Another chapter for you all
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon.
They pulled my book out of my bag. I gasped in horror and tried to snatch it back.
"Hey!" I protested. "That's mine!"
"Don't worry love, we just want to read what you've written."
I turned pale at the thought.
"Please!" I begged. "Don't."
They just smiled and laughed.
"Now let's see, what could Sora Takenouchi possibly have written in her Diary that she doesn't want us all to see? 'Sora Ishida.' 'Sora loves Matt.' Oh dear, you really have got it bad!" They exclaimed laughing.
They continued to read out the scrawl as I turned redder and redder. 'Why, why, why did I have to write that? Now he's gonna know that I still like him.'
I turned to the PE group, most of them were smirking at me, and my friends looked kind of shocked. 'I guess no one would have expected it really, the amount of times I slagged him off, they probably all thought I hated him. Well I do really, for what he did to me, but at the same time I never got over him and now he's going to know.'
I shot my hand forward and grabbed my diary, picking up my bag I pushed my way through the mass of giggling cheerleaders and ran out of the changing rooms. Hearing shouts and jeers as I ran out of the room I managed to collide with someone.
I fell forwards as the person wrapped their arms around my waist and pulled me back up. 'Oh no.' It was him.
I looked up to be greeted by two cold, sad blue eyes. I squirmed and tried to get free from his grasp before the cheerleaders followed me outside, but he just wouldn't let me go.
"Get off me!" I yelled. I saw the pain in his eyes as I yelled at him, but I knew what was coming and I didn't want to be there again. I struggled but he still refused to let me go.
"Ahh Matt, just the person we wanted to see, oh and Sora too. Perfect." They glared evilly at me and then turned to Matt.
"I think you might want to ask Sora what she's got written all over her precious Diary.
I cringed, I knew if I didn't show him they'd tell him and if I did he'd still know. 'Oh why did I have to like him still, after all the things he's done to us and his supposed friends I should hate him, but I can't. I just can't.'
He was looking down at me I could feel his eyes watching me. I lifted my head to look at him. His arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist. I pleaded with him. I searched deep into his eyes, for a single glimpse of compassion. 'Don't ask me, please don't ask, just pretend not to be interested.'
He was still looking at me. 'Why is he looking at me like that?' I wondered.
"Matt?" The silence around us was broken by the shrill sound of Britney's voice. I winced.
"What?" He asked, turning to look at her slightly.
"Aren't you going to ask Sora what she's written in her Diary?"
"No." Came the simple reply. I wanted to let out a sigh of relief but I was still feeling weird being this close to him.
"But you really want to see this."
"Go away Britney." Was all he said. I watched as she gave him one last hopeful glance and pouted. His expression never changed though. She turned around in defeat and one by one all of the group surrounding us disappeared.
I sighed finally as I felt his grip loosen around my waist and his arms drop to his side.
There was an awkward silence hung around us. I moved away from him and pulled my bag further onto my shoulder.
"So, do I really need to know what's written in your Diary?" He asked casually, glancing around, still pretending not to be interested.
"No." I said flatly. "It's nothing to do with you." I turned to walk away.
"Sora wait, please." I stopped and turned abruptly.
"What?" I asked, glaring at him. 'If he thought just because he cut me a break I was going to forget all the things he'd said and done to me he was wrong. Very wrong.'
I stood there tapping my foot waiting for him to say something.
He shook his head and moved towards me. I stiffened slightly.
"Firstly, cut the crap. Being a bitch really doesn't suit you."
"And you'd know, I mean since you've been such a brilliant friend and all and actually talked to me more than once in the past year."
He took hold of my arms and forced me to look at him.
"I know you Sora, no matter how much I've talked to you in the past year, I still know you."
I pulled away roughly from him. "No, no you don't. You used to know me and I used to know you. But guess what you're not the only one who changed."
"Right so you just forgot about the crest of love then?"
"Well you did such a good job forgetting about the crest of friendship, I thought I'd copy you."
"Fine I deserved that, but I'm me Sora. You aren't."
I glared at him.
"Just don't talk to me. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. As far as I'm concerned you don't exist." I walked away as quickly as I could. I had to get away from him and this stupid school. 'How could you just forget everything you stood for?'
I broke into a run down the corridor and headed towards my locker. The school was empty and my footsteps echoed down the empty hallway as I ran. I turned and stopped at my locker, opening it I pulled my books from that day out of it and shut it loudly.
"Mad at your locker too?" A voice asked.
I jumped and turned to see Matt staring at me again.
"What do you want this time?"
"I was curious about what you've got written in your Diary, so I decided I'd walk with you until you tell me."
"I'm not telling you what is in my Diary. It's private."
"Then why did you let Britney and the rest of the cheerleaders read it?"
"I didn't they took it out of my bag and read it to the rest of the PE room."
"Well then I'm going to find out about it tomorrow, especially if it has something to do with me, so you might as well tell me what you've written."
"No."
"Would you rather I found it out from someone else?"
"Yes."
"Fine." He turned and rested his back against the lockers. I held my books close to me.
"You know you're right." He said "You really did change."
"How so?" I asked curiously. He looked over at me.
"I don't remember you ever being this annoying." He smiled at me and I smiled back shaking my head.
"Well, I had Tai and Davis to hang around with instead of you, so I was bound to become more annoying wasn't I?" I smiled lifting my eyebrows a little and he laughed. More silence.
"I'm sorry Sora."
"Huh, what for?"
"For everything. I didn't mean to hurt you." He looked at me and I could see that very same pain in his eyes. The same pain that was there the day we fell out.
"But you did, Yama." I said softly.
The lights went out around us as the caretaker closed the school for the night.
We turned and walked together out of the doors and down the yard. I stopped at the gates and he turned to look at me.
"Walk me home?" I asked hopefully. I knew the answer already. A quick laugh and a shake of the head and he'd be gone. I guess I was just hoping he'd come back to me and be the same Yamato I remembered.
"…
Finished. Crap I know but review anyway please.
Luv Claire
Disclaimer: I don't own digimon.
They pulled my book out of my bag. I gasped in horror and tried to snatch it back.
"Hey!" I protested. "That's mine!"
"Don't worry love, we just want to read what you've written."
I turned pale at the thought.
"Please!" I begged. "Don't."
They just smiled and laughed.
"Now let's see, what could Sora Takenouchi possibly have written in her Diary that she doesn't want us all to see? 'Sora Ishida.' 'Sora loves Matt.' Oh dear, you really have got it bad!" They exclaimed laughing.
They continued to read out the scrawl as I turned redder and redder. 'Why, why, why did I have to write that? Now he's gonna know that I still like him.'
I turned to the PE group, most of them were smirking at me, and my friends looked kind of shocked. 'I guess no one would have expected it really, the amount of times I slagged him off, they probably all thought I hated him. Well I do really, for what he did to me, but at the same time I never got over him and now he's going to know.'
I shot my hand forward and grabbed my diary, picking up my bag I pushed my way through the mass of giggling cheerleaders and ran out of the changing rooms. Hearing shouts and jeers as I ran out of the room I managed to collide with someone.
I fell forwards as the person wrapped their arms around my waist and pulled me back up. 'Oh no.' It was him.
I looked up to be greeted by two cold, sad blue eyes. I squirmed and tried to get free from his grasp before the cheerleaders followed me outside, but he just wouldn't let me go.
"Get off me!" I yelled. I saw the pain in his eyes as I yelled at him, but I knew what was coming and I didn't want to be there again. I struggled but he still refused to let me go.
"Ahh Matt, just the person we wanted to see, oh and Sora too. Perfect." They glared evilly at me and then turned to Matt.
"I think you might want to ask Sora what she's got written all over her precious Diary.
I cringed, I knew if I didn't show him they'd tell him and if I did he'd still know. 'Oh why did I have to like him still, after all the things he's done to us and his supposed friends I should hate him, but I can't. I just can't.'
He was looking down at me I could feel his eyes watching me. I lifted my head to look at him. His arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist. I pleaded with him. I searched deep into his eyes, for a single glimpse of compassion. 'Don't ask me, please don't ask, just pretend not to be interested.'
He was still looking at me. 'Why is he looking at me like that?' I wondered.
"Matt?" The silence around us was broken by the shrill sound of Britney's voice. I winced.
"What?" He asked, turning to look at her slightly.
"Aren't you going to ask Sora what she's written in her Diary?"
"No." Came the simple reply. I wanted to let out a sigh of relief but I was still feeling weird being this close to him.
"But you really want to see this."
"Go away Britney." Was all he said. I watched as she gave him one last hopeful glance and pouted. His expression never changed though. She turned around in defeat and one by one all of the group surrounding us disappeared.
I sighed finally as I felt his grip loosen around my waist and his arms drop to his side.
There was an awkward silence hung around us. I moved away from him and pulled my bag further onto my shoulder.
"So, do I really need to know what's written in your Diary?" He asked casually, glancing around, still pretending not to be interested.
"No." I said flatly. "It's nothing to do with you." I turned to walk away.
"Sora wait, please." I stopped and turned abruptly.
"What?" I asked, glaring at him. 'If he thought just because he cut me a break I was going to forget all the things he'd said and done to me he was wrong. Very wrong.'
I stood there tapping my foot waiting for him to say something.
He shook his head and moved towards me. I stiffened slightly.
"Firstly, cut the crap. Being a bitch really doesn't suit you."
"And you'd know, I mean since you've been such a brilliant friend and all and actually talked to me more than once in the past year."
He took hold of my arms and forced me to look at him.
"I know you Sora, no matter how much I've talked to you in the past year, I still know you."
I pulled away roughly from him. "No, no you don't. You used to know me and I used to know you. But guess what you're not the only one who changed."
"Right so you just forgot about the crest of love then?"
"Well you did such a good job forgetting about the crest of friendship, I thought I'd copy you."
"Fine I deserved that, but I'm me Sora. You aren't."
I glared at him.
"Just don't talk to me. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. As far as I'm concerned you don't exist." I walked away as quickly as I could. I had to get away from him and this stupid school. 'How could you just forget everything you stood for?'
I broke into a run down the corridor and headed towards my locker. The school was empty and my footsteps echoed down the empty hallway as I ran. I turned and stopped at my locker, opening it I pulled my books from that day out of it and shut it loudly.
"Mad at your locker too?" A voice asked.
I jumped and turned to see Matt staring at me again.
"What do you want this time?"
"I was curious about what you've got written in your Diary, so I decided I'd walk with you until you tell me."
"I'm not telling you what is in my Diary. It's private."
"Then why did you let Britney and the rest of the cheerleaders read it?"
"I didn't they took it out of my bag and read it to the rest of the PE room."
"Well then I'm going to find out about it tomorrow, especially if it has something to do with me, so you might as well tell me what you've written."
"No."
"Would you rather I found it out from someone else?"
"Yes."
"Fine." He turned and rested his back against the lockers. I held my books close to me.
"You know you're right." He said "You really did change."
"How so?" I asked curiously. He looked over at me.
"I don't remember you ever being this annoying." He smiled at me and I smiled back shaking my head.
"Well, I had Tai and Davis to hang around with instead of you, so I was bound to become more annoying wasn't I?" I smiled lifting my eyebrows a little and he laughed. More silence.
"I'm sorry Sora."
"Huh, what for?"
"For everything. I didn't mean to hurt you." He looked at me and I could see that very same pain in his eyes. The same pain that was there the day we fell out.
"But you did, Yama." I said softly.
The lights went out around us as the caretaker closed the school for the night.
We turned and walked together out of the doors and down the yard. I stopped at the gates and he turned to look at me.
"Walk me home?" I asked hopefully. I knew the answer already. A quick laugh and a shake of the head and he'd be gone. I guess I was just hoping he'd come back to me and be the same Yamato I remembered.
"…
Finished. Crap I know but review anyway please.
Luv Claire