"So, Sakura-senpai, we couldn't help but notice-" the twins begin to speak.
I cut them off. "This conversation is over. Leave me alone."
It's creepy how they always end up finding me. And when did they start calling me Sakura-senpai?
On my way down a hallway, Tamaki stops me in my tracks.
Crap.
"I don't understand something," he says.
What else is new?
"What's wrong?"
Why did I just ask that?
"I saw you and Kyoya dancing last night."
My face burns at the memory of running out on him. "So?"
"I'm no expert, but I recall that the last thing somebody is supposed to do while dancing is run away."
"Anxiety attack. Happens all the time. No big deal," I respond simply.
Why the hell am I saying stuff like this in front of somebody I barely know?!
For some dumbass reason, the next thing out of my mouth is, "Was he upset?"
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?!
Tamaki smiles and takes my hand in a friendly gesture. "I think he was a bit too worried about you to be upset. He does care about you. In fact, I don't think I've seen him care about something this much in a long time. Besides his family's company, of course."
For some reason, the colors of my cheeks have been out of control lately.
"Okay."
Okay? Okay? That's all I can think to say? OKAY?! THIS IS FAR FROM OKAY!
Tamaki laughs in a kind of way that makes me see why girls swoon over him, and then starts down the hall. He calls over his shoulder, "See you later, I suppose."
As I stare after him, Maemi apparently gets the idea to sneak up behind me.
"Hey, Sakura-senpai!" she calls.
"Crap!" What can I say? It's my instant, go-to word.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go ice-skating with a few friends and I later."
Crap. I forgot about the freezing temperatures outside.
"Whatever."
I really need to stop being so compliant.