It took a few days before Kuwabara got a chance to talk to Sakura alone. He didn't want to make his confession in front of her friends, and did girls have any idea how intimidating it was when they traveled in packs?
But finally he caught her alone in the hallway one morning. "Um, Tsukimori?" he asked.
She seemed surprised that he'd spoken to her. "Yes?"
He blushed when she looked up at him, and he had to swallow several times before he could force the words out. "I, um, just wanted to tell you, that, um, I, I really like you!" he finished in a rush.
Her eyes widened even more, and she exclaimed, "Ew! I'd never like you!"
Kuwabara gaped at her, too shocked to feel hurt by her instant rejection. "Why?"
She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I'm waiting for my prince to come for me! You're just an ugly punk; nowhere near prince material." Every word was like a knife to his heart; he'd known she might reject him, but he hadn't expected this.
Sakura turned on her heel and walked away, leaving in the hall to nurse his wounds. Tears blurred his eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to run home to his father. But he couldn't do that, because his father wouldn't be home right now, and he'd only get in trouble for skipping school.
"Told you she'd never like you."
Kuwabara turned around in horror. Urameshi! He had seen everything! "Sh-shut up, Urameshi!" Kuwabara snapped.
Urameshi smirked at him. "Why should I? I was right. She turned you down flat."
Hurt and angry, Kuwabara punched Urameshi with all his strength, and soon they were rolling on the floor, wailing on each other, headless of the shouts of their schoolmates and teachers.
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