it. She told herself again. 'I am just a rental. He ignored me, left without notice. Now suddenly he comes like nothing happened?'
"Sorry. I will leave."
'He even let that dumb Mami in his house... I think...' She didn't know why this made her the most annoyed either.
"Do it fast, close the door."
...
"Hai."
As the door closed behind him, she widened her eyes, then squirmed against the pillow in frustration, face flushed, as she felt conflicted from her decision.
'What the hell am I supposed to do...' She groaned, sitting down, face hidden behind her palm. 'Why do I want to see him again... I just told him to get out... what the heck is wrong with me.'
Sigh...
"First thing first, that damn bitch..." She remembered the incident with Mami and couldn't help but crack her fist. "Just wait... bitch."
(Scene Change)
'I am such an idiot... I keep coming back to her when she wants nothing to do with me. Am I such a sore loser?' He ran through the empty road under the moonlit streets of Tokyo. She hated how breathless he became after a few minutes. But most importantly, he hated himself.
"I made a fool of myself." He gasped for air as he found a bench nearby where he fell instantly.
"Mizuhara... why can't I just move on... stupid me." As he calmed down, he stared at the night sky with a blank face. The only source of noise being his slowly resting heart and the occasional whistles of the wind.
"What should I do... this is driving me nuts. I thought I was over this... I even moved house, stopped talking to her..." He complained out loud, face flushed in embarrassment as he remembered how she told him to get out. For the second time in few days.
"It can't get any more clear than this... and yet I keep trying to run after her... what am I? A SIMP?"
Mami's words played in his mind and he couldn't help but laugh. This wasn't even a joke.
...
He laughed. "Yes... I am a simp. Pathetic as fuck... I have no shame... ah! Shameless Kazuya... my new name... ha ha ha... useless shameless girlfriend renting Kazuya-sama..."
...
'What the heck am I doing.' He sighed, dragging his legs up from the bench, forcing the thirst back as she continued towards the bus stop.
'Lame... me.'
(Scene Change)
Kazuya avoided her throughout the whole class. He even managed to stay hidden from hearing her voice for the day. A huge accomplishment, he reminded himself.
'This is how it should be. See, you can do it Kazuya, you are not a simp.' He smiled as he wiped the plates.
It was 6pm, Kazuya wanted to quit the job as a Barista but due to some cruel fate, the manager was absent today and before he could deny, he was left a note and a hefty tip to look after the bar for the night. He couldn't just deny the money... it was too attractive.
'Besides, if I quit, it will seem like I am running away just because I can't rent her anymore.'
...
'Who am I kidding, that's exactly it...' He sighed as he finished cleaning all the plates until he heard the door chime make a noise, alerting a new customer.
"Good evening, welcome to-"
...
'Ah... this is a fucking joke, isn't it?' He stared at her, dumbfounded.
"Oh, what a surprise, Kazuya-kun." It was Umi and Mizuhara, dressed like a high class couple out of a movie, standing in front of him like a cruel joke.
He opened his mouth, and left it open for a good few seconds.
Mizuhara just stood there just as much surprised as him.
Umi had a smirk on his face, after all, everything was planned. He even held her hand, flaunting the physical contact in front of him, just as he planned.
Everything according to his plan until Kazuya spoke.
"Get out."
"Huh?" Both Umi and Mizuhara looked shocked.
Kazuya opened his eyes and smiled, the smile that made them both uncomfortable and send a chill down their spine.
"I said, get out, bitch, both of you."
To be continued...