Alright, minions. I want you all to bow down to Goku's Blue Angel, for she has just saved you from an eternity of no more chapters (ok, so only 2 reviews were got for the last chapter, but she reviewed number 1 as well. I'd better get 2 reviews for this chapter or… ok, I don't what, but something bad.
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Chapter 3, methinks.
Buruma's smile only widened as she rushed up to her friends. "Guess what?" Juuhachigou sighed and raised an eyebrow in question. "I know his friend!!" The blonde femme winced at her friend's squealing.
"His friend, eh? Wow, next thing you know you guys will be married," Buruma scowled at the sarcasm dripping from Juu's voice. After months of admiring him in the athletics team photo in the yearbook, meeting his friend was a big deal for her. Juu had always been critical of her crush on the guy. It annoyed Buruma to no end, just because Juuhachigou didn't want to get involved with someone didn't mean the rest of the world had to be lonely for the rest of their collective lives. She didn't entirely blame her friend, though. She was going through a hard time, with her mother. Seeing her father fall apart because he was so attached to the dying woman. Juu just didn't want to go through that. She sighed.
"I'll have you know that knowing Damien practically ensures getting to know my dream guy by the end of the term," she sniffed haughtily and the taller girl suppressed a giggle.
"You don't even know anything about him, B!" For all you know, he's gay, or an axe murderer or something," Buruma rolled her eyes and opened her mouth but Juu spoke again before she could. "Seriously, guys are shit, B, and I don't want you to get hurt."
Kuririn coughed pointedly, putting on a look of mock offence at her generalisation of the male species. She poked him in the side of the head before turning down the hallway to her locker, leaving Kuririn to walk with a sulking Buruma. They walked in silence for a while, until Buruma gave a loud, exasperated sigh, and stalked off in the opposite direction, leaving Kuririn to blink owlishly and wonder what he'd done.
Buruma shoved her books in her locker and slammed the door shut angrily. Sometimes her friends just pissed her off so much. It was none of Juu's business if he didn't turn out to be all she expected. In truth, she doubted he would. She expected a lot, but would still be happy if he didn't meet all the standards she'd set for him. She knew expecting him to be perfect was just her being an irrational teenage girl with a crush, and she prided herself on her intelligence and rational mind, so every chance she got, she told herself not to expect too much.
Of course, it was all very well to say that you won't expect perfection, but actually convincing a 15 year old, hormone flooded psyche that the guy they've been lusting after is a flawed human being is something entirely else.
Grabbing a few books from her bag, Buruma slunk off to the table she sat at with her friends. Chichi was already sitting there, crunching away at an apple, she lifted one slender arm and waved, patting the seat beside her with her other hand. Buruma slid into the seat, resting her elbows on the table and sighing, chin in the palm of her hands.
"What's wrong, B?"
"Nothing… everything. I'm just having a bad day. First of all, I'm in no one's classes. Second of all, I'm just tired. And lastly, Juu's been being nasty about you-know-who." Chichi sighed, a little sick of hearing about 'you-know-who'.
"Are you ever going to find out his name?" At this, Buruma brightened, sitting up straight and smiling.
"I know his friend!! His best best best friend!!!" She almost squealed out the last sentence, her face flushed and excited as she grinned at Chichi, who raised an eyebrow, but decided to humour her best friend.
"Wow, his best friend…. But you didn't think to ask his name?" She averted her clear blue eyes and Chi could tell at once that she'd been too nervous. "B, for someone so outgoing, you have yourself in a big tangle over this one guy." They both sighed in frustration.
Buruma lifted her head at the sound of Juuhachigou's voice, and narrowed her eyes as the blonde sat down across from her. She could tell this was going to be another stupid, immature fight that would probably last the day and then be forgotten. But it would be awkward while it lasted.
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Yeah, and I got sick of typing there so you get a really short chapter. My excuse is that I didn't get enough reviews. You'd better review this time or I really will just abandon this. Start another fic and forget allllll about Too Young To Care. Review, my minions. Review or die.