I stayed for like two hours in the clinic until I can manage to walk somehow. Chocho never leaves my side. I told her to attend the class but she was persistent. She brought me food and everything else I need. I got the greatest friend ever. I'm so lucky to have her as my friend.

"You sure you are okay now, Sarada?" she's worried that I'm still not okay.

"Don't worry it's just that my wounds are slightly stinging but I can walk now," I say but she doesn't look convinced with my answer.

"Are you sure? You don't look completely fine. Why don't you go home now?" she suggests but I shake my head in disagreement.

"No way, I can't miss more classes today knowing that the pre-final examination is approaching," I did not consider her suggestion and remain stubborn.

"You are a hard-headed girl," she tells me in defeat. She helps me from getting down of the clinic's bed.

We thank the nurse and bow our heads before saying goodbye. Before we can completely leave, she gives me the list of medicines to take to immediately heal my wounds.

"Thank you so much," I say and we leave. Chocho is still in assisting mode for me. I tell her that she doesn't need to worry about me but she is sturdy and couldn't help herself from worrying.

I noticed that some of the students are staring at us and whispering to their friends while we are walking in the hallway. We are heading to the locker room for a change of clothes. I wrinkle my forehead as to why they are acting that way.

"What are they gossiping about? Do you have any idea?" I ask Chocho but she just shrugs.

"They all look weird," I remark switching my gaze from left to right. They seem to talk about me. A thought came to my mind.

"Chocho, do you have your phone with you?" I ask her and she shakes her head.

"I left it in my locker. Why?" she furrows and I grit my teeth. There must be something going on behind my back.

"Let's hurry to the locker. I feel bad about this," I tell her, and we rush to the place though my knees are still stinging.

I immediately look for my phone when I get to my locker. I scroll through one of my social media and my jaw drops at what I've seen.

"No way..." Chocho utters in disbelief as she peeks at my phone.

It was a photo of us, it's the jerk while carrying me on his back. A lot of my friends shared the post and gossip about it. What shocks me is the caption. The caption says:

"Kawaki and Sarada are dating?!"

I go to the comments and they made me feel even worse.

"They now went in public."

"No way, Kawaki is dating the geek?"

"This is a joke, right?"

"Where the hell is he taking her?"

"I think it's started from the Tournament date HAHAHA."

"Sarada you are so famous now. Can I have your autograph?" Chocho teases me and I scowl at her.

"This is not a joke!" I snap and she gestures "sorry" to me. Who the hell took the picture? Why this went viral?

"Look, Yodo commented too," Chocho tells me and she's right, Yodo commented on the post and she said, "He just volunteered to take her to the clinic. It's no big deal "

"Yodo sure has a grudge against you. My gut is telling me so," Chocho rolls her eyes, and I nudge her on her side.

"She is right though," I say and she crosses her arms.

"You know she is obsessed with Kawaki. You better be careful with her," she warns me, and I scoff.

"She has nothing to worry about. I am not interested in that jerk. She can have him all she wants. I need to do something to stop this false information from dissipating across the platform and probably the whole campus," I tell her while scrolling through my phone.

"What are you planning to do now?" she asks me. Honestly...

"I don't know. I don't have anything in mind," I say and she sighs.

"What the hell?" she utters faintly. She takes out her uniform from her locker and walks to the comfort room.

"What should I do?" I breathe heavily while scratching my head. The lock sound echoes in the entire room. Chocho is currently changing clothes and I am still troubled about my problem with this false information in front of my face.

The door creaks and shows Chocho who had changed clothes. She walks in my direction and takes my phone away when she gets near me.

"Leave the issue for a while and change. We will solve the problem once you're done," she says calmly and I feel a bit relaxed. Her voice is comforting me and I nod. I take my uniform out of the locker and proceed to change. She waits for me outside.

"Chocho!" I squeak and she panics.

"What happened?" she asks anxiously and I stop running in her direction.

"I'm sorry. I overreact," I tell her and give her an awkward laugh.

"Sarada, I'll kill you! You know you scared me. I thought something happened to you," she berates and pouts in front of me. I gesture to her like I am apologizing.

"I think I know what to do now," I feel so determined. She raises one brow as if to say I should tell her what's on my mind.

"I will talk to the jerk," I say, and both her brows rise. She is wondering by now for sure. I know that expression.

"What will you discuss with him?" she asks cluelessly.

"Well, let's see what I can do to fix this mess," I say and drags her out of the locker room.

"The way you drag me out feels like you are not injured at all," she sarcastically tells me. Well, when I am determined to do something, I forgot about something else. This issue is a lot worse than my wounds. If I don't do anything to fix this before it gets to my mother's knowledge, then I'm surely dead.

We head back to class and the moment we enter the classroom our classmates be like, "Sarada?!" They all look surprised when they saw me. I am surprised by their reactions as well. I notice that most of them are holding phones in their hands.

Darn it! I am in the headline of their feeds! Where the hell is the jerk? He must help me fix this mess.

I look around the room and the jerk is nowhere to be found.

"He is not here," I mutter and Chocho says, "Huh? Did you say something?" but I ignore her. I step back and aim to leave the room then Chocho tries to stop me but I can't right now.

"I will be back," I tell her and she keeps trying to ask me things but I am quick to move away.

"But your wounds..." the only words I hear because she is slowly fading from my sight. I must find him right away and end this idiocracy.

I look for him in the cafeteria but he wasn't there. I went to the library and he wasn't there too. I look for him at the stadium but he wasn't there either. Where the hell is he?

I glimpse above the Grade 10 building and see the water tank. At the rooftop? He must be there. So, I head straight in the direction of the water tank.

I pant as I climb upstairs. I am tired from running since earlier. I think my knees will give in any time

"Ahh!" I scoff and put my hands on my knees. My wounds are stinging again. Oh, crap! My knees are slightly trembling but I think I can still make it up there. I get up and slowly make steps upstairs until I finally reach the top.

Air blows my hair upon opening the door but I keep making steps forward. The dazzling sunlight is blocking my eyesight as I lift my head to see if someone is on top of the tank because I have sighted someone's reflection earlier.

"Meow... Meow..."

A cat?

"What do you want, dork?"

Hey, it's him!

I can see him now. He is petting the cat on his lap. I did not know he likes cats. How surprising.

I clear my throat before speaking, "I need to talk to you. It's very important," I tell him and he lifts one brow.

"Talk about what?" he boldly asks. Didn't he know?

"About the false rumors about us," I tell him and he tilts his head a little as if to say that he doesn't know what I am saying.

"False rumors? What are you talking about?" which planet this jerk came from?

"Don't you have a phone? Don't you have social media accounts? This rumor of us dating is spreading all over the campus and it's insane. Can't you do something to stop this?" I tell him seems like he is clueless as to what is going on.

"Deal with it yourself," he says boldly. Is he for real?!

"Are you serious? Aren't you distracted by this?" I snap and he keeps petting the cat.

"Not really. I don't have a phone anyway. And I don't care," mind you I drop my jaw at the selfish and ignorant guy right there.

"You...!" I madly point at him and he only gazes at me with his usual cold eyes.

"Those stupid rumors will vanish in a blink of an eye. Throw your phone away if it's a nuisance to you," is he suggesting me something stupid?

"It's easy for you to say it, but not for me. It's better if it's just you but it includes me and that's the problem here. Did you know that you are the most insensitive person I know? Well, what to expect from a jerk like you?" I say and immediately turn my back at him.

"If you think what I said was being insensitive then you can deal with it yourself," he says before I completely leave the place.

I turn and glare at him and speak, "I hate you!" I raise my voice and turn to walk back inside the building.

"You'll regret hating me," he says but I ignore his words and keep my pace away from him.

I annoyingly pout as I walk downstairs. That jerk is getting into my nerves. To my surprise, Yodo is leaning against the wall like she's waiting for someone.

"Yodo..." I mutter.

"So, how's secretly meeting up with Kawaki turns out?" she utters and looks coldly at me.

"I wasn't secretly meeting up with him. Don't get the wrong idea," I defend. I was not though. Why would she think that?

"Stop acting like an innocent genius child. I know you are secretly crawling onto Kawaki's legs like all the other girls out there," she is spitting nonsense at me right now.

"Stop assuming things, Yodo. I went to tell him to help me end these false rumors about us dating or whatever you think we are. I am not interested in him," I want to end this conversation right away so, I walk past her. But before I can leave her she speaks to me again, "You better mark your words," it's all I've heard and it's enough to leave her alone.

I hope all these bad things will end soon.