Love 4: Jealousy and That's It

"Oh my." Ayumi blushed as the teenage player of the school kissed her hand swiftly, bowing to her. "Wh-why so formal?" She asked, blushing at the gentle gesture. A smiled. "Well, it's not everyday you get to meet a pretty woman." Her blush only grew darker. Mitsuhiko slyly stepped in front of Ai and Conan scoffed, Genta was simply glaring at the boy. "May I ask for your name, my beautiful?" Growling, Conan stepped in between them, grabbing her rist. "No you may not." Ayumi was oblivious as to what was going on. "Come on."

Conan started to drag her away from the rest of the group, heading towards the school. "C-Conan-kun!" She murmered, embaressed. He stopped in his tracks. "Oh, and by the way." He turned towards the womanizer. "She's beautiful, not pretty." Withthat, he dragged her off.

"C-Conan! What was that for?" She blushed, the mere thought of her crush being jealous making her weak. He smirked. "You're taken.

"By who?"

"By me."

"What? Why?"

"I love you."