After doing her morning routine, Haruka watched into the kitchen and watched Michiru cook breakfast. It wasn't long before the whiff of bacon and coffee hung in the apartment air. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall, smiling as she gazed at the aqua-haired goddess.
Michiru turned around and set a plate of bacon and eggs along with a bowl of toasted bread on the table. She noticed Haruka smiling at her, already dressed for school in a pair of blue jeans and a black dress shirt with the collar popped.
"What?"
Haruka grinned. "Nothing. Just wondering where my coffee was."
Michiru rolled her eyes. "Go get it yourself, you lazy bum."
Haruka chuckled and sat down at the table. "I'm hurt. This is the way you treat your sexy brother?"
Michiru raised her eyebrows as she poured a cup of coffee for the blonde. "Brother? Maybe. Sexy? No." She giggled at Haruka's shocked expression and placed the cup in front of her. She then poured a cup of orange juice for herself.
Haruka smirked. "Admit it, Michi. I'm the sexiest blonde you've ever met in your life."
"Hmm … I don't know … Channing Tatum's pretty sexy himself …" Michiru smiled slyly as she sat down and began drinking her orange juice.
Haruka wrinkled her nose. "Ew. Gross."
Michiru rolled her eyes. "And I suppose you think Angelina Jolie's gorgeous."
Nowhere near as gorgeous as you … Haruka smirked again. "Gorgeous? Michi, she's hot."
Michiru rolled her eyes once more.
A comfortable silence fell upon them as they began eating the delicious breakfast Michiru had prepared.
"Hey … Michi?"
"Yeah?"
"…. Are you really gonna break up with Michael?"
This time, there was an awkward pause.
Haruka mentally smacked herself in the head. You. Are. An. Idiot.
Michiru sighed and took another sip of her orange juice. "I don't know …"
Haruka waited for her to finish.
"Sometimes … it feels like he really does care … just sometimes … but it's those times that have me realize why I agreed to go out with him in the first place. Like, it's those moments that are precious to me. But, at the same time, I know I deserve better and that I should just leave. But every time I think that, he does something that makes me just … like him all over again."
Unconsciously, Haruka's hands clenched into fists. She stared at her lap and nearly growled, "So you're not gonna break up with him. Even after two years of his bullshit." It sounded more like a statement than a question this time.
Michiru didn't answer for a moment.
Haruka looked up and stared at Michiru in the eye. "So you're just gonna be with him forever, feeling neglected most of the time?"
The violinist stared at hands and said oh so quietly, "I don't know …"
Haruka closed her eyes and let out a bitter chuckle. "For someone with a 97 GPA, you sure are stupid."
Michiru looked up in shock. "Wha --?"
Haruka opened her eyes and stood up. Michiru stared at the tomboy and realized that rather than the playful and mischievous glint she usually saw in those green eyes, there was anger and … hurt?
"See you at school," Haruka muttered as she grabbed her backpack and left.
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I really don't know why I flipped out on Michiru like that.
I grabbed my hair and groaned in frustration. Seriously … why did I flip out on Michiru like that? I'm usually more self-controlled when it comes to emotions and feelings. I've loved her ever since we were both 13. Now, we're both 19… 6 years… 6 long years … and I've never flipped out when she dated other people. But with Michael …
Maybe it's because Michael's her longest relationship and she really does like him. The shitty thing is, he's only dating her because she's the most gorgeous girl in school. She deserves someone so much better. And I guess it made me really happy when she said she should end things with him.
Maybe that's why. She got my hopes up. She got me thinking that she'll finally end it with that asshole and then maybe, just maybe, I can be the one who can really love her.
But, this morning … when she admitted that she still has some sort of feelings for him, that was when everything just fell apart, just like when she told me she was dating him two years ago and that it was serious.
It's amazing how that girl can make me whole yet kill me at the same time …
"Tenoh-kun?"
Great. Another fan girl. Definitely the last thing I need right now.
I looked up to find this brown-haired, green-eyed girl staring at me with a worried expression. "Tenoh-kun?" she repeated.
"What?"
"Are you alright?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" Yeah, I know, I'm being really rude here but hey, she caught me on a really bad day.
"Umm …" she swayed a bit in a nervous manner. "You're kind of crying …"
I was what?
I touched my cheeks and sure enough, I felt wet tears running down my face.
Fuck …
I attempted a smile and rubbed my eyes. "Don't worry about it. Something was just in my eye …"
"Oh … well, that's good then!" the girl smiled and blushed as she walked away.
I can't believe it. I was crying?
God, I'm pathetic …
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Am I really that dumb?
I clenched onto my theory book and pulled it tightly to my chest. It hurts … Haruka was never angry at me before. She never called me stupid. She never did anything like that …
It was so scary, seeing that expression on her face, that expression directed towards me. That anger in her eyes … and hurt … but what could she possibly be hurt about?
It doesn't matter … I just want Haruka to look at me with a smile in her eyes again …
She must really hate Michael …
"Michiru!"
I turned around to find Michael walking towards me with that same arrogant smirk on his face.
"Hey babe," he pulled me towards him and kissed me on the lips. I wrinkled my nose at his excess use of Axe and cologne.
"Hi…"
"What's up? You seem spaced out."
I sighed. "Haruka …"
Michael frowned. I noticed the way his icy blue eyes flared in anger at Haruka's name. "Tenoh? Again? Y'know, I told you before, Michiru. I don't like you hanging around that guy. He's my arch rival and he makes me look bad. I was the most popular guy at school. Then he comes along and steals the spotlight."
"Haruka's been my best friend since we were kids …" I said softly.
"I don't care. Seriously, Michiru. Ditch him. The guy's an ass."
Funny … that's what Haruka says about you …
Suddenly, we heard loud squeals and screams up ahead. A large group of girls with huge signs that read HARUKA TENOH! I LOVE YOU! blocked the hallway.
"TENOH-KUN! TENOH-KUN!"
Soon, a familiar mop of blonde hair appeared from the crowd and Haruka stood in front, smiling and winking at the girls. However, her smile didn't seem as cheery today.
I felt my chest starting to hurt. Haruka … is it because of me?
As if she was reading my mind, she turned her head and saw me and Michael. Her eyes hardened. I winced.
"You certainly like to make a show of yourself, Tenoh," Michael sneered.
Haruka glared at Michael. "It's not my fault these girls have better judgments when it comes to guys like you and me," she said coldly.
Please stop it … I just want Haruka to smile again …
"Who's the one that has Michiru's heart?" Michael snapped.
Haruka said nothing for a moment and looked at me. For once in my life, I couldn't read the expression written in her eyes.
"She can decide for herself," Haruka turned away.
I wanted so much to run after her and hug her … but my feet felt like they were frozen to the ground.
"Tch … ass," Michael growled. "He's just hating I got you." He looked at his watch and walked on ahead. "Later, babe. Got football practice."
Yeah … love you too … I thought. I turned towards the direction where Haruka left and sighed.
Haruka … please stop this … I don't like seeing you so angry …
Michael and Haruka's voice played in my mind.
"Who's the one that has Michiru's heart?"
"She can decide for herself."
I sighed again and walked off towards my next class. Who does have my heart?
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