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Dumbstruck. "Temporarily deprived of the power of speech, as by surprise or confusion." That summed it all up, really.

I was both surprised and confused. Very surprised and confused.

It doubled my surprise and confusion when he slipped his free arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, if that was even physically possible with how close we were already. The hand on my arm was still there, I noted impatiently. Trust me; this was not the most comfortable position in the world. I'm sure any other girl would love to be gripped tightly to Atobe Keigo's chiseled chest (And I mean chiseled, you could feel it through his shirt. I may not like him but I have to admit he is very fit. Tennis did him well.) but I am not any other girl and when you factor in the fact he just announced I was his girlfriend to the now fuming fangirls surrounding us – literally, fuming, I could almost see the steam coming out of their ears – this was not the best situation to be in. And now that my brain has finally gotten a hold of my tongue, I decided to tell him as much.

But the second my eyes met his he gave me a look that left no room for argument. Like that look my mom gave me when I broke her hundred year old vase trying to open my Christmas presents early and tried to pass it off as Santa Claus falling on it on his way down the chimney. And, like that time with my mom, I swallowed my tongue before he could cause any more bodily harm on me, involuntarily or not.

He looked at me one last time and, figuring I had agreed to his silent plea to shut up, turned to the fangirls and spoke to them in his trademark drawl. Oh, how I hated that drawl!

"Now, ladies, I guess I'll be seeing you at practice in a bit. I have some business to attend to with my girlfriend."A sharp look was shot towards me as he said girlfriend. He even had the audacity to say 'business' as if it implied something!

I shoved him brusquely with my free hand that got stuck between us when he pulled me towards him. He ignored my futile struggling. Thoroughly pissed the situation, I couldn't resist the urge to pinch him with my freshly manicured talons. I smirked as I saw him visibly wince.

In a second, he had let go of my arm and I thought I was finally free until he pulled me so tightly by the waist I thought my ribs were going to crack. With a curt nod to his fangirls, he hustled me away a few hallways until he pulled open the door to the student council room, which was thankfully empty, and finally let me catch my breath. Letting go of me, he took a few steps back and looked out the window with a direct view at the tennis courts.

This was my chance to run, I thought. But before that, I had something I had to do.

I took a deep breath and screamed. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF KAMI-SAMA WAS THAT, YOU ASSHOLE?"

He looked at me with a wide-eyed stare and stepped towards me, relaxing a little as he started speaking. "Look, Takashina, about that." He sighed. "Ore-sama can explain, it's no big deal."

That was the last straw.

I reveled in the feel of my fist connecting with his jaw – even if I was aiming for his nose – as he stumbled backwards. I didn't wait for him to recover as I turned around and wrenched open the door. One step out of the doorway and he had an iron-clad grip on my arm. Great, matching sets of bruises on my arm.

"Let go." I demanded, my voice dripping with contempt.

"No." I twitched.

"We'll see about that." This was the only time I had ever been thankful that I packed my biology book. That satisfying 'smack' of my book bag against his head made me thank the heavens that my wild flail actually landed.

In shock, his grip on my arm loosened just enough for me to yank it out of his reach and hightail it out of there.

By the time I actually thought to look back to see if he was there, I was already on the first floor. Sighing in relief, I had arrived at the gate when a high-pitched set of squeals caught my attention. Turning back slowly in fear, I saw the reason why Atobe couldn't catch up to my meager running skills hanging off his arms. The fangirls swarmed around him, all whining about how he couldn't have gotten a girlfriend like her. Her obviously being me. But hey, there was nothing wrong with me. Just because I wasn't worshipping the ground the tennis club walked on and didn't spend the entire morning trying to pretty myself up for the oh-so momentous event of tennis club practice doesn't mean they can refer to me as something akin to gum on their Prada shoes.

Scoffing at their general stupidity, I took advantage of their distracted state and walked as fast as I could in the opposite direction without tripping before they noticed I was there.

The next day, I woke up and rued going to school. Simply because going to school meant meeting Yuushi, meeting Yuushi meant him bringing up the thing with Atobe, which would consequently attract the attention of the female population within a 10 meter radius, which would ultimately equal to chaos and harassment on my person.

Sighing dejectedly, I took the long way to school with that equation in mind.

I was at least happy that I had enough sleep last night to face the hell that is school. Deciding earlier on that Atobe was nothing to lose sleep over, I dropped into my warm, welcoming bed and dozed off with dreams of cheeseburgers and fries.

Feeling my stomach grumble, I grimaced at the fact that I hadn't had breakfast because I had forgotten to buy groceries. Hoping to get to school before the morning bread rush and grab myself some soba bread or something, I picked up my pace and regretted taking the long route to school.

Surprisingly, I got to the cafeteria before anyone else and bought myself a whole bag of different kinds of bread. I was on my way to the roof to eat in comfortable solitude whenthe last person I wanted to see on the face of the planet showed up and refused to let me through. To top it all off, he stole my bread!

I repeatedly clenched and unclenched the hand that was just a few seconds ago holding a bag full of bread in shock. Glaring, my heated emerald orbs snapped up to meet his icy blue ones as he stared down at me expressionlessly.

"I don't want to talk to you, Atobe." I said icily.

He shrugged and dangled the bag just out of my reach. I wasn't small per se, but he was definitely taller. "But ore-sama wants to talk to you."

"I'm sorry the feeling isn't mutual," I said with biting sarcasm. "Give it back."

He raised an eyebrow at me and I mirrored the action.

"I will, but first," he leaned closer and I thought he was going to kiss me again. My fists clenched in anticipation. "I have a proposition for you."

Well, there it was! I think I could have done better with the pacing but I'm generally satisfied with this. I hope you liked it!

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