I do not own digimon.

Chapter 2

My cellphone´s screen brightens half of my dark room. I read.

You´ll regreat it

I´m not as antisocial as some people may think, I don´t run away from parties or any social gathering by instance. This was an exception.

The thing is that I really don´t like jocks and this party was going to be full- and by that I mean that out of 10 people attending 9 were probably jocks- of them. I kind of like watching all sports matches, from football to tennis. Really, I´ve got nothing against sports. What I despise is that most of the jocks are brainless or pretend to be. And to tell the truth I don´t know which one I detest more.

Have double fun. For me

Tai was never like that and it was obvious, that was the reason why he was so admired. Well, he is still admired. It´s just that few people remember this and think that just because they are part of a sports team they are royalty or something; that they can do whatever they want.

I sight, and then I let myself fall backwards on the bed to take a better look of the celling.

My phone vibrates which means that it´s received a message, it´s probably Yolei again.

You aren´t at the party.

I sit, with a furrow brow I realize that it´s not her.

True

After some seconds, it vibrates.

I wasn´t planning it

AKA he did.

You change your mind

I fall back on my bed.

Cheerleaders

I have to read the message about three times to get what he is trying to tell me. When, I get it, I laugh. He is the only one that can think of an answer like this.

Something to share?

Curiosity gets the best of me.

Nothing you want to know

I will not like this at all.

Spill

I wait a couple of minutes until I receive his text.

The golden couple is giving a show

Curiosity killed the cat.

It´s just a façade

Confirm what I say.

I don´t think so

I cover my face with my right forearm, while my left hand holds my phone. I sight and write back.

She does his homework and he gives her popularity. Nothing romantic

The whole school knows that.

From here it looks like a GOOD business

I turn so I´m facing down. I chew my pillow and close my eyes to stop the tears.

I´ll sleep. Have fun

I was about to turn off my phone when his reply makes it vibrate.

See ya

I know you think that I´m melodramatic but let me tell you one thing: my high school's jocks are great- in what they play- but that's it. I can accept there are some exceptions, although I can count those with one hand.

I wake up as if I had gone to that stupid party. My head and stomach hurt; the rest of my body is numb. I have not the sightless idea of how I´m supposed to go to school under these conditions.

I go- like an automat- to the bathroom. My reflect shows how I feel: horrible. I decide I should take a shower, maybe it´ll wash away what´s wrong. After some minutes I come out of the shower without looking at the mirror- which it, anyways, steamed.

Luckily there is a new rule in high school: uniforms, so that save me the pain of thinking now of what to wear. After dressing, I put my hair up in a ponytail. When I am ready I check my reflection. Something is missing… I smile at myself, good.

My breakfast: a glass of juice and an apple. I´m the only one in the apartment so it´s completely quiet, my parents go to work early and Tai is in college. I do not really like this silence, so I hurry to get out.

Once on the streets I notice the sun shining up in the blue sky. Yeah, the weather and I are so in sync. I decide that whatever´s happening can wait and that it won´t stop me from proving to everybody that I´ll keep my head up no matter what. A smile will always accompany me.

-Good morning- says Catherine Deneuve.

I dedicate her a sweet smile.

-Good morning.

-Hey, goldilocks!- Someone calls.

I was about to continue my way when a girl says "nice show yesterday", followed by a shy laughter- which it wasn´t, you know, shy. However interested that conversation might be (not), I hurried to my locker.

-Hey Kari.

I take the books I need for my first period and pack them carefully so they won't damage my camera.

-Hey.

I am used to take it everywhere. It´s kind of a hobby (photography): it relaxes me and it´s fun. Some people had told me that I´m really good, that I should be a professional in that area.

-So much emotion.- Complains my companion.

But studying photography would take all the fun out of it and all "hobby" means. That is why my mayor won´t be on that area.

-I´m full of emotion!- I dramatize closing the locker.

Playfully I hit his arm, he passes a hand over the same spot, we exchange looks and laugh.

-Come on or we´ll be late.- I point out the general direction of our first class.

When we enter together I feel someone´s eyes on me. I know who that someone is and that is why I won´t look back.

-Had fun?- I ask with a small smile as I sit in the chair next to his.

I admit it, I shouldn´t have asked. But here I am, totally unaware of the consequences that might stem from my words.

-A little.- He says stretching himself. I give him a look-the kind that says "bullshit". So the straighten himself.- Ok…- he moves his hands slowly- Yeah.- A pause.- It was awesome!- I simile at him.- You should have been there!

Yeah, right.

-Maybe next time.

Or the next, or after that, or never…

-I promise you won´t regret it!- He almost shouts taking my hands in his.

The thing is that I have gotten used to his antiques, probably because they remind me a little of Tai. That´s the reason why I let him near me, otherwise I would probably evade him like I do with the other jock, although sometimes I regret that decision because I want to run far away. Now I just smile.

He never notices. He doesn´t have to.

Again those eyes. Don´t look back Kari. Don´t you dare.

-Good morning class.

Stop it!

Daisuke releases me and lay back on his seat. Those same eyes stay on me for a moment longer, then, he releases me too. I sigh in relieve and pay attention to the teacher.

Thank you.

Ok… maybe "pay attention" isn´t accurate or maybe I was wrong on the term "to the teacher". The truth is that the voices- no, they are not on my head- I meant my classmates' voices that won´t stop talking about yesterday´s party.

I wish I could erase some things from my mind.

Some people.

I don´t want to know, stop. Please.

This is my torment.

A/N: Thank you for reading!