Yukie rolled her eyes in irritation; she had about all she could take.
"This game again? You two are being immature."
She frowned as Sayuri gave her a heated glare and marched passed her towards her locker. Asano had her in the palm of his clever little hands once again. Yukie chose to ignore her and move on. Ayame was much easier to speak with; she wasn't in love with a fox.
"What does Asano want? He put her up to this, didn't he?"
Ayame seemed unsure, but ignored her as well and hurried passed her.
How unusual.
Yukie shook her head; she'd have to figure this out on her own, Asano was bound to be nearby, preparing for the final class of the day. She tried his locker and to her relief, he was there. His friends were nowhere to be seen – perhaps in their homeroom class as she should have been.
"Asano, can we talk?"
He turned and puckered a brow. "What for, Sarugaki? There's not much you can say."
The hell did he mean? Yukie shot him a glare. This entire school was acting strange.
"I want to know what's going on with Sayuri and Ayame," she demanded. Motioning with her hand, she widened her eyes in irritation. "Everyone is acting like I have the plague or something. You did something, didn't you?"
Asano hummed. "Why assume I did anything? Maybe they are just afraid to come near you, because of the company you hang around."
Company? Sayuri and Ayame?
Asano sighed; obviously she didn't understand. He took his phone from his pocket and showed her a picture he saved. It was of her and Karma at the mall the previous weekend.
Her eyes widened. Who took this? Her heart pounded in her chest.
"I … don't understand. How is this relevant?"
Asano snorted. "Don't act dumb, Sarugaki. You know what this means."
He wasn't serious, was he? Asano warned her. Being a Virtuoso was more important to Asano than his own well-being. Of course, he was keeping an eye on her outside school.
"There is nothing wrong with talking to someone. Karma and I met up as a closure," she tried to argue.
Trailing her was the issue. He borderline stalked her and invaded her personal life.
"All is fair in love and war," he stated.
Yukie snorted. "How poetic."
"No, but as of tomorrow you will have to report to E class on the mountain. That's what I call poetic," Asano retorted.
What? No way! She didn't do anything.
"You can't do that," she argued.
Asano snorted. "Sorry to say, but my father can. I took the evidence to him and he transferred your file immediately."
She puckered a brow.
"Don't believe me … ask him."
The hair on her arms stood up. There was no way she'd ever do that. Besides, Asano was telling the truth. She could see it in his eyes. Her heart sank.
"It's been a fun game, Sarugaki." Asano shut his locker and turned away from her. "Shame you didn't make the cut; I had hope for you."
He left her at his locker.
Yukie was heartbroken; she was seeing red. How did her entire life change so suddenly? Was its Karma? Did he set her up? She stormed from the hall and dipped into the bathroom. Class was starting and no one dared to be late.
It didn't matter anymore.
Resting against the wall, she broke out in tears. Her cries bounced across the empty room. Why did this happen to her? She had such high hopes for the future and now she had lost it all.
This was Karma's fault. Why did he have to come back?