Mask, no offence taken. :)
Umm. Yup. Tee hee!
Next chapter is cliché-rampant. Just to warn you…
Umm… I really have nothing to say. Although, I had a dream about getting Ninja Gaiden last night. That's how much I want this bloody game. Oh well, till next (cliché) chapter!
She couldn't concentrate, even though a maths test was looming in front of her like a bad smell. All she could think of was Hayabusa's empty chair, and that lingering touch on her lips.
He was so pure. As though nobody had ever hurt him before. He tasted so clean. He really does care for me. But… how? What's so good about me? He could have Kasumi, but he chooses me? I don't know if I can live up to his expectations.
Beside her, Hayate fidgeted slightly in his seat, playing with his pencil. She could see that he was as distracted as she was, although not for the same reasons.
Besides. Love just gets you hurt. If I fell in love, and then they died… no. I'd rather hurt other people then get hurt myself. Selfish maybe, but true.
On the other side of her, Hitomi was scribbling down answers with aplomb.
Everywhere in my life, I've been shunned by somebody. Even now, with that stupid French slut not accepting me simply because I came from a public school. But nowhere, not even at home, as anybody accepted me so readily as Hayabusa did.
She paused, scribbling absently on her test paper.
Well, maybe Kasumi, after a while, at least. But she doesn't count.
Pencil in hand, she stabbed the paper once, hard enough for the lead to go through into the next page.
Everyone shunning me. Is someone trying to tell me I'm just a waste of space?
Pause.
But I can't be. Hayabusa doesn't think I'm a waste of space. He fucking kissed me, for crying out loud. And he was a good kisser, too.
Silence, except for the sound of Hitomi's scratching pencil.
I want to tell him how grateful I am for him accepting me so readily. But he's… so unpredictable. I don't know how he'd react. And I don't want to tell him that I don't love him, either. He's a nice guy, but I'm not ready for a relationship, I don't think.
Her thoughts drifted to more bitter things.
He's so lucky. I bet he never feels unwanted. All these people at school love him. He's like, the closest to perfect I've ever seen in a person. Anyone would be thrilled if he said he liked them. He just happened to pick the lowliest of the low.
I still don't understand what he sees in me. I'm just a public school girl, a bastard child. Nothing good about that.
He has everything. Brains, looks, money, ability in everything.
She laughed out loud, an astringent tone lacing her voice. Several people turned around to look at her. She ignored them.
Like those shows on telly, where the 'perfect couple' compensate for the other's weaknesses. In that respect, I guess we could be a good couple. He's good at everything and I'm good at nothing except pissing him off.
He must be an idiot to like me like that. What about that Irene chick?
Why? What do I have to offer?
She grinned savagely, scrawling the answer on her maths paper.
Nothing.