Chapter 8:
"I am very disappointed." The principal was saying. I sat in a very uncomfortable chair and stared at the floor. Unfortunately, our principal fell for Sira's act hook-line-and-sinker.
"It's not my fault." I said quietly, "She started it."
"Is that so? I have eye-witnesses confirming that you hit her into a table."
I chuckled, "She had it coming-"
"I don't care! What I do care about is that fact that you hurt a student! This is so unlike you, Yuriko!" he was saying in a stern voice, "I would expect this kind of behavior from Yuske Urameshi, not you."
"So you're saying that I'm like Yuske?" I said annoyed, "Yuske Urameshi is the one person I would never compare myself to, and the fact that you did really insults me!"
"Watch your tone." My mother said entering the room.
"He just accused me of being like Yuske!"
"Urameshi?" my mom asked.
"So you know the boy?" the principal asked.
"He's our neighbor." I muttered as my mother took over.
"You compared her to Yuske Urameshi? That is not fair, sir, because I have seen what that boy is like, and I guarantee that my daughter is not like him in the least!"
"I under stand that Mrs. Miyazaku, but-"
"It's Miss. Miss Miyazaku, my husband died a year ago." She corrected with a hint of attitude.
"Oh… do you think that this would explain her behavior?"
"Her behavior? Good sir, she has told me about this girl and I quite agree with her actions." My mother said crossing her arms, "Although I think that she had it coming to her, I want to address my daughter's tone."
In my head I was cheering until that last part. My tone? Oh boy.
"Indeed." He said shining an evil grin at me.
"Yuriko has some anger issues," my mother started, "which she hasn't been enabled to get out in a constructive way."
"Which is no fault of the school's, madam, we offer after-school activities like boxing and football."
"And I want my daughter to join a team of some sort."
"MOM!" I exclaimed.
She smiled at me in the 'shut-up-I'm-doing-this-for-you' way that all mother's can.
"I don't think that's possible." The principal looked panicked.
"Why not? What about the football team? She knows how to play, and I've seen her play that game better than any boy."
"Well… erm-"
"No! Absolutely not!" I shouted, "I don't want anything to do with that damned team!"
"Yuriko!" my mother hissed.
"You wanna know why I punched her out? Because she was making me feel like crap, just because I'd dumped Hiei."
"That gave you no right to hit her though." The principal said.
"Hit her? Do you see these scratches? Guess who gave them to me… yeah. Sira did." I pointed out angrily.
"I told you to watch your tone." My mother said darkly.
"Miss Miyazaku, is it possible that she just serves detention?" the principal said sensing the tension.
"That'll be fine." She said glaring at me the whole time.
During the car ride home…
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GOT INTO A FIGHT!" my mother was shouting.
I sat there, wishing that I were still in that Biology classroom having Sira claw at me. I had no regrets for hitting her, but I hated having my mother yell at me.
"AND COULDN'T YOU OF HAD THE DECENCY TO TELL ME THAT YOU AND HIEI BROKE UP! WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING HONEST WITH ME?" she asked.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly, tears forming in my eyes.
The car slowed and she pulled off to the side. I was bawling.
"Mom! I'm really sorry… he was just being a really big jerk and I was mad, and I do stupid things when I'm mad and-" I started.
"Honey," she said caringly, "don't ever think that what you did was a mistake."
"But I still like him…" I said tears slowing to a trickle down my cheeks.
"Honey, it'll be okay," she said reaching over the gear-shift and hugging me, "but you still shouldn't have hit her."
"I know." I said solemnly.
"But I would have loved to see that look on her face when you punched her out!" my mother said smiling.
"Am I grounded?" I asked.
"Oh yeah." She said resuming driving, "after you go to the game tonight and face Hiei."
"Face Hiei?"
"You have to talk to him."
"But he won't let me… I just know it."
"So? Shout at him until he does. You say that you still like him, but what are you going to do about it?"
"I wrote a note."
"That's a start."
"But I don't want to nudge him… any talking will be started by him." I said firmly.
"Good job." She said smiling.
She pulled into the spot that was ours after we went grocery shopping, and we got out. Yuske's front door was open and I saw a girl with blue hair talking to him. The conversation was somewhat muffled, but I heard plenty.
"Yuske, she still likes him." She said.
"Yeah well, he's being an idiot right now. He ran out of school today after seeing her."
"Poor dear." The blue-haired girl said.
"No, Hiei's such an idiot for doing that!"
"Doing what?"
Had he just said Hiei? Were they talking about me?
"For becoming such an idiot that she dumped him." He said, "I know her more than she thinks. Yuriko has standards and the most patience I have ever seen."
"Do you like her?"
"GOD, no!" he exclaimed, "But anyway, how was 'operation: bathroom'?"
Bathroom?
"The poor girl is really hurting, I became the lady outside the bathroom and she told me everything when her friend left to get something."
It was her! I slowly edged towards the door with my bag full of groceries and tried to catch more of the conversation, but my bags fells and the door opened to reveal me trying to get them back.
They both stared.
"Umm… hi?" I said.