CHAPTER 7
Ayisha slowly entered her house, and trudged up the stairs, towards her bedroom. She slowly opened the door, and closed behind. Putting off the lights, leaving only her night lamp on, she plopped herself on the bed and buried her face in her pillow. She sought refuge in her own bedroom but the coldness of the night persisted, and she felt terribly alone. She was so angry, hurt, betrayed, and bitter. So many emotions seemed to well up inside that her tears were her only chances of washing it all away. She sat up, trying to calm her self down, as she leaned against the wall. Her mind was defiant, telling her to stop being such a big baby.
Her hands covered her face as if trying to suppress her tears. She looked up for a moment and saw the only thing that the light cast itself on. It was the captured stillness of the past happy memories. The emotion revealed in the picture irritated and tormented her that she slammed it hard, down on the table. Glass splinters flew from underneath the frame, as cracks formed along with it.
She noticed a tiny piece pierced in her right wrist. She calmly pulled it out with her left hand. Blood slowly formed at the opening. Ayisha watched with an icy expression, feeling no need to wash the blood away. To her, this was no match for the stabs she felt when she once loved Fujima.
(flashback)
'It can't be. This is not happening. . .' Thoughts of disbelief and anxiety ran through Ayisha's head, as she tried to walk fast towards the school gym.
'They're wrong. It's all just a stupid rumor, that some jealous person started!' The more she tried to doubt what everyone was telling her, the more the story affirmed itself.
She ran past students that lingered in the hallway. She wanted to know once and for all.
' I should've been there! But it's not my fault is it? I have other commitments too!' She re-assured herself. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the harshness of truth, as she opened the gym door. But before she could enter, she noticed something in her peripheral vision. She looked at her right and saw the back of a tall guy, wearing the Shoyo basketball uniform. Something inside her, pushed her to find out who it was, as she slowly walked towards the person. As she did, she could distinguish that it was a conversation between a guy and a girl.
As she drew nearer, she was hearing phrases and words that seemed to confirm the rumors she's been hearing.
'Nothing happened, ok?!' a voice coming from the basketball player said.
' Oh. . . but something did happen Fujima. Something very exciting. . . something hard to forget. You and I both know that.' A voice coming from the blond-haired girl standing right in front of her lover, said.
Ayisha couldn't believe what she's hearing, and she froze hearing Fujima's name in the conversation.
' Well, you shouldn't have told that to your friends! Now, I'm the newest topic in every girl's bathroom! Thanks to you! I don't know what Ayisha will say.' Fujima said, as he worried on Ayisha's reaction.
Ayisha's temper began to rise but she tried to compose herself. She didn't want to make a scandal in front of the bitch.
' Why worry about her? You've been complaining haven't you? You say she doesn't understand your priorities as captain? Needs too much attention? Or rather, once you give her the attention, she's there curled up in her own little world at the newspaper office? I'm telling you, Fujima, you're far better off, without Little Ms. Needy.' The blond girl pointed out.
Ayisha almost felt her breathing stop. She was too dumbfounded with what she was hearing. But she couldn't shout out. Fujima might hear her eavesdropping and who knows what will happen next. She was trying to control her anger. She was suppressing it so much that it came out in the form of tiny water droplets, dripping slowly from her eyes. She submitted herself into a whirling trance, voices from the conversation she just heard, echoing in her head.
But she was immediately pulled out from her thoughts, as she was bumped by none other than, Fujima. She looked up at him and tears continued to pour from her eyes.
(end-of-flashback)
The captain of Shoyo angrily kicked a stone, sitting quietly in the sidewalk. The stone sailed flying into the air and hit itself hard, down on the pavement. He tried to restrain his anger but it was no use, hearing the sound of his rival's name echoing in his head, made his fists clench.
' She didn't have to deny it! I would have perfectly accepted it well!' Fujima thought angrily.
' Yeah right! Accept it well? You'd probably kick that baka's butt!' His mind told him.
Seeing her tonight brought him pain once again. As if someone, ripped of the skin in his supposedly healing heart. Looking into her eyes made his defenses crumble down. He wanted to do away with the pride but he didn't have the strength at all.
' But I heard it! I distinctly heard it! She said my name. . .' Fujima recalled. As if to torment him more, he heard the familiar voice of his ex-lover saying those words again. . . 'my Kenji-san'. He cringed and let out an exasperated breathing.
' Fool! You were only pretending that you heard it. She said nothing!' A voice from his mind countered him.
' No! I heard it! There's still hope! She might still have even a single drop of love for me!' His heart snapped back.
" Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Fujima shouted, as he ran his fist in the trunk of a tree beside him. At last, he was able to stop the fury of his mind and heart's debate. The confusion was tiring him and he knew he had a game the next day. A very important game. Basketball was one of the reasons why they had broken up. Ayisha demanded time from him and time was the one resource he was scarce of. . . .
(flashback)
" You're leaving again? To that party? Why can't you just go home and study?" Ayisha asked worriedly. It was obvious that she opposed Fujima's going to the party that night.
" I don't have to study ok? My grades are perfectly fine! There's nothing to worry about! I need to relax and have fun! Why can't you go with me?" Fujima said as possibly as he could, trying to cover-up his rising temper. This was one of a thousand arguments that he had with her. Inside, he knew he was starting to reach his saturation point.
" How many times do I have to tell you?! I can't go! I have to take care of the house. Mom and Dad are out tonight. I promised I'd watch the house for them. Why can't YOU stay with me, instead of going to that party!?" Ayisha said heatedly. Ayisha's heat hammered as her temper started to rise. Ayisha tried to hide her disappointment. She couldn't understand the point of this argument. She knew very well that she'd get jealous if Fujima persisted to go without her. Fujima was too much of a popular guy. She knew girls would just swarm at his feet without her presence.
" Because I don't want to!" Fujima snapped back.
Ayisha stood there, numb for a second hearing, Fujima's words stab her heart. Ayisha had had enough. It was the final blow that made her walls fall down. Tears started to surface in her eyes, forming a sparkling shield over it. She was using all of the pride that she had left.
" I'm sorry. . . I didn't mean that. . ." Fujima said, noticing the hurt he has caused her.
" Of course, you didn't Kenji. You never mean anything at all. Perhaps even I don't mean a thing to you? You know what? Go to the party. Have fun. Do what you want to do. But if you do something, and that something hurts me. I'm leaving ok." Ayisha said sternly, trying to calm her shaking voice.
" You talk as if I don't get hurt at all?!" Fujima blurted out. He was starting to get irritated by the minute. He didn't know what exactly Ayisha was asking of him.
"Maybe you should ask yourself, Fujima. Maybe you don't get hurt at all." Ayisha said icily. Taking one good look at him, she turned her back and went away.
(end-of-flashback)
" D'aho!" Fujima said to himself. He knew very well, he shouldn't have said that because after that, the change of events where hard to keep track off. One thing led to another. From being upset, he got drunk, got drunk. . . and them BOOM, as if out of nowhere, he wakes up in an apartment, with a naked blond girl sleeping beside him.
" Stupid son of bitch!" He said to himself, as he slammed his fist in the trunk. After awhile, his hand was starting to bleed from the wound he has caused. Realizing what he had just done to himself, he held his hand, let out a sigh and calmly walked home. There was a game tomorrow. No time for useless self-pity sessions.
Ayisha slowly entered her house, and trudged up the stairs, towards her bedroom. She slowly opened the door, and closed behind. Putting off the lights, leaving only her night lamp on, she plopped herself on the bed and buried her face in her pillow. She sought refuge in her own bedroom but the coldness of the night persisted, and she felt terribly alone. She was so angry, hurt, betrayed, and bitter. So many emotions seemed to well up inside that her tears were her only chances of washing it all away. She sat up, trying to calm her self down, as she leaned against the wall. Her mind was defiant, telling her to stop being such a big baby.
Her hands covered her face as if trying to suppress her tears. She looked up for a moment and saw the only thing that the light cast itself on. It was the captured stillness of the past happy memories. The emotion revealed in the picture irritated and tormented her that she slammed it hard, down on the table. Glass splinters flew from underneath the frame, as cracks formed along with it.
She noticed a tiny piece pierced in her right wrist. She calmly pulled it out with her left hand. Blood slowly formed at the opening. Ayisha watched with an icy expression, feeling no need to wash the blood away. To her, this was no match for the stabs she felt when she once loved Fujima.
(flashback)
'It can't be. This is not happening. . .' Thoughts of disbelief and anxiety ran through Ayisha's head, as she tried to walk fast towards the school gym.
'They're wrong. It's all just a stupid rumor, that some jealous person started!' The more she tried to doubt what everyone was telling her, the more the story affirmed itself.
She ran past students that lingered in the hallway. She wanted to know once and for all.
' I should've been there! But it's not my fault is it? I have other commitments too!' She re-assured herself. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the harshness of truth, as she opened the gym door. But before she could enter, she noticed something in her peripheral vision. She looked at her right and saw the back of a tall guy, wearing the Shoyo basketball uniform. Something inside her, pushed her to find out who it was, as she slowly walked towards the person. As she did, she could distinguish that it was a conversation between a guy and a girl.
As she drew nearer, she was hearing phrases and words that seemed to confirm the rumors she's been hearing.
'Nothing happened, ok?!' a voice coming from the basketball player said.
' Oh. . . but something did happen Fujima. Something very exciting. . . something hard to forget. You and I both know that.' A voice coming from the blond-haired girl standing right in front of her lover, said.
Ayisha couldn't believe what she's hearing, and she froze hearing Fujima's name in the conversation.
' Well, you shouldn't have told that to your friends! Now, I'm the newest topic in every girl's bathroom! Thanks to you! I don't know what Ayisha will say.' Fujima said, as he worried on Ayisha's reaction.
Ayisha's temper began to rise but she tried to compose herself. She didn't want to make a scandal in front of the bitch.
' Why worry about her? You've been complaining haven't you? You say she doesn't understand your priorities as captain? Needs too much attention? Or rather, once you give her the attention, she's there curled up in her own little world at the newspaper office? I'm telling you, Fujima, you're far better off, without Little Ms. Needy.' The blond girl pointed out.
Ayisha almost felt her breathing stop. She was too dumbfounded with what she was hearing. But she couldn't shout out. Fujima might hear her eavesdropping and who knows what will happen next. She was trying to control her anger. She was suppressing it so much that it came out in the form of tiny water droplets, dripping slowly from her eyes. She submitted herself into a whirling trance, voices from the conversation she just heard, echoing in her head.
But she was immediately pulled out from her thoughts, as she was bumped by none other than, Fujima. She looked up at him and tears continued to pour from her eyes.
(end-of-flashback)
The captain of Shoyo angrily kicked a stone, sitting quietly in the sidewalk. The stone sailed flying into the air and hit itself hard, down on the pavement. He tried to restrain his anger but it was no use, hearing the sound of his rival's name echoing in his head, made his fists clench.
' She didn't have to deny it! I would have perfectly accepted it well!' Fujima thought angrily.
' Yeah right! Accept it well? You'd probably kick that baka's butt!' His mind told him.
Seeing her tonight brought him pain once again. As if someone, ripped of the skin in his supposedly healing heart. Looking into her eyes made his defenses crumble down. He wanted to do away with the pride but he didn't have the strength at all.
' But I heard it! I distinctly heard it! She said my name. . .' Fujima recalled. As if to torment him more, he heard the familiar voice of his ex-lover saying those words again. . . 'my Kenji-san'. He cringed and let out an exasperated breathing.
' Fool! You were only pretending that you heard it. She said nothing!' A voice from his mind countered him.
' No! I heard it! There's still hope! She might still have even a single drop of love for me!' His heart snapped back.
" Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Fujima shouted, as he ran his fist in the trunk of a tree beside him. At last, he was able to stop the fury of his mind and heart's debate. The confusion was tiring him and he knew he had a game the next day. A very important game. Basketball was one of the reasons why they had broken up. Ayisha demanded time from him and time was the one resource he was scarce of. . . .
(flashback)
" You're leaving again? To that party? Why can't you just go home and study?" Ayisha asked worriedly. It was obvious that she opposed Fujima's going to the party that night.
" I don't have to study ok? My grades are perfectly fine! There's nothing to worry about! I need to relax and have fun! Why can't you go with me?" Fujima said as possibly as he could, trying to cover-up his rising temper. This was one of a thousand arguments that he had with her. Inside, he knew he was starting to reach his saturation point.
" How many times do I have to tell you?! I can't go! I have to take care of the house. Mom and Dad are out tonight. I promised I'd watch the house for them. Why can't YOU stay with me, instead of going to that party!?" Ayisha said heatedly. Ayisha's heat hammered as her temper started to rise. Ayisha tried to hide her disappointment. She couldn't understand the point of this argument. She knew very well that she'd get jealous if Fujima persisted to go without her. Fujima was too much of a popular guy. She knew girls would just swarm at his feet without her presence.
" Because I don't want to!" Fujima snapped back.
Ayisha stood there, numb for a second hearing, Fujima's words stab her heart. Ayisha had had enough. It was the final blow that made her walls fall down. Tears started to surface in her eyes, forming a sparkling shield over it. She was using all of the pride that she had left.
" I'm sorry. . . I didn't mean that. . ." Fujima said, noticing the hurt he has caused her.
" Of course, you didn't Kenji. You never mean anything at all. Perhaps even I don't mean a thing to you? You know what? Go to the party. Have fun. Do what you want to do. But if you do something, and that something hurts me. I'm leaving ok." Ayisha said sternly, trying to calm her shaking voice.
" You talk as if I don't get hurt at all?!" Fujima blurted out. He was starting to get irritated by the minute. He didn't know what exactly Ayisha was asking of him.
"Maybe you should ask yourself, Fujima. Maybe you don't get hurt at all." Ayisha said icily. Taking one good look at him, she turned her back and went away.
(end-of-flashback)
" D'aho!" Fujima said to himself. He knew very well, he shouldn't have said that because after that, the change of events where hard to keep track off. One thing led to another. From being upset, he got drunk, got drunk. . . and them BOOM, as if out of nowhere, he wakes up in an apartment, with a naked blond girl sleeping beside him.
" Stupid son of bitch!" He said to himself, as he slammed his fist in the trunk. After awhile, his hand was starting to bleed from the wound he has caused. Realizing what he had just done to himself, he held his hand, let out a sigh and calmly walked home. There was a game tomorrow. No time for useless self-pity sessions.