Chapter 3: Getting Attention
"Wow, you either really like her, or a lot of money is
on the line." Makoto grinned, poking in on Haruka as
she splashed on some cologne. The blonde stuck her
tongue out at her, "I'm shocked you think I'd be doing
this for money!" "How much." The brunette demanded,
tapping her foot on the tiles. Haruka turned back to
the mirror and fixed her hair leaving a long pause
before replying, "Fifty." "I knew it." Mako laughed,
leaving to get ready herself.
*beep* Haruka stood at the apartment complex lobby
and awaited a response from number 478, Kaioh
Residence. "Hello? How can I help you?" The blonde
cleared her throat slightly before replying though the
intercom, "Good morning, m'am. My name is Haruka
Tenoh, I'm here to see Miss Michiru Kaioh." She could
faintly hear a huge gasp from the speaker before the
voice returned, "She'll be down in a minute Mr.
Tenoh." "Thank you." Haruka chuckled to herself -
already thinking about how she could rub her victory
into Brad's face. Leaning against the wall, she
jumped up in a fury as she spotted Brad's red Jeep
Wrangler drive up the road.
"What are you doing here?!" She demanded sternly.
"What are _you_ doing here?!" Brad growled back,
getting out of his car and slamming the door shut.
"I'm here to pick up my girl." The blonde replied
smugly, checking her hair in the side-view mirror
briefly. The American counterpart bursted into a fury
of laughter, doubling over trying to contain himself.
"We all know she's looking for someone more like me."
He replied, running his fingers through his gelled
hair. "I think your ego is getting the better part of
you." Haruka replied, shaking her head.
Michiru came out of the front doors - perhaps at the
best time since both football players looked like they
were ready to tackle each other - and waved at Haruka
walking over to her. "Wow, do you greet every girl
you've met at their house?" The aqua haired girl
asked, looking very cute in boot-cut jeans and a
formfitting tee. "Only those who are worth greeting."
Haruka replying in a smug tone. "Who's your friend?"
She asked, nodding towards Brad. "Oh, just another
jock on the field--" The brown-haired man stepped in,
cutting her off before she could finish. "More than
just a jock, Quarterback of the school team." He said
proudly, puffing his chest up. "Can I--" "give you a
ride to school?" The blonde cut in, gently pushing
Brad out of the way and nodding towards her car.
"Sure!" Michiru beamed, taking the arm that Haruka
was offering. Haruka grinned and winked at Brad, as
she closed the door for Michiru and walked around the
back of her car to get to the drivers seat. "Hang
tight." She smiled, revving up the engine and
speeding away leaving Brad in a cloud of dust.
As the two arrived in the school parking lot, Michiru
thanked Haruka once more for giving her a ride and
exited with the assistance of the blonde, much to her
liking. Haruka grinned and winked at her, walking
towards the group of guys calling out to her. Michiru
sighed before Minako suddenly pounced on her, "OMG!!
He gave you a ride to school!?" She gushed,
practically being dragged into the school. "You're
like the only girl who's ever been in his car!! And
isn't it amazing!?!? I hear it's a really rare car,
not many were produced and are apparently _really_
expensive. How do you think he got the dough for
it??" "I think you're a little too obsessed with
him." Michiru replied, digging into her locker for
her books. "What girl isn't?! He's such a hunk!!"
The bubbly blonde replied, leaning against the door
sighing in a dream state. "You're unbelievable ..."
The aqua haired girl replied, slamming her locker door
shut letting Minako fall face first into the ground.
"Hey!!" She called out, chasing after her.
Once she caught up with her she continued on with her
incessant chatter, "You know what I heard? One of the
cheerleaders broke her leg in a nasty accident this
summer." "Meaning what??" Michiru asked, looking
confused. "Meaning there's gonna be tryouts!" "Oh
you've got to be kidding me!!" "I'm serious!!
Football players always go for the cheerleaders
first!!" "That's so stereotypical for you to say that
..." the sea haired girl commented as they joined
their other friends, though deeply considering her words.
