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Haruka had his arms around another girl, giving her a nice embrace. I felt my throat go dry. I walked out of the crowd of girl, and saw Brad waiting for me. I never cry usually, but when someone did something to you as special as that from last night, and is now hugging and doing god-knows- what-else to other girls, wouldn't you feel crushed? Well, that's how I was feeling. Brad looked at me, puzzled, but I bit my lip and walked past him.
"Michiru?" His voice died out as I started running. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He touches my soul, and now he bruises it. Well… I don't care. I don't give a damn. I'm going home and eating my tub of chocolates, listening to my usual depressing classical music. Then an idea struck me. Maybe… Haruka didn't even KNOW I was the blonde! I know that he said that into my ear, but when he brought me home, he didn't take my wig off when I woke up… wouldn't he have done that if he knew? Then I shook my head scolding myself for being so stupid. You stupid girl, you just want a silly answer to your problems just so your heart will be happy. Take a look at the facts for once! I frowned. Well, there was one fact proving each side. The fact for the idea that he actually knew that I was the blonde was when he whispered in my ear that my lips were still kissable. But the fact for the idea that he didn't know that I was the blonde was that he didn't even take off my wig before I fell asleep… I had no idea. I'll just have to find out today. I turned around and continued walking towards the school. There was a aching fear inside me that still thought that Haruka purposely deceived me. When I sat in my seat in art class, Haruka still hadn't come to class.
"What is going on?" I thought, my fears doubling.
Haruka had his arms around another girl, giving her a nice embrace. I felt my throat go dry. I walked out of the crowd of girl, and saw Brad waiting for me. I never cry usually, but when someone did something to you as special as that from last night, and is now hugging and doing god-knows- what-else to other girls, wouldn't you feel crushed? Well, that's how I was feeling. Brad looked at me, puzzled, but I bit my lip and walked past him.
"Michiru?" His voice died out as I started running. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He touches my soul, and now he bruises it. Well… I don't care. I don't give a damn. I'm going home and eating my tub of chocolates, listening to my usual depressing classical music. Then an idea struck me. Maybe… Haruka didn't even KNOW I was the blonde! I know that he said that into my ear, but when he brought me home, he didn't take my wig off when I woke up… wouldn't he have done that if he knew? Then I shook my head scolding myself for being so stupid. You stupid girl, you just want a silly answer to your problems just so your heart will be happy. Take a look at the facts for once! I frowned. Well, there was one fact proving each side. The fact for the idea that he actually knew that I was the blonde was when he whispered in my ear that my lips were still kissable. But the fact for the idea that he didn't know that I was the blonde was that he didn't even take off my wig before I fell asleep… I had no idea. I'll just have to find out today. I turned around and continued walking towards the school. There was a aching fear inside me that still thought that Haruka purposely deceived me. When I sat in my seat in art class, Haruka still hadn't come to class.
"What is going on?" I thought, my fears doubling.