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Secret Three
Secret Number Three: My home life isn't too… good.
My dad left my mother with my brother and me a few years ago, and my mother lets her anger out on us. Mainly Chang, my older brother. I live on the enclosed back porch of my house and Chang in the basement, mostly because they're the farthest places away from mom.
Most of the time.
In my back porch bedroom, I dropped my backpack on one of the old couches. Thankfully, Yuki wasn't in any of my afternoon classes and I didn't have to see him after the whole dancing-at-lunch thing.
The rock incident.
The dancing-at-lunch thing.
It made me wonder if this kid was… following me?
A chill went down my spine.
I heard my mom yell something at Chang and turned my music on loudly so I could block it out. Putting on my ballet shoes, I tried to forget everything through my dance.
But I kept stumbling and was still aware of my surroundings. I couldn't concentrate on just one thing.
Why was I so distracted?
I lay down on my bed and covered my head with my pillow. I screamed and kicked my feet.
Why couldn't I stop thinking of him?
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"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not doing that dance!"
"Oh shut up, Tomo. Just 'cause you're not coordinated doesn't mean we have to stop the world."
Tomo glared a hole through Makato's head.
"Okay, we'll go through it again," Sari sighed, "So we can show you how to do it the right way. 5, 6, 7, 8…"
"I'M NOT DOING THAT DANCE!" Tomo bellowed before the music could start.
"OH SHUT UP!" Makato screamed back.
"Hey, hey! No screaming!" Sensei scolded them, rushing over to our section of the gym. Makato gave Tomo the most evil look I've ever seen. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Tomo here won't do the dance we've planned, Sensei! And nobody else besides me and Makato are doing anything!" Sari whined, trying to make it look like it was our fault we wouldn't do the dance.
Who would?
"Tomo, why don't you want to do the dance?" Sensei asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Have you seen they're dance? It's a girly dance and I'm not doing it! Nobody else likes it besides them two, Sensei!" Tomo argued.
Yes, Tomo-san. Thank you.
"How do you know nobody else likes it? Fuku, Eri, Yuki, do you like the dance?" Sensei asked. All three of us crossed our arms and shook our heads simultaneously. It would've been humorous if Sari and Makato weren't trying to kill me with they're mascara-covered eyes.
Out of nowhere, Makato lunged at me and grabbed my shoulders to shove me against the wall, a stream of colorful words spewing from her lips. She put up a real fight as Sensei tried to pull her off of me, I tried to fight back, and Yuki tried to pull me away from her.
Okay, I disagreed with her dance, but so did everyone else. Why was she singling me out? I hadn't even said anything.
Big surprise.
Sensei took Makato into the locker room to cool down and Sari followed, throwing eye daggers at me.
"I'm sorry, but I was not going to do that girl dance," Tomo sighed, shaking his head.
"Nor was I," Fuku agreed.
"Well, it's Friday and we have nothing done… so maybe we should meet at somebody's house?" Yuki suggested.
"We could go to mine."
The three guys stared at me open-mouthed and even I couldn't believe I had just said that. "Are you sure?" Tomo asked like he actually cared.
"Your mother won't care if you have three guys over?" Fuku put in.
Oh crap.
My mother.
"Uh… she works on Saturdays… so she won't be home. Yeah. It's fine."
Ah crap!
The bell rang and I tried to get away as fast as possible, but Yuki stopped me. "Um… what are you doing tonight?" He asked shyly.
My eyes widened as I racked my brain for an excuse. "Nothing," was all I could come up with.
"Do you… want to hang out?"
"Like a date?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
"Well… sort of… yeah…"
"But… you don't know anything about me," I snapped, sounding bitchier than intended. I covered my mouth, but he didn't seem to notice. His eyes were fixed on the floor as if it were the most interesting thing he had seen all day.
"We could… just go as friends?" he suggested. I didn't reply. "See you… at 7:00? At… Ramen Co…?" he asked.
Oh what could it hurt? I asked myself, but my other side was trying to make me say no.
"Alright," I mumbled, cursing myself for falling into his trap. He looked up like he was happy that I accepted. "As friends."
"For now. Hopefully," he mumbled so I could barely hear him.
I walked away, cursing myself once again.
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Ah yes. Very short. Such a mess our little Eri has gotten herself into, eh? What will she do?
Guess you gotta stick around, huh?
Brenna
+The Girly Man+