Chapter 8: Jealousy And Doubt
The two women drove in silence for a while, until Michiru finally spoke up. "Haruka…" The blonde grunted in response, her eyes not leaving the road for a second. "If you do mind me going to that movie with Brad, tell me." Michiru demanded, causing Haruka to shoot her a short glance. "I said I don't mind." The blonde then replied. Michiru sighed. "Yes, you said that. But did you mean it?" Haruka didn't reply, and Michiru reached out to put a gentle hand on her upper leg. "Haruka, please tell me. Are you jealous?" Finally, Haruka sighed and nodded. "Well…yes, I am." She admitted. Michiru smiled at her, for some reason with stars in her eyes. Haruka sweat dropped. "Huh?" she spoke intelligently. "Well…if you're jealous, it means that you care." Michiru quipped, grinning so broadly that the corners of her mouth almost paid a visit to her earlobes, maybe to say hello. Haruka brought her car to a stop in front of Michirus apartment house. "See you tomorrow." She spoke, not bothering to inform Michiru if she really cared now. "See you tomorrow." Michiru sighed, a little disappointed. She quickly kissed Haruka on the lips and climbed out, leaving the blonde behind – totally stunned.
Haruka let herself fall down on her couch and stared up at the ceiling, counting the cracks it had. What didn't take long, since there only was one. Sighing, Haruka rolled on her stomach, staring at the wall. "Do I really care for Michiru?" The blonde mused out loud. "It's just some stupid bet between me and Brad! Not more! We've done this so often (leaving a trail of broken hearts behind), and I never fell for one of the girls. So why should I now?" "Talking to yourself again, huh?" the voice that came out of nowhere startled Haruka, and she fell of the couch when she jumped. "Owww." Haruka groaned as soon as she had landed on the floor. She looked up, only to find herself face to toe with a pair of feet. Her eyes wandered upwards, until they met with Makotos. "Hi Makoto." The blonde finally spoke, sitting up in the process. "Hey." Makoto replied, sitting down next to her friend. "What were you talking about before?" she asked, being her usual blunt and straight-forward self. Haruka let out a heavy sigh – that seemed to become a habit of her – and explained the whole thing to Makoto. As soon as the blonde had finished, her brunette friend was totally baffled. "So…let me repeat that. First, you made that bet. Second, you now think that you fall for that Kaioh girl. Third, she doesn't know that you're female, but she seems to have feelings for you, too." Haruka nodded, her head hanging low. "You should call Brad and tell him that you want to end the bet." Makoto advised her now. "Then, you should drive to Michiru and tell her everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything." Haruka stared at her wide-eyed. "Makoto! I can't tell her about the bet! And I can't tell her that I'm female! She'll hate me!" "Either she'll hate you, or she'll understand." Makoto replied, putting a hand on Harukas shoulder. "But she deserves to know. And now, call Brad." The brunette commanded, handing the phone to Haruka. The blonde just sighed and obeyed.
"But Brad! I don't care about the frigging bet anymore, and I want to end it!" Haruka yelled into the phone, obviously angered. "You're just afraid to lose." Brad replied, in a not so happy tone. Haruka snarled and spoke on: "If you want, I'll give you the damn fifty bucks. If we end it now." "No." Brad replied. "The one who has her first wins, and that's it. A bet is a bet." And with that, Brad hung up. "Damn." Haruka mumbled, angered. She put the phone down and hung her head low, absolutely not knowing what to do.
