All I know
Naive
by
Numanife ( Kat )
A/N I'm glad people like my story!!! To be honest I've never been the biggest Ryoma fan, so I'm impressed.
It's been a week since people have been saying we are dating. He doesn't talk much, but he's a nice guy. I can tell. I haven't had those awful flashbacks (are they flashbacks?) the whole week. I think it's Ryoma, because I'm happiest around him. My parents seem happy with my improvement (that's how they worded it. I don't know what they mean, though)
I can't find my hair back, so I'm going to see Ryoma practice with my hair down. I don't ever do that, according to my mother. I always have it up in a ponytail. But now it's down and it feels weird. My crimson red hair was thick and straight until it hit the bottom, where it curled slightly. It made me seem girly and kinda weak. With the curl, it reached my chest and had a soft bounce to it. I shrugged it off, putting my glasses on, then slipped on a hoodie and shorts.
After getting all ready, I hopped onto my bike and rode towards Seigaku, which is twenty minutes away on bike.
!Ryoma's P.O.V.!
Momo's slightly annoying lie didn't bother me in the least.
"Come on, Ryoma, I'm doing you a favor. You like her, don't you? You should be happy!" Momo exclaims to me happily.
I peeked over at him. What good does it do? They forced her to think we were dating and 'madly' in love. That's not what I wanted. He's got a long way to go, "Made Made Dane..."
Momo flushed, but his face brightened when his new best friend came on her bike, looking different than usual. Her hair is down, it looks nice....
She ran over, waving enthusiastically. Momo patted her head and told her how cute looked with her hair down, which annoyed me a little. She came over to me and hugged me again, "Have fun at practice!" She smiles at me with insane excitement. I tried to smile a little and managed a compliment out before going to practice, trying to drain the (annoyingly) cute girl.
!Kyra's P.O.V!
Ryoma, though hides it, is a super sweet guy, and I get excited every time I see him. He makes me happy and that's all I care about. It sounds selfish, but I like him, even if it's unrequited. But it shouldn't (and I don't think is...) be. He glowed with pride as he played Kaidoh-senpai, making cocky and disrespectful remarks every now and again.
I feel strongly for him, so why, why is something not right here...
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Practice ended quickly and Ryoma bought me a ponta like usual (?). He looked at me, with his cold and unreadable expression plastered on his face.
"You know..." he muttered softly, which surprised me, because Ryoma doesn't really talk much, "It's not true..."
"What?" I looked him in shock, "What's not true?"
"This..." He paused, then continued, "We weren't dating before..." No, he's lying... No, he's not, I can tell. Then... Momo-chan lied, Eiji lied, everyone lied... to that mean... he doesn't like me? Is this unrequited feelings?... Did he lie, as well, when he said he liked me on the phone last night?
It felt like someone was burning my on the inside and replaced my lungs with fire. But I smiled, forcing back the mixed and confused thoughts," I get it. I'll go then..."
With that, I ran, I ran as fast and vigourisly as I could. I could hear Ryoma's voice, faintly, calling my name. Almost as if he was an angel, and if I turned back to hug him, he'd already be gone. My glasses slipped off my nose, falling onto concrete, but I kept running, running until I was standing in front of an empty alley. I turned my head, my happiness slashed out with the knife I call the truth, and felt a burning I hadn't felt since before me and Ryoma hung out all the time. My head burned in unision with my heart and the feelings in my hands were lost. The just fell limp. I heard the chuckles of three people.
The feelings in my hands regained, and the horrid memories were replaced by flashbacks before the accident (I think).
"Hey, it's Kyra. I don't want detention!" Momoshiro laughed at his joke. I rolled my eyes and went over to Ryoma.
"Please, teach me tennis," I spat. He looked at me after drinking some Ponta.
"Don't want to," He muttered.
I froze, "Come one! Please, for a classmate." I resorted to begging. My uncle really scared me last night when he told me if I didn't join a club, I'd get kicked off as the class president.
He took another drink and then looked at me, handing me his racket.
"What in blaises is this for!" I said rather loudly, not really knowing how to respond to his actions.
"Tennis, now, go do fifty swings." he muttered.I dropped my jaw.
He had to be joking. FIFTY swings! I don't even know how to swing! What's his problem.
"Made made dane," He muttered. Oh I hate him. I hate tennis! He's such a jerk!
I threw the racket to the ground, "Forget I even asked!"
Is that how we were before? Was that our relationship? I felt a cold chill and a different memory brushed past;
I went back into my classroom and sat down, pulling my book onto my desk. This is going to be a long year.
After classes, and went towards Tomoka-san and Ryuzaki-san. "Excuse me?"
Tomoka-san looked up from the GL magazine and smiles, "Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you could.... teach me some tennis..." I looked away and the whole room went quiet. I looked around and sighed, frowning slightly. "Forget it!" I said and left.
I don't need a tennis mentor. I'll do it myself.
I pulled the storage closet door open and pulled out a racket and ball. This shouldn't be too hard. I mean how hard is it to hit a ball back and forth.
I got to the back wall of the school and took a deep breath in. I hit the ball under hand and it bounced off this wall. I went to hit it again and missed.
Why am I doing this? Why do I care? I could be studying.
What's wrong with me? How could I be so mean, so cold... That's when it hit me, what Eiji said when I giggled;
"That's not normal..."
Why? Is that why they lied? So why? Why did Ryoma play along? Did he wish to toy with my feelings? Or take advantage of my weak appearance? Did he pretend to be sweet, did he pretend to care? Were Momo and Eiji really my best friends? ...
Why am I so naive...?