~Sorry for the delay, and for those that had read the previous third chapter. This is the official one, and I'm pretty satisfied with it!~
~Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.~

~~Chapter 3~~

Kirihara was now mad at me. Of course, I didn't know the exact reason why, but my guess is his pride was hurt.

As Kirihara's lips met mine, full of passion on his part, my eyes widened in surprise. Instinctively, my hand reacted and hit his face leaving a red handprint.

Jumping away wide-eyed, Kirihara yelled at me. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"We just met! It doesn't make sense at all what you just did!"

The glare he gave me was penetrating deep within and made me cringe. "No, you don't make sense. One second you are incredibly mean, then nice, then mean again!"

"Amazing, absolutely amazing! First off, I'm not mean, you are," I said. "Second off, this has nothing to do with what the real problem is. You kissed me and we have only known each other for a day! My reaction should have been expected!"

"Well, I thought that… it was just… um," a pause. Kirihara's eyes shifted to the ground as his cheeks reddened. "Never mind, forget it even happened!"

It was in that moment as he was speaking that I knew exactly what was wrong. Kirihara was just being a normal hormonal teenage boy. However, the moment I realized that he was already walking away. His thoughts were off in another world, his world.

Class hasn't started yet, and I'm already in my seat while a couple of my other classmates are shuffling in.

"Yumiko-chan," said a random classmate with a high pitch voice. "Did you enjoy your first day?"

Startled, I looked at her. "Um, yes, I did! It was quite… eventful. Thank you… um, I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

"Kasumi Kin," she said with a smile. Before I could say anything, though, my attention was averted towards the boy who entered the room. Kirihara. His expression was distant, lips muttering, and completely not paying attention to where he was going because he just ran into the wall. It was as if he was thinking about something deep, but in his case deep could mean tennis… or yesterday.

"Yumiko-chan?"

Kasumi's high pitch voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I realized a slight blush had come to tinge my cheeks.

"Yumiko-chan, are you all right?" asked Kasumi.

"Oh, I-I'm fine, Kasumi-chan," my voice lowers to a whisper only audible for me. "Just thinking about yesterday."

Her eyes looked at me as if she could see exactly what I was thinking. Kasumi must have known just how uncomfortable her stare was making me because she then looked at Kirihara… which was much worse. The tinge of blush earlier was now completely red and I pointed my head down at my desk to let my hair cover my face.

"Kirihara-kun," said Kasumi, getting his slight attention. "Are you alright? You seem a bit… out of sorts."

Kirihara's glazed eyes shifted to Kasumi and it seemed as if he wasn't truly seeing her until he forced himself to focus on her.

"What?"

Kasumi giggled. "I said 'Are you okay?'"

Taking a moment to process the question in his thoughts, Kirihara replied. "Yes… I'm okay."

However, a slight redness appeared on his face as well, only making my blush worse. I realize that every little detail of what just happened, the seeming out of sorts and constant blushing, is all because of yesterday. Yet, this may never have happened had Kirihara not kissed me in the first crossing his boundaries! We could have been friends by now, but his stupidity completely ruined everything.

Just stop looking at me! That girl, Yumiko Nami, is the cause of all of my embarrassment over the past day, and I just met her yesterday! First, I lose control of my anger and end up on top of her just as I'm about to punch her. Then, just when we seem like we might be friends, BOOM! I kiss her, ruining any possible friendship we could have had by now. Granted, that was my fault but she didn't have to slap me! Now it seems as if she has been talking to Goth girl Kasumi, causing her to ask me if I'm all right. Of course I'm not all right, but I wasn't going to let her know that! Besides, I'm not the one with the problem! Am I? Maybe… maybe I should talk to someone. Some wise… someone like Yukimura! I'll call him after school and---

"Kirihara-kun!" the teacher yelled.

"Hai!" Standing up suddenly, I realized I was completely spacing out.

"Recite to me what I just said."

"I-I'm sorry sensei, but I cannot," I say feeling embarrassed but play it off as if I don't care. Yes, I definitely need to talk to someone, and that someone definitely needs to be Yukimura. Hopefully he will have time to talk to me later.

-after school-

"Hello?" a voice finally said on the seventh ring. Waiting for Yukimura to answer was agonizing!

"Hello? Akaya-kun, please speak I have practice to attend," said Yukimura

"Oh, sorry Yukimura-buchou," I said. "I have a favor to ask of you, if you don't mind?"

"What is it, Akaya-kun?"

"Well, you see, there's this girl," starting hesitantly.

"A girl?" Yukimura's tone rose with interest, which only reminded me to be careful in case his sadistic tendencies decided to affect his advice.

"Yes, a girl. She recently has switched from Seigaku yesterday, and has done nothing but annoy me the moment she got here!" I paused. "I was hoping we could meet somewhere and I could, um, ask you… for… advice?" The last few words were harder to get out since I began doubting whether I should ask Yukimura or not, but by then it was already too late.

"I would be absolutely delighted, Akaya-kun! Does the coffee shop nearest your school after practice sound good? Make sure you end practice a little earlier so you have time to get there," then silence.

"Yukimura-buchou?" No answer. Great, he must have hung up leaving me no choice in the meeting place, but oh well. It was time for me to make sure practice had started anyways.

~I've started writing the fourth chapter, please tell me what you think! Criticism welcome!~ :)