chApter 3: Who are you to tell me what to do?!
Dak dak dak dak......
My ear twitched slightly, hearing the running Gucci beige high heels coming my way. I frown as my eyes were closed, almost dozing off. Why is that girl always late...I've waited 15 minutes and now opened my eyes to see her running towards me, huffing and juggling big text books. She starts waving when suddenly her heel got wedged in between a crack and fell with a yelp.
Sigh.....
Bra may act like a bimbo sometimes, but she is one smart girl. While I've put sweat and blood in my efforts of studying for the last 2 years, but Bra parties all the time, barely studying, and still receives straight A's. The world is not fair at all....
"Pan!....Eh heh, I was talking with a fellow cute classmate when I realized..."
"(-.-)"
"Hey, don't give me that look. I'm sorry. Oh, remember, today's the day for your first meeting!"
Oh yeah...that blind date meeting thing....I remembered since yesterday and I have been nervous ever since about that...since it was my first time going out on somewhat of a date.
"Come out to Cafe Bleu at 4! My friends told me they were all good looking guys!"
I just stared at her blankly and nodded.
"Kyaa!!! I would love to see a guy that looked like Keita! Or Trunks! Speaking of Trunks, did you hear? Kyoko ditched Trunks for Keita! Now both of them are going out! Isn't that funny? It was only yesterday they were happily going out...she's like the girl version of casanova."
I wasn't really listening to her, after she mentioned Trunks name, then that Trunks got dumped...Ah...so that's why he was acting so weird last night...
"Anyway, wear something pretty okay? Since it's your first time going out with a boy, tried to take a good advantage and go to the hair salon to do soemthing about your hair...what is that...it looks a like a bird's nest."
I rolled my eyes. Do you think I have the money to do my hair? But, I don't blame her, I haven't really told her the seriousness of my financial situation and my hair does need some help.
School ended and I trudged back to our little ratty apartment. Not much, but still, it's shelter. Today was my day off so I didn't have to worry about any work and such. Every Wednesday, the task gets handled by my little brother, Hasku. And usually on that day like this, I study.My brother is only a senior in high school, so I can't ask him to do anymore work. (In Korea and Japan, it's a real titanic, huge, gigantic, pain to study for the entrance exam for college. The percentage of getting in is so serious, the test is actually the thing that'll say if your life is set, or you'll become a hobo.)
I went into the bathroom to get ready. It's 3 right now, so I have to be quick. I wondered where I should start and picked up my brush. The moment I placed the brush in my hair, I could not get the thing to brush down. My hair is so tangled...I gave up, and actually wrestled to get the brush out. Hmmm....since I can't get rid og the mess on top of my head, maube I'll lightly curl it to hid it. It'll be like a new sohpisticated look. It seemed like a good idea at the time, so I happily grabbed some pink rollers and rolled chunks of my hair. Did I mention I don't no what the hell I'm doing. I'm just going with instinct.
I placed my whole effort in it and the final product.........................................................................................................................
A BIG FAT ASS FAILURE
Waaaaaaaaahhhhh!!! I can't go like this! My hair looked like something that came straight from the 80's...no...more like the 70's. It came out to be some big tangly afro! I want my hair back...(T.T)....
I glanced at the clock...gasp...it's almost 4...I started to panic. I made a mad dash for my closet. Hmmmmm...what to wear....I don't own much girly nice clothes. I stood for a long time. Realizing I'm wasting time, I quickly found a bright frilly red blouse with a black box-shaped skirt and matching beige stockings. I went in front of the mirror and gasped....
I looked H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E....
Damn...whatever, there's no time left. It's 4 o'clock right now! And I didn't get a chance to wash my face, I got some dirt on my nose that I couldn't get off. I locked the front door and started running. I rode the bus, trying to ignore all the stares that were boring in my back and ran some more all the way to Cafe Bleu.Wiping the sweat off of my forehead, and stretching out the wrinkled clothing, I walked in, face up with a sigh and smile.
I looked around and my eyes landed on a table with 4 girls and 5 boysacross from them. Ah...the 5th girl would be me. I slwoly walked up to the table and cringed when they looked up to see who it was. I looked at the guys shyly and one caught my eye. What...this can't be...he's.....Morimoto Toshi! I thought Bra said boys from a different college!! And next to him was...seated right in front me was...is this fate or dumb luck?
The guy was Trunks Breifs.
Ha ha ha. It was only yesterday he was calling out 'Kyoko, I need you!! Come back to me!...' Chi, and here he is, out on a meeting the very next day. The guys gazed at me, head to feet and back up. I just gave them an awkward laugh and sat down fast. Do I look that weird? I could feel Bra bowing her head with a sigh. I'm sorry your friend has no fashion sense....I bit my lip and looked at Trunks. He looked at me quietly, gave me a smirk, and began to laugh. Bra took this as a cue to get some attention off of her friend.
"Okay then! Now that we're all here, let's introduce ourselves and pick our partner for the 1:1 date!"
Everyone seemed to agree and The girl farthest down began to speak.
"Hi, I'm SaigoYuki and I'm a 2nd year in Shinji University."
"I'm Taisku Miyaki and I also attend Shinji University."
"I'm..uh..."
I quirked my eyebrow. Since when was Bra a shy person...especially in front of guys? Suddenly, before Bra could finish, Trunks stood up from his seat.
"I want to leave now."
The guys looked at him sigh. Seems like they kind of forced him to go or something and was expecting a negative attitude. Toshi nervously smiled and tucked on Trunks' shirt.
"Hey, you can't leave now or the pairings will become messed up."
"Sigh....yeah? Okay then...um..."
He slowly looked at all of us and finally he pointed his finger at me. My eyebrows rose up in surprise.
"You, your my partner. Let's go."
While I can feel the 3 girls glaring at me with jealousy, and 1, probably Bra, staying still in confusement, I just sat there. This is absurd. What was he trying to pull? Bra shook her head and nudged me to follow him out. Having no choice, I followed Trunks out the door.
"Let's separate here."
That's the first thing he says once we stepped out of the cafe. What the fuck....I would just...grrrrr........
"I didn't want to come but they began to beg me so I just went along. Something about not having enough people....anyway it's been nice meeting you. Maybe we'll do lunch."
With that, he shoved his hands in his black dress pants and began walking right past me. He talked like some big time business man that mumbled 'Let's have lunch' to brush off someone and never intended to meet that person ever again. Why that...little...
"Why did you pick me?"
Out of my boiling point, a certain curiosity escaped my mouth. Trunks stopped and look back with his head tilt. Then smiled brightly.
"Well...it's rather simple...you were the ugliest out of the bunch of them all."
That felt like a punch in the stomach. He began walking again, waving his hand.
....My first meeting was a disaster....
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