A/N: Hey all! Thanx for reviewing me! I love to hear back from every chapter that I post : )I hope you guys still enjoy it, and here's chapter 4!
Chapter 4
I was pissed off. He had just left me there! Left me to die, or be raped, or... or... drunk for all he knows! Didn't he even care? I know I was thinking about why he was at the party. Not like I'm concerned, but of all people... why was he there?
"You need to stop being so angry all the time," Izumi said the day after the party. "If you keep this up, I'll have to send you over to the Gothics." We were all walking around a mall, looking for new clothes to buy. Izumi kind of dragged us along because she needed more jeans. Oh, and she needed to buy Kyo something for their anniversary. I was fine with it because shopping was fun for me. Kagura wasn't all too pleased with it, but she came anyway.
"Somehow, I really can't see Risa-chan wearing black," Kagura Yamazaki, my trusted roommate, said.
"He's just such a jerk," I raved. "I mean... why? He could have just pointed... or said one word... or... something! But, no! He just walked away! Like I was nothing!"
"Oi, Risa-chan, are we talking about him again?" Izumi asked, annoyed. "I'm telling you, stay away. He doesn't care about anyone." She spotted a pair of sandals and cocked her head at them. "Nice..."
"We're here for jeans, Izumi-chan," Kagura said, with a grumble. They began laughing about something or other as I zoned out on a pair of jeans myself.
Ever since the first day of school, I had been thinking. Satoshi was not that bad of a guy. I mean, really. He just kept his distance because... well... I don't know. Daisuke was always using his IQ as an excuse. He's smarter than everyone else, but he's not stuck up about it. Maybe he just doesn't want other people to feel inferior.
But, if that's the case, why does he stare at me like that?
I didn't want to think about Izumi's words because they would always end up making sense. I've never, ever seen him smile. And he's never really been nice to me. He's been polite, but never nice, if you want to get technical about it. Then again, I've never really been nice to him either. Come to think of it... I don't think anyone had been nice to him, except for Daisuke.
What must it be like for him to always stay so distant? What must it be like... to have no one be nice to you... to have no friends... to have people trash talking you all the time...
"Risa!" Kagura called me out of my daydream and shook my shoulder. I yelped, surprised, and glared at her. She laughed and Izumi stared at the jeans I was looking at.
"Not bad, Risa-chan," Izumi said, picking them up. "You would look nice in these."
I rolled my eyes, and took the jeans from her. "You're the one looking for jeans, remember?"
"Yes, yes, but still," Izumi said eyeing me as I accidentally held the jeans up to my own legs. "Oh, I'm buying them." Before I could blink, they were out of my hands and held tight to Izumi's chest.
"Great," Kagura murmered. "Now we can leave."
"Oh, I haven't found my own jeans yet!" Izumi called, already yards ahead of us. "These are for Risa-chan!"
"What!" Kagura was about to punch something, but I patted her shoulder.
"Just leave her in her bliss."
Kagura and I ended up eating pretzels and waiting for hours on end until Izumi was done with her clothes shopping. She didn't buy much, but, after three hours, she still had to buy Kyo something. So we had to drive all the way out to the middle of nowhere to pick up some stupid flower (of all things, a flower!). I swear, it took three hours just to pick up a flower, and one hour just to make the journey back home. All in all, it was not a good day. I mean... there were some good points... but not many. I guess I was just tired.
The next day, however, was honestly the worst day of my life.
It started with the fact that I was kicked out of my Musical Theater class because so many peoč°le signed up and... I was a freshman in college. So, even though I signed up first, they kicked me out because I'm a freshman. Unfair! Unfair treatment! Everyone in this schoolboard is sexist! Sexist, I tell you!
Now, I'm in that class... with him. They put me in his class. The class which he was in.
I was angry, of course, but then I saw him. Everyone else was laughing and slapping his back, wishing him luck or something. Satoshi's horrified expression was priceless as he looked at the Elective sheet. At first, I was all proud and smug as I saw his face. It served him right for being so mean to me. It was his own fault. That smug bastard... think so highly of yourself now?
Then he looked at me... right in my eyes. He saw my smug smile... and how it faded. Why was my smile fading? I thought it was funny! Well, at first it was, but... the way that he looked at me. As if I had betrayed him or something. I didn't feel so proud anymore.
Me being in his same class didn't help much either.
"Welcome, students," Sensei greeted us. I stared at him for a little because of his voice. It was... different somehow. So was his clothing... "This, as you all know, is Child Care and Education. I'm Sensei Smith. Yes, I'me from the States, so do not ask me that question."
A few people behind me whispered something about how wierd he was. Teaching at a Japanese University and being from America. They also giggled when one commented that he was gay. I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the wall. I glanced around the room at all the different people. My eyes landed on Satoshi. He didn't look very pleased at all, and I immediately looked away.
"Now, keep in mind that these seats will be permanent," Sensei Smith said. "And whoever you will sit next to, will be your partner in all of your projects. So no complaining!"
The students nodded and mumbled, all standing against the wall waiting for their seat assignments. As he read the names, more and more students stepped away from the wall. I didn't notice that I was the last name called until I was the last person standing against the wall.
"Harada, Risa and Yitoren, Kazutaka," Sensei read.
I walked calmly over to my seat, then froze once I had put my books down. I hadn't recognized the name at first. I looked, horrified as Satoshi sat down in his seat... next to mine.
Oh no, I thought. Oh, no. Not in this class. Not now. Oh, god no!
"Is something wrong, Harada-san?" Sensei asked. I looked from him, to my seat, then to Satoshi, then back to him. He looked annoyed and the class sniggered. I felt the heat go to my face and I swallowed my pride.
"N-no, Sensei," I mumbled. "Sorry." I sat down, putting my head in my hands.
"Good," Sensei said, rolling his eyes. "Now then..."
The class continued, but I didn't pay attention. I was sitting next to him. Out of all people, Sensei put me next to him. It's like the entire world wanted me to be miserable! Even after class, when I talked to Sensei Smith, he would not move me.
Like I said, this school is full of sexist people.
"Harada-san," Sensei Smith said, just as I was about to storm out of the room. I stopped, rested my books on one hip, and glared at him. If I kept this attitude up, I could get in a lot of trouble. "Just give Yitoren-san a chance, alright? Mid-year, if you still don't like him, I'll change the seats. Does that sound ok?"
I sighed, a little bit of relief filling me. "Thank you, Sensei."
With that, I left, feeling at least somewhat of a ray of hope. I mean... all I had to do was put up with Satoshi until after mid-terms, then tell Sensei that I didn't like him. Just a few months left. It wasn't that long of a time. I know it's only September, but... the end of January comes soon, doesn't it?
A/N: Ok, this was a bit more lengthy than I wanted, but I had to delete scenes that werent necissary and develop... other things...