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Secret Thirteen

Secret Number Thirteen: When someone or something makes me upset, I don't get over it.

I can hold a grudge like you've never seen.

After school, I threw my backpack across my room, not caring where it landed, what it broke, or how much homework I had. I was desperately trying to clear my head of everything that had happened since Sensei first announced that we were starting dance unit. It was kind of like one of those times where you want to crawl under a rock and never crawl back out.

I was sitting on my bed absentmindedly stroking the hair on my Teddy bear's nose when I heard a tapping sound. My back porch bedroom has windows that line all of the walls, and a lot of times birds end up flying into them, so I ignored it for a little bit until the tapping became pounding and yelling and shaking of the doorknob, and most birds can't do that. I looked up and saw who it was.

Tomo and Fuku, with Yuki timidly behind them.

I threw my teddy bear aside and it fell among all of the other crap that covered the floor. I unlocked the door and Tomo flung it open like an ass. The three of them piled inside without a word.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, sitting back down on my bed. I hadn't even noticed that my face was wet from crying.

"We've come to save you!" Tomo decided, throwing a grocery bag on my bed.

"From what?" I snapped, not even looking at the bag.

"Presentations are tomorrow, and if you don't dance, frankly… we're screwed," Fuku decided. It sounded kind of funny when he said it.

"Nothing you say or do can change my mind," I crossed my arms, shooting a vicious look at Yuki, who looked either embarrassed or ashamed.

Or both.

"Have you forgotten?" Yuki asked quietly.

"Probably. Forgotten what?"

Tomo pointed to the grocery bag. "You know… our plan to do the exact opposite of Makato and Sari?"

I looked in the bag.

"You…"

In the bag was the smallest black piece of fabric attempting to be a skirt and the skimpiest and lowest cut tank top I had ever seen. "I thought—"

"We changed it a bit… well… yours," Fuku told me.

"You went out and bought this so I could look like a slut!?" I screamed, staring directly at Yuki.

"It wasn't my idea!" he exclaimed, blush creeping up his face. "It was Tomo!"

That perv. I glared at Tomo.

"What? They're my sister's," he blushed. I wondered if his sister was a whore.

Why was I wondering? These clothes weren't even suitable underwear.

Ugh.

"I am not wearing that. It's disgusting," I said, throwing it off of my bed. "And I'm not dancing either!"

The three of them looked defeated, until Yuki's face lit up. "Tomo-san… Fuku-san… can you wait outside for a minute?" he asked them, and with no other choice, they trotted out the door.

"Go away," I barked, moving onto the floor with my back to him. "I'm not in the mood to talk to you."

"Could you just listen then?"

I sighed and didn't respond.

"Well… I… Eri, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've tried to be so pushy, I'm sorry I invaded your personal space, and I'm sorry you're upset."

"I'm not upset," I lied.

There goes my bad acting again.

"Yes, you are," he sat down next to me and I moved away.

We both sighed.

"How are things? I mean, with your family?" he decided to ask after a while. Sigh.

"My brother's fine, I'm okay with my mom, and I just now found out that my dad's dead," I coughed. "And now he's never coming home. It's impossible. And this whole time I've been dancing and hoping for no god damn reason."

"I'm really sorry," he said, and he might've meant it. "Well… that damn Kyo… he told Shigure that you found out about the curse."

Oh crap. "And?"

"Akito wants to erase your memory."

My eyes widened. "Can he do that?"

"Akito can do whatever he wants."

I would be sad to forget… wait, shut up! You're supposed to be mad at him! "He would make me forget everything I know about you?" I asked, and he nodded. We made eye contact.

"I guess… it would be better that way. I mean, if you forgot that we were ever 'dating'…"

"But… I…"

I don't want to forget!

"I…"

Please! Don't make me!

"I love you!" I shrieked, and covered my mouth. Yuki just smiled that sad smile of his.

"I'm very happy that you feel the same way I do," he said, kissing me on the cheek. "But… Akito doesn't care. I think it'll be best if we go."

"Now?" I said, my eyes darting around the room for a piece of scrap paper.

"Yes," he stood and extended his hand to help me up. "And… you don't have to wear those clothes if you don't want to."

I just smiled to hold in my fear.

"Uhh… let me just go tell my brother that I'm leaving," I lied, and darted into the house.

I found a pad of paper and a pen in the kitchen and jotted down a note as quickly as I could. I ripped it off and shoved it in my pocket, then darted back to him.

"Ready," I said, and after we told Tomo and Fuku that we would be right back, I was walking into the biggest disaster of my life.

There are three chapters and an epilogue left.

Pizza time.