Chapter 3 Amy Marshall

The next day felt…off.

Something just didn't feel right.

Amy couldn't put her finger on it. However, she knew it all began the day before when she accidently ran into Hikaru…

She shook her head to clear out the jumbled mess of thoughts.

Her tennis shoes smacked softly on the tiled floor and the only other sound was her breathing. She pushed a dark brown strand of hair, which must have escaped from her ponytail, from her face.

She finally reached the tall doors of Music Room 3.

Alright, she thought to herself, time to be a charming and cute shy girl.

She opened the doors and prepared herself to talk to her customers.

Amy did pretty good today. She had several guys talking to her and did good with the conversations. She wasn't as shy as she used to be.

Now, she was closing up a conversation with a guy she was talking to.

When he left, she began gathering up her backpack, book, and leftover pastry. As she started making her way towards the door, she felt a pair of eyes on her.

She simply ignored the feeling and continued out the door. Once she made it out of Music Room 3, she let out a big sigh.

I love doing this, but sometimes I wonder why I ever started. It's so mentally exhausting. Especially when you're terrified, she thought.

She passed by a tall, rounded window and heard someone come out of the host club's room. She didn't bother turning around and just continued walking.

They were probably just going home anyways.

"Amy!"

She turned around and saw a pair of golden eyes looking at her intently.

Hikaru or Kaoru?

"Crap! You walk fast! I've been trying to talk to you ever since school was over!"

Hikaru.

"I'm sorry?" Amy didn't really know what to say to that.

He let out a frustrated sigh.

"You're always sorry," he said with an icy tone.

She just looked at him with a puzzled look…

"I…uh…wanted to catch up with you."

She gave him a look that urged him to go on.

"Well…uh…I…uh…wanted to…um…"

"You didn't plan this far ahead, did you?"

He looked at her; surprised.

"Not really," he said quietly. He looked down at the floor. Obviously, he was trying to avoid making eye contact with her.

"Well I need to go. So… I'll see you tomorrow. Bye," she said with a small, calm voice.

"Bye." His voice still had a sharpness to it.

He turned quickly and hurried off.

Amy just stood there and watched him go.

What did I ever do to him?

She shrugged and continued to her car. She walked slowly and let her thoughts flow out in a continuous stream.

What was that about? Maybe he needed homework for a class. No… Maybe he wanted to… To… I don't even know. Maybe he wanted to apologize for being rude to me…

She stopped walking.

Nah.

Later that night, Amy laid in bed and stared at her ceiling.

She was wide awake and her mind was reeling. The way Hikaru had acted and what he said earlier was prancing around in her mind. She couldn't make any sense of it.

Oh well, she though sleepily, I'm sure he'll try to tell me again tomorrow.