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Chapter 5

The week after we were assigned to do a project in pairs I am still trying to avoid the blonde boy. However, my wishes almost never come true: he is everywhere and there is no much I can do about it. It doesn´t matter that I want really badly to escape from him, he finds me. This last thing, I learned from the hard way.

Dancing is, usually, what relaxes me; nonetheless all the stress I´ve accumulate is so much that I want to scream with all my might. So, when I see the cause of my headaches, I take my things with me and get out as my life depended on it, even though I haven´t change my dance-clothes. Once out, I realize rain is falling. I stand, a little defeated, watching the drops as they go down. At least the sound they make calms me. I wouldn´t mind so much to walk with this weather, but I don´t think it is reasonable.

-You´ve always liked watching the rain as it falls.

Yeah… remember what I say about calming me, forget it.

-You are going to keep on ignoring me?

Yes, if it is possible for ever. I was doing a good job until the pairs project. Just my luck. I don´t want to have you near neither having you remembering things about me. Don´t do it, you don´t have the right to.

-You know, we have to do the project. I won´t do it on my own.

I sight heavily. I don´t want to accept it, but he is right. Work is work, plus I can´t let my emotions take the wheel. I spin around and the words I was going to say get stuck in my throat. He is too close. My first impulse is to run away as fast as I can, but my will is srong enough to repress it.

-Is it good in my house, tomorrow after classes?- He asks taking a step back.

In his house? I suffer a little panic attack. He lives with his mother, but she is hardly at home, which means that is more probable for us to be alone there. I concentrate in my respiration. Inhale and exhale, Kari, inhale and exhale.

-It would be better to do it in the library.- I try to sound sure of myself.

I see doubt in his eyes and I know he wants to ask something, but he regrets it and doesn´t. Better for me.

-Ok.

For me, the conversation is over, so I turn around once more to watch the rain and to wait for him to leave. When I was younger, I watched it through my window, so beautiful, so distant…

-If you keep ignoring me,- says a voice at my back, my muscles tense involuntarily- you will see me more often. No delay the inevitable.

After he said that, he goes in the gym again. I know because I hear his steps get away. I stay a while longer just to be sure.

When I was younger, I watched it through my window, so beautiful, so distant. I did, until the day you took me outside. Do you remember? I do, I can´t forget, even if I want to.

-Bingo!- Shouts my friend.- My favorite!

I am sitting under a tree with Yolei, it is recess time.

-They say that "the Teenage Wolves" are going to play in a local bar, here in Odaiba.- She says excitedly.- I didn´t know that Matt had come back to town.

I don´t need to say out loud that I have been evading the guy regardless of his "warnings". I have try, in vain, avoiding him. He apears indirectly in my conversations! This is enough.

-The other day we saw him in a café.- I tell her with a small smile.

I don´t tell her about the part where his brother comes into the picture.

-We!? With whom you went?

I denied with my head. I don´t doubt that, right now, she is creating in her mind an incredible love story of two lovers who hid their love. So, before this gets out of control, I decide to cut her illusions now telling her the truth:

-I went with Tai.

Her eyes loose that sparkle of emotion when she mourns her new love story with a "aw", but it does not last long, in a matter of seconds a funny expression appears in her face.

-I bet that the other clients were in shock after seen them together.

I laugh at the memory of the flirty waitress´ face.

-If you have only been there…

Out of the blue, all my laughter dies at the sight of what is almost in front of me, and let me tell you it wasn't Yolei. Kari, stop looking. It is not your business. Look the other way. Now!

-I don't think they put that nauseous expression.

I change of focus rapidly. However, because of my luck, she realizes what make me stare seconds before. I eat my food as there is no tomorrow.

-Ew,- she complains- do they have to go around school giving this kind of spectacles all the time? It seems like she is going to eat his face. So gross!

I clean myself with a napkin, put the food aside and look at the sky.

-Hey, is it me or I am seen them more than usual?

I almost growl. I close my eyes without moving my head upright again. She did realize, I was hoping she didn't. The thing is bothering the most of her question is the word "them". Let's keep it real, he is the stalker (there is no other word), not the blonde girl.

-Kari!

I open one eye. The disgust in the face of the girl sited near me is so obvious it is the same as if she had taken out a neon lighted sign that says "get the hell out". As usual, the spiky haired boy doesn't take the hint and sits on my other side.

-Do they have to be always so public?- He complains.

He is, or used to be, very reserved, which is why I am very confused, since I am almost sure that if it was for him, he wouldn't lend himself for this type of public demonstrations. She is a complete different story. Blonde and French, it is so cliché that for a minute I wonder if she is real at all. Between her charisma and aspect (although I doubt that is the real color of her hair and her real character) she had the entire high school population in her pocket one week after her arrival.

-They can't keep it to themselves.

The sound of Yolei´s ringing phone interrupts me from eliminating the images I've just seen. I observe how she packs her things in an incredible speed and I realize that Daisuke has been watching me, weird, I haven't felt him do that. She stands.

-I have to go.- Says my friend righting her red backback strips on her shoulders.

I've never seen her this worked up, except one time… I lift my eyebrows as a question. The spiky haired boy says "cool", then he lays on top of the grass with his hands supporting his head. She rolls her eyes and smirks. I wonder if she is in her right mind and hope that she knows what she is doing.

-They are everywhere.- Indicates the heir of the goggles with a finger the general direction where the pair of blondes is, after the girl of the glasses is gone.

If he has taken a hint, it means that the other one is extremely obvious. It frustrates me. He snicker at my reaction.

-If you keep ignoring him, you will see him more.

If looks could kill, he would be six feet under. He puts his hands up in surrender.

-It is just an observation.

Since when he notice so much something that has nothing to do with him? He shrug as an answer to my non spoken question.

-What do you mean?- I ask tiredly, biting the bait.

He sits crossing his legs Indian style, his back very straight and looks me in the eye. I look back at him.

-Don't run away,- I look at him as if he had finally lost it- don't treat him differently.

But I don't want to be near him and he does not deserve to be treated as a normal person. Although … maybe… don't treat him differently. That way he will think he doesn't matter to me…

-You are a genius!

This is it. This is the time we established to meet. Nothing. I am in the school's library siting, waiting. I am here for a long time now. If he is not here in two minutes, I'll go. I had taken the advice of the spiky haired boy, I calculated well time so I could be here on schedule. On the other hand, it seems I won't get any help anytime soon.

I play with my fingers on the wooden table. Some students look up at the noise and send me nasty looks. I stop immediately. He is not coming. I take my bag and was about to get out when something catches my eye. I am getting out of here, just after I satisfy my curiosity by going into the "science fiction" section. W hen I was younger, Tai told us marvelous histories (I still haven't figure out where he took out them). Something inside me pushes me forward, towards the titles of the books of the section, so I follow my instinct.

I walk slowly in between the two wooden bookcases. I encounter in front of me the character that had accompanied me a lot during my childhood: the boy whose eyes lighted up like a child on Christmas morning looking at his presents, the difference was that his eyes shone when he had a fascinating book in his hands. I don't want to break the illusion I'm seen, this is the reason why I stand still mute, just watching.

I should had got of there when I had the chance, I think to myself when I liberate the prisoner from my gaze from. Those same eyes again. I find them gazing at me before he looks back to his book. He seems embarrassed as if that was a private moment and I interrupted rudely. Well, life isn't fair. I learned that, it is time you have its share too. He closes the book, which title I recognize easily since it is the same story I ask for Tai to read over and over again, and he puts it back carefully.

-I was waiting for you.

Immediately, I regret my chose of words. He looks at me with those blue eyes of his in a way I don't know what to make of it. Or don't want to know the real meaning.

I turn around and lead the way. We walk in silence to the table I was at minutes before and when we are there, we sit in front of one another. In an unspoken agreement, each of us gets a book and starts the part of the project we assigned. That is how time flew by: with no words between us. However, the spell could not last forever.

-So, here you are.

Great, we are now complete, let's begin the love fest. Now, for real, I firmly believe that Tai got all the luck leaving me with nothing.

-I told you I was going to do homework.- He responds very calmly.

She brushes her long blonde curls with her hand while she looks at him under her long eyelashes. I want to roll my eyes, but I don't. I don't want to be that obvious.

-You didn't say where.- She points out with a exaggerate pout.

I hope they don't go all "honey-buu" right in front of me. If they do, I swear I'll throw up on them or throw them a book to their faces. But, maybe, getting out of there will be the most sensible option. I don't want to be a witness of that.

-I didn't thought it was necessary.

Oh, don´t. Don't start your silly almost-perfect-boyfriend/girlfriend fight. It is so cliché. Are you for real, you can't figure something more innovative? We don't want to hear you. She looks at him with pretended lovely-light-anger. He looks at her bored. Students look at them, waiting for something to happen. I put inside my bag my things as quietly as I can.

-What are you doing?- He asks me.

What does it looks like?

-I'm leaving, is clear we are not going to do much.- She smiles at him, but the other blonde doesn't take his gaze away from me.- We will continue another day.

A/N: thanks for reading!