Hey guys! It's been a long time, eh? Anyways, I'm going to update you guys on some of the information.

It was almost two months after Natsume and Riyah started dating. They got into a huge fight. I'm going to be honest, I don't remember most of the details about it.

Tomoko was a girl (a really weird girl) that I have known for quite a while, and she's in my advisory class as well as art. She's also the one that updates me in their relationship, since she's close to them and their 'therapist.'

Once she told me in advisory that Riyah and Natsume were in a fight. It was obvious, since Riyah and Natsume were in the opposite sides of the 9th grade common areas.

She told me that they were 'hanging out' on Saturday, when Riyah got a call from her parents telling her to go home quickly, and that their 'family friend' came over.

Tomoko told me that Natsume got jealous after that, after knowing the so called 'family friend' was actually a guy that Riyah liked a year ago. They got into a fight, and stopped talking. Now they're on a 'break' in their relationship.

I wanted to bang my head against the table after hearing that.

How childish! Getting into a fight about something like that. I inwardly growled, well it's not like I have a say in this situation.

"I think Natsume's at fault this time." I told Tomoko and she completely agreed. He was being childish and unreasonable, getting angry over something like that. It's not like Riyah had a choice.

Later that day we had art, and Riyah looked fucking pissed. She came to me and Tomoko for advice, wondering what she should do about their relationship.

She really loves Natsume, I realized. She doesn't want to break up. She said that on Saturday, Natsume told her to 'give him a week to think things over.' Riyah told me that he said they were fine, but then she doesn't understand why he wouldn't talk to her.

I suggested for her to talk things over with Natsume, after all, it was the easiest and most efficient way when fighting. She agreed, but said that Natsume doesn't even want to see her.

I really wanted to strangle her.

"Did you actually talk to him?" I asked her slowly, but internally, I wanted to scream those words at her. She looked at me, before slowly shaking her head.

"Not really..." I almost face-palmed.

"Then how would you know he doesn't want to talk to you?" I asked outrageously. She refused to even try, insisting he didn't want to talk to her.

"Then wait for a week. After a week, go talk to him and say that you already gave him a week and it's time to talk things over." She shook her head and laid it in her hands.

"I want to talk to him now." Fuck her, I mentally scolded. Can't she be more patient? No relationship is going to work when she's like that.

Our conversation went on like that, me and Tomoko giving her advice while she whined in despair.

Tomoko started checking her WeChat conversation with Natsume, and Riyah became jealous. Tomoko, in desperation, explained to her that the only reason they talk so much is because he's chasing the boy who broke her heart away.

"Why would he do that?" Riyah asked, narrowing her eyes on her.

"Don't worry!" Tomoko reassured her. "It was 'cause he hurt me so—"

"As hurt as this?" Riyah asked as she rolled up her sleeve, showing us her arm. There were numerous scars all over her arm, aligned neatly next to each other. I gulped, and I think my mouth was hanging open.

"No," Tomoko said. "Not as hurt as that." Her eyes were wide as she stared at her arm.

"Does Natsume know?" I asked her and she nodded.

"He made me promise not to cut anymore, and we wouldn't fight. But he didn't keep his promise, so neither will I." She said with the ha-you-deserved-it-jerk tone and my heart was beating rapidly. I was not expecting that.

They eventually made up, and a few days ago, during art class, Riyah asked me and Tomoko, if we knew what happened the past Sunday. We shook our heads, and I stared at her blankly.

She started giggling at herself, and we stared at her weirdly. She glanced at us, before shaking her head furiously.

"Never mind then." She chuckled, and I already sort of knew what had happened, but I prayed it wasn't.

"Aw come on! You brought it up, so you have to tell us!" Tomoko cried and I nodded along, faking enthusiasm.

"Exactly! Stop acting like Natsume, starting a topic before changing your mind." We leaned in on her, with our eyes sparkling in anticipation. I literally saw her sweat-drop before she grinned.

"Guess." Riyah announced with a wide smile as she watched us. I was reluctant to guess, because I was scared that I would be right, and laughed at when I was wrong. Tomoko gasped loudly as her eyes grew wide, and she clasped Riyah's arm.

"Did you guys do it?" She asked and Riyah giggled in embarrassment, but nodded nonetheless.

My heart dropped to my stomach. So I was right.

"Oh my god!" We squealed, me with a fake laugh. Or was it real? I can't even tell them apart anymore. It certainly felt real.

"So," I said with a wild grin, leaning on my hand. "Did it hurt?" She grimaced a little and nodded her head at me.

"It really hurt. We were going so fast too." I couldn't picture it at all, not that I wanted to in the first place. I grimaced as well.

"But it felt good." I stated and she nodded vigorously, eyes shining.

"Oh my god, it felt so good." She said dreamily. I didn't want to know, but on the other hand, I wanted to know. I hate irony.

"Were you guys at his house?" I asked again and this time, Tomoko also leaned in further.

"Yeah. His room." She answered and Tomoko gasped dramatically.

"But his parents weren't there, and the door was locked." Riyah added quickly, and the image of his house floated into my head. I quickly shook the thought away.

"I felt like I was going to die." She uttered, her breath coming in a little short as if she couldn't breathe.

"He let you take a break, right?" I asked uneasily as I watched her.

"Of course." She responded. I grinned at her mischievously, and internally, I was a little embarrassed with my next question.

"Were you guys loud?" I whispered.

"Well I was," She chuckled. "I was screaming my head off. Natsume was trying so hard to shut me up."

"Then, at the end," She said. "I cried. I think it was because I was so happy, but I cried really hard."

I don't even remember what questions or anything after that. I was too busy mourning over the fact that Natsume had sex with Riyah.

God, it's so hard to absorb that fact.

Yesterday I stayed after school because I was waiting for the I.T to fix my broken laptop. Natsume, Riyah and their friends just so happened to stay after school as well.

I was not part of their 'friends group' so I took out my phone and started reading fanfiction on it (yes, fanfiction is officially part of my everyday life now).

Those people are truly entertaining. They were dragging each other around the floor and chasing each other, screaming, yelling and laughing their heads off.

Every little thing they did was somehow extremely funny for me, and even I started laughing my ass off at them. Then, to my surprise, Natsume did a slide on the table (I think he thought he was so cool and all) and looked at me while laying on the table.

"Hey, Mikan." He greeted casually and I greeted back with a laugh at his movements. He swiftly grabbed my phone and started looking through it, but it wasn't so interesting so he gave it back. He walked around the couch I was sitting on, but I didn't bother to follow his movements, or rather, I tried not to.

A few minutes later, Kitsu and his friend were laughing at something behind me, and it puzzled me. When I looked behind me, I realized Natsume was hiding behind the couch. He had somehow grabbed my bag and started taking things out of it.

"Why'd you do that!?" I exclaimed and he shrugged with a grin.

"Just to annoy you." I rolled my eyes at him.

He sat up straight and started taking my violin.

"Can I play your violin?" He asked and I answered him with a simple 'no.' He still tried to open it anyways.

My violin case had a side pocket, and he unzipped that, staring at the empty pocket with puzzlement. I laughed my head off as he tried to unclip the case but failing miserably.

"Here." I helped him open the case and taking out the violin. He took the violin and the bow and used his right hand to hold it. (For those who don't play the violin, you hold it with your left hand and the bow with your left.)

All of a sudden, a swarm of girls rushed over and whined for the violin. Natsume was stubborn, and refused to let anyone take the violin.

"Teach me how to play." He ordered and I sighed.

"You're not even holding it right." I tried to fix his posture, but he wouldn't even let me touch the violin. The girls continued to swarm around us.

"Dude, you're not even holding it right. Let me try!" A girl said and attempted to grab the violin, but he was taller and held it out of reach.

"If you guys break it, I'll murder you!" I screamed over the commotion but no one seemed to pay me any attention.

Finally, he let the girls have a go at the violin, and even I was able to show-off a little (love showing-off but honestly I'm not that good at the violin though I've played it for like ten years). I was able to teach Natsume a little on how to play the violin, but I didn't know how to play any easy songs since it was such a long time ago.

He started walking around the room while trying out different notes and completely ignored our laughs.

"Dude guys, give me some time to bond with the violin." He stated seriously.

"It's my violin." I countered.

"Well I like to think of it as mine for now." He grinned as he continued screeching on the violin.

Another girl came and wanted to try the violin.

"Hey! I know her better than you so...shoo." He dismissed her. She looked at me as I looked at her.

"I don't know him at all." I told her with a grin and she glanced at Natsume triumphantly.

"See? Ha!" Natsume stared at me with disbelief.

"You don't know me? Are you serious? We used to be like, best friends!" I nodded at him before laughing.

"Uh yeah, but that was like three years ago!" I commented as he tried to hide the violin away from that girl.

"Oh yeah? You wanna know what happened?" I actually wanted him to say it; I wasn't scared. Riyah also knows I liked him, but I insisted it was a long time ago, and she doesn't know I still have feelings for him (I hate admitting it, it makes me feel stupid for still liking him).

Later on we settled down, and he got bored with playing the violin. He told me to sit next to him as we watched Riyah and the others practicing for a play.

"So," I started. "Why do you like her?" He went silent for a moment.

"Hard to say." He answered lightly and I nodded knowingly.

"That's good, that's good."

"How's that good?" He asked as he watched me weirdly.

"Because true love doesn't have a reason." I said it poetically and laughed as I said it. He laughed along.

I was still holding my violin, so I wanted to put it back. As soon as I stood up, he asked me where I was going.

"Why do you always leave?" That question really caught me off-guard. I don't know what he meant by that, maybe I even heard him wrong.

I sat back down, but a few minutes later I left again and went to put my violin back. They started throwing a small rubber ball around, before everyone just sort of calmed down a little.

Natsume and Riyah were being super lovey-dovey, so I didn't really want to watch anymore, though at the same time, I do.

I still had to pick up my computer from the I.T, so I grabbed my bag and left. I was wondering if I should say goodbye to them, but everyone was in their own little groups talking and laughing, so I decided even if I did say goodbye, no one would care anyways.

I went to the I.T, and realized my system (hard drive, whatever the guy was talking about) was broken. I felt dread.

I was going to apply for scholarship, and the deadline was on Saturday, March 14, so I had to get my files.

I asked if it was possible to copy the files or even open them right now. The tech guy said it was not possible, and he doesn't even know if he can restore any of my files.

Fuck.

Double fuck.

What was I going to do now? Not only will I not be able to submit my files for scholarship, all my files might be lost.

When I thank the tech guy, he seemed pretty surprised by it, since he couldn't really help me.

I went home in despair. I almost cried.

The good news was that I was able to submit my scholarship files on time. I used one of my old stories that I (thankfully) sent to my friend earlier that week and she still had it, so I asked her to send it back.

My mom still had the document on the details of the scholarship, I rewrote my personal statement, and my teacher also kept her letter of recommendation.

I was so scared, since I e-mailed my teacher to ask if she still had the letter of recommendation, but she never answered me. She was always very reliable, and I wonder what took her so long this time.

I was so scared she wouldn't see my e-mail on time, or if she didn't have the letter anymore.

Then I realized she was away for MUN. (Model United Nations, kind of like debate, but it's about world issues.)

I quickly texted my two friends who were in that club and asked them to tell the teacher to check her e-mail.

They promised they would, and this afternoon I finally received the letter and successfully submitted my files.

Well, now my most important problem is fixed. I just need to pray that my files get recovered and nothing gets lost.

Yep. A really dramatical week, eh? Well, it was a quite a while after I learned that Riyah was cutting...but most of the drama was in this week. I really hope my files get restored and my computer gets fixed. If everything is deleted, I will break down. Like literally. My whole life is in that piece of metal! O.O I really need to get into the habit of backing up my files whenever I add a new folder or something.

Anyways, thanks to those who still read this! I guess my life of drama will never end, huh?

R&R Please!