Chapter 4

That bastard.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to a match?!"

That Ryomashit.

"I did." He nonchalantly said.

Nonchalantly. How dare he.

"You didn't tell me that you were going to Gakino Gizaka Tennis Garden!"

I could imagine him lifting his eyebrow up at my tone, which basically translates into: 'So? it happened already. Why don't you just get over yourself and shut up.', or so I'd like to think.

"So, what happened?" I scooted over to my phone, ears leaning as close as possible to the one and only device that's still connecting him with me.

Let's just say, Ryoma suck as story-telling, cross that, this guy basically sucks at everything that has anything to do with social skills.

Heck, this guy summarized the whole 2 hours of his amazing experience into a not-so-amazing one with basically a words limit no max than 30.

"Was disqualified for coming in late, got the wrong directions. Then, a tennis match with a guy that sucks at tennis, I won."

What the heck. Where's the fun in that. "You know, you suck at story telling." I commented, hoping that someday, he would fix himself into a much better person in the future, preferably all of him. Yep, fixing all of him sounds good.

"Did you meet someone interesting?" I pushed at him, trying to get my excitement back.

"No."

"Heeehhh, boring." I pouted.

Seriously this guy, I feel sorry for Sakuno.

This guy doesn't even remember her name. Seriously, Ryoma is a disgrace to the entire male species. He makes bad names to them.

Don't worry Sakuno, I feel you.

I can punch him for you if you want.

"So, you lost the match, huh."Ha.

It was pin drop silent on the other side.

"Ahhh, don't worry! you losing is not something unusual!" I cheered, grinning madly at the phone.

"I was late." He justified himself.

"Still lost! Ha!"

I laughed

Him and his whole perfectionist issue.

School without Ryoma was more than disastrous.

I didnt have any friends, none at all.

Don't get me wrong though! I did try to make friends, its just that, well... let's just say it's not that easy to fit in for me.

It was so not my fault that I tripped on the first day of school, and had somehow managed to dump all my tomato-base soup on one of the most popular girl in my school! okay, maybe it was a mistake on my part!but come on, everybody makes mistake!

I had stuttered all the way through my apology, I bowed, like 27 times, threw tissue rolls at that girl with the intention to 'Help', and she snapped at me.

Sigh.

I've told Ryoma about my friendlessness and he, in return, told me about him having more friends that I could have ever had (he didn't actually say that), I secretly thinks that he was gloating, show-off.

But I was really glad that he has managed to tell me everything in detail.

At first, he was always being vague about it, but once I made it clear to him that I ain't hanging up with his halfhearted ass stories, he gave in.

He talked about the food he ate, Karupin, his dad always defeating him (he never really admits that but I know better), his club, the Inui juice (he described it as 'the worst'), school, his friends, club, and blablabla tennis-related subjects.

When it comes for my turn to talk, it was always about food, the weird random objects that I deemed as 'important', my parents being such a meanie, melons, and weather. Yep, weather.

Time went on really fast, it seems.

"Eeehh, you won the Kantou tournament?!"

What the heck! I freakin missed the finals! the awakening! and everything else before it!

"Mmm" He confirmed nonchalantly.

This guy, still trying to be all cool with his winning.

"You really didn't lose?" I asked, somehow disappointed.

"Oi." I could hear the irritation so clear in his tone.

Oops.

I laughed nervously, "Joking, Joking!"

Not really.

It's weird how he never, even once, complained about the struggling that he'd been through before the finals.

Well, actually, now that I think about it, he did complain I guess, in his own too-prideful weird way of complaining.

I remembered him sulking once throughout our entire phone calls, halfheartedly answering to my answers with a short "yes" and "no". When I tried to be a considerate human being and asked him what the heck was wrong with him, he mumbled a quiet "nothing", then he hanged up on me.

That bitch.

I called him like, 3 times before he finally answered my phone with an annoyed "what?"

I huffed, "So, did you lose?"

He didn't answer.

What a sore loser.

"You know, if I was there, I would have slapped you by now."

"..."

"What? No answer? Cat got your tongue?" I snickered.

"I'm hanging up." He finally said, his voice was calm and nonchalant, but I knew better.

He probably hated me at that time, heh, what a kid.

"Okayyy, you lost to your dad like all the time so what's the matter with one more loss anyway?"

It was silence on the other side, but I knew he was still halfheartedly listening to me, or maybe not, whatever.

"Seriously, Ryoma! Get over it and just win next time, you and I both know that that's what you always do anyway." I scoffed, "Your ego is, after all, as big as the rock in front of your house. You know, the one that would not break even if it had to? Yep, you are just as annoying and stubborn as that shit."

It was more silent before he finally hummed in... Is that amusement I heard in his voice?

Is he messing with me?

Here I was, insulting his arrogance, and he was amused, by my INSULT?

"Hey! Are you insulting me for insulting you now?!" I raged.

Damn him!

"Mada Mada Dane"

Click.

Did he just hang up on me?

Again?!

THAT ahgidiwhrcdwhk JERK!

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