Hello everyone! Here's the third chapter and the reason why Usui took Monica's hand (for those of you who I didn't send it)
"Usui... you know that there is so much other things to do other than to write this biology reaport" Monica whispered to him, trying to sound alluring.
"I know, but earlier it's finish, earlier we can do something else" He replied boringly, referring to the moment where he'll see his dearest maid.
"I see, when you said "we"..." She said naughtily as she took his hand.
"I meant a separated "we"... " He stated and loosened the hold of her hand, his eyes still rivited on the screen of his laptop.
"You are no fun" She pouted, insulted. Seeing that he was ignoring her, more interested in writting their reaport, she decided to be more serious.
"Hey! You can't write that, I don't even know what it means" She snapped as she pointed a word.
"Metacarpal bones? It's not that important"
"And if the teacher asks me questions about this topic when he'll received our reaport? I'll look like a dumb "
Usui tried not to laugh at her last sentence because she was clearly not the smartest.
" Metacarpal bones are hands bones" He explained.
She looked at her hands,
"Okay and where exactly?" She asked, seeming to be interested.
He paused the writing process, deciding that she won't shut up until he will give her a proper explanation.
"Give me your hand" He heavily sighed, hoping for the moment when he will be free from this assigment and free to tease a certain raven girl who was constantly invading his mind.
"Because I like you"
Those were the words she said.
Not thinking twice.
She wanted to take them back but it was definitely too late judging by the astonish look on Takashi's face.
She found herself pushed on the lockers, not so gently.
"More than him?" He asked, gazing furtively at the classroom.
She first stayed surprised by his question but realized what he meant.
She wanted to shout at him yes,
That she had no feelings for this stupid alien,
That she hates him.
Because, in fact, she does hate him.
She hates the way he made her feel around him,
She hates the way he had played with her feelings,
She hates the way it hurts when he's with another girl,
But above all of this…
She hates the way he had made her slowly fell for him, a little more each day.
She wanted to answer yes, but it stuck in her throat.
She looked down, ashamed.
He distanced himself from her, hiding his gaze behind his locks.
"Don't say those thing when you don't mean it" He hissed.
And the next thing she knew he was gone.
She examined the constant rotation of the fan above her, resting on her bed.
But it was just an excuse to keep her from slamming her head repeatedly on the walls.
The last image of Takashi appeared in her head: disillusioned and hopeless.
The same exact face she must had every time she saw Usui acting suspicious with another girl.
She was not better than him: raising someone's hopes and immediately crushed them.
How could have she been so stupid to say that to his lab partner when she couldn't even admit it to the person she truly cares about?
Maybe it's because she meant it.
She really does like him.
It has been more than 1 year that they are lab partners, and he never let her down.
Compared to someone else.
He never did something that made her doubt about his true intentions,
Compared to someone else.
But her heartbeat never increased at the sight of him,
Compared to someone else.
The memory of Usui holding Monica's hand invaded her mind.
She suddenly got up and adopted a sitting position on her bed, feeling a little dizzy from the rotation of the fan.
She took her biology book and felt a sudden urge to study, something she had failed to do earlier.
It was difficult and displeasing and the more she memorized the human body's bones, the more she wondered how a girl like Monica could stay in Biology, a subject where the memorization is the key to the success.
Judging by the degree of her intelligence, it's no wonder she decided to opt for the easy way and slept with their teacher to have good grades.
She remembered the day where Usui had been forced to be paired with her: it was probably a strategy from their teacher to pair her favorite student with the smartest student to make her good grades less suspicious.
She turned the page and looked at the scheme of the skeleton's hand but, once again, the memory of those two holding each other hands found a way to mess up her so-productive time of study.
But she couldn't take her eyes off from the scheme, suddenly remembering Usui and Monica's topic for their biology research: Impact of the hand's articulation.
She examined the names of the hand's bone and determined that it was really improbable for Monica to know what it means.
What if…
She was now on her feet, looking at the clock:
1:00 AM
But the next thing she knew was that she was knocking on Usui's door, careless about the late hour.
It if there was a thin chance that he had acted this way with her within the framework of their research, she had to take the risk even if she will look desperate.
But she won't look desperate neither she will look like a jealous friend.
Because she will look like a normal friend who have normals questions about a biology problem.
And she'll just have to bring the discussion, in a total normal way, to Monica.
Yeah, that was her marvelous plan.
And, hopefully, it would work if that stupid Usui would deign to open the door, she convinced herself.
As her knocks on the door became louder and louder, the idea of him sleeping crossed her mind.
She stopped, the doorknob in her palms.
At this moment, every normal person would have considered the idea to turn away and come back in the morning.
But Misaki was every thing but normal.
She tried to open the door, thinking innocently that it wasn't locked.
And, unexpectedly, it was unlocked.
No wonder since it was Usui who was sleeping in this room. He could fight every person who would try to attack him.
She walked in and saw him sleeping (to her biggest surprise). She prepared herself to leave, suddenly understanding the weird idea of her waking him up, when she heard the sound of the shower.
How can he be at two places at the same time?
She came closer to his bed, the darkness messing up her vision.
But her footsteps became an automatism the second she understood that it wasn't Usui.
Her head pounded in disbelief at the sight of the fake brown-skinned girl, sleeping nude in his bed.
She turned around and searched blindly for the exit, stumbling awkwardly against the walls.
She managed to find the door and left, leaving all the trust she had once for him scattered on his bedroom's floor.
She walked weakly across the hallways, lead by her shaky legs to a place unknown from her mind.
Because her mind was a mess right now.
But not as much as her chest in which was locked her painful heart.
She clenched her shirt, trying to sooth the intense pain.
Her feet stopped to walk and her hand knocked three times on a certain door, revealing a sleepy and stunned Takashi behind it.
"What are y-" He began to say but was immediately cut.
Misaki took his face between her palms and crushed her lips against his eagerly while she closed the door behind her. She jumped in his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. He had to hold her against the wall in order to not drop her.
"Why are y-" But was once again cut off by the sensual pressure of her lips.
She pushed him on his bed, taking off her shirt in the process. She leaned down on him as she trailed her lips up her neck, to end up somewhere near his ear.
"About what I said earlier, I really meant it" She gasped as she unbuttoned his shirt.
He took her hands and pinned her down on the bed.
"And Usui?" He whispered, showing the same uncertain face he got this morning.
"I gave up" She simply stated, ignoring the pain in her chest.
He smiled and bent down to continue what they were doing. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth, which she immediately accepted. As their kisses grew wilder and stronger, she found herself under the covers, his belt in her hands.
But as hard as she could close her eyes, the image of the blond guy never left her mind during that night.
She decided to toss away the regrets because she was the one who chose the solution that will prevent any future pain. She had chosen the one who likes her over the one she likes.
Because if one day he'll wake up and realized how much he loves her, she'll be waking up beside the one who already knew it…
Don't hate me!
So is this again a misunderstanding? Or Usui is really a coward? And will she really be able to live with this action and save herself from all the regrets? Hahahah find out by writing a review (it's scientifically approved)
Midterms exams + project to write the fourth chapter = after the midterms
Midterms exams + project to write the fourth chapter + reviews = not after the midterms ;)
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