Stabbing a Styrofoam cup with a gnawed chopstick really didn't give much help to my… overwhelming situation, but it is the only thing that my mind has allowed to register after seeing dozens of colorfully-colored bikini shorts being sold at the courtyard along with a package of my preferred-to-be-private pictures as a give-away.
I heard a shuffle behind me and assumed Natsume was fighting the urge to snicker as I was fighting the urge to pull my hair off. Thankfully, he decided for once to be a good friend and keep his cynical comments to himself.
And then I said something I had been craving to say since the first time my moments had been auctioned online.
"I'm going to get back at Hotaru Imai."
It was the weekend, and Hotaru had finally given it a rest and was lounging at her laboratory for a group project. He knew this because he had connections. NOT because he was a stalker. Because no matter how sanitary you think a room is, there are always holes and in between walls that a rat could get in.
I patted the little rodent on the head and told him secretly how to access the cheese stack in the kitchen before going back to contemplating.
Hotaru stopping her activities doesn't mean much for me. Because unlike her, I don't really have anything to go on to. She had her gizmos, her inventions and her ridiculous antics and my horrendously embarrassing tendencies… but I had nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero.
I sighed and turned on my bed. I went through her records. I interviewed her friends. But she was clean. So freaking clean someone can lick all over her.
Shit. That came out wrong.
I turned on another page in her record. That, I got through the help of Natsume. He seemed inclined to help after my bold declaration (and the fact that he could burn a couple of the school's documents could've been bribe enough) that I had no chance of resisting in pulling him in my instantaneous prank.
"What're you planning to do now?"
And that's why he is now reading his comic books in my room.
I turned over again and scowled. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to think of a way to scare the resident Ice Queen out of her skin?" I snapped. "It's not that easy, Natsume."
He scoffed and flipped on one page. "You're thinking too much. Just send a pack of bees to her lunch."
Hey now… that's not a bad idea…
A/N: How about that… I still couldn't get the habit of short chappies off of my system. Sigh… THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!!! –hugz-
