"What the hell is that?" An's eyes squinted in the sun, trying to make out the shadowed figure that was standing beside the tennis court.
"Hey, Tachibana no imotou," Momoshiro called from his side of the court, "What are you looking at?"
An squinted again, the light in her eyes, before puffing up the instant she realized the identity of the spectator. "Nothing," she huffed in her most dismissing tone as she turned her head back to Momo. She, of course, made sure her hair flipped angrily as she did so. "Just a really big, really ugly head."
Momo's expression screwed up as he squinted off to the side. "Eh?"
"Seigaku, scram."
Momo scowled, his hackles' immediately rising. "Atobe!"
Atobe stepped onto the court, his head tilted, his hands in his pockets and his swagger cocky. As he had already dismissed Momo, he no longer paid any attention to him, his focus completely on An. His smirk was easy as he came to a stop in front of her, his eyes reflecting mirth and condescension. "Hello to you too, An-chan."
Her eyes shot daggers up at him. She tapped her tennis racket on her shoulder threateningly. She seriously considered putting his head through the strings. "What do you want?"
"I came to see you, An-chan."
"Oh cram it," An shot back, the need to smash her racket over his entirely too pretty head growing with every passing second. "I'm busy."
His head tilted further, but his expression remained calm and haughty. "You can't stay mad at me forever you know."
"Oh yes I can. You are a cheating asshole." She sniffed a bit righteously. "And I broke up with you."
It was then that his expression broke, not with anger, but with annoyance and something akin to guilt. "As we have been through before Tachibana, I did not cheat on you."
She remained defensive, only she found herself unable to look at him. "Whatever, go away." Great. Now she wanted to cry. Asshole.
Atobe sighed impatiently, his arm shooting out and grabbing hers. "You are trying my patience. Why would you believe an irritatingly mouthy brat that you don't even like, over me?"
An paused, her gaze flicking over him before quickly looking away again. He actually had a point. Why had she believed that infuriating Kirihara Akaya? Oh right.
The picture.
"I saw what I saw Atobe-san. Pictures, unlike rich brats, don't lie."
"Picture?" Atobe's face screwed up in a frown. "May I see this picture?"
She puffed up again and threw up her hands. "Fine!" She stomped away then, heading towards her tennis bag. "You'll see that just because you go to some fancy school doesn't mean I won't find out."
"What the hell was demon-boy," no one quite got over their middle school days, "Doing at Hyotei?"
An rifled through her bag angrily. After finding her phone she practically tore it out, flipping it open and hitting buttons quickly. "I don't know, but he sent it to me. Proof," she stomped back over and just about shoved the phone in his face.
Atobe squinted, trying to focus on the small screen. Slowly his face transformed from annoyance to amusement mixed with irritation. "You. Are an idiot. A jealous one at that."
Her vision blanked red. "Excuse me?"
He turned the phone around, exposing the picture of a brown haired girl hanging off his arm. His eyebrow arched. "Her name is Michiko," he said, half smiling. "Atobe Michiko."
An blinked. "A…tobe..?"
"My cousin." These words were dry, even as his actions were jerky. "I grew up with her."
As her mistake dawned on her, her skin paled and her eyes widened. "Oh."
He snorted. "Yes, oh." Leaning over her, Atobe's fingers grasped An's chin. "Have you learned your lesson then?"
Her cheeks puffed out and her eyes snapped. "I will apologize for not asking you, but not for being mad over what I assumed. How was I supposed to know that she was your cousin?"
"Ah dear An-chan," reverting to the affectionate, more familiar title was easy and relaxed her some. "Haven't I always told you that your temper would get you into trouble?" And then he kissed her, cutting off any response she had.
When he pulled away he was smirking. "You're forgiven."
"Wha-"
"Come, now. Let's leave Seigaku alone to do whatever losers do alone." He grasped her hand with his, dragging her away.
Momo was left sputtering by himself.