pass the broccollini
Author's Note: I'd like to apologize for the length of time between chapters. However, like many of you out there, I too have a life. Hope this chapter was worth the wait! Review!
SakuraJane: ...yup. Arima's going to gradually get more and more possessive. It may not be completely realistic, but it is fanfiction after all.
MountainRain: Thank you for your reviews! Keep on critiquing! Oh yeah, and the part about the character name mix-up. Actually, that was just a random name I made up for the sake of plot purposes. It might be a good idea to change it though, maybe I'll go back and edit it a bit.
Chapter Three:
She always had a smile on her face. It was there when she giggled with her friends about Asaba's women-hunting, it was there when she scored first on the exams, it was there when her parents bought her a new dress, and it was there when she was with him.
It wasn't fair.
He had completely dedicated his heart and soul to this girl. Sure, he had kendo and his academic pursuits. He had the School Trip Committee, the Student Council Committee, and various other organizations he belonged to. But he didn't want to belong. He wanted her to belong. To him. She shared that smile of hers with everyone around her. He shared his with only her.
It seemed as if every time her friends were around, she'd casually hold his hand. Not that he didn't like physical contact, but it was the way in which she did it. The way she almost seemed to be bragging about him. It was no secret that Miyazawa always wanted to be number one. First in her class, first on the exams, first to win the school acting award, first to capture his heart. She was the best at almost everything: athletics, academics, etc. It made sense that she wanted him. He wasn't oblivious to what other's thought of him. He was "charming", "smart", and a "pretty boy". He didn't resent it. What he resented was that she almost seemed to want him just for the sake of having him. He was the top-pick of the eligible bachelors in school. It was only logical that she'd wanted the best catch so that, once again, she would be number one.
He spent the rest of the day with thoughts such as these. During the last period before he lunch, he forced these thoughts out of his mind so that he could concentrate on the assigned, in-class math problems. The bell finally rang, dismissing the students from the monotonous lecture about the importance of quadratic equations.
After purchasing his lunch (an apple, a bowl of white rice, a granola bar, and a Diet Coke), he scanned the lunch room for his friends. Asapin, Miyazawa, and Maho all had the same lunch period as he, and were sitting at the table in the back of the dining hall. Catching his gaze, Miyazawa rose from her plate of ramen noodles and waved to him. She had a smile on her face.