WOAH. What the hell was I thinking? This chapter is super duper lame. XD But I needed to do it. *Kills self* XD

I yawned and stretched my arms over my head while I sat at my desk in first period. I patted my pocket to make sure that Kiriyama's handkerchief was still there, and then crossed my arms over my desk, letting my legs rock back and forth. I saw Yukie walk in and I smiled up at her, but she acted like she didn't see me.

Great.

I sighed heavily and tried not to roll my eyes; it was obvious that she was pissed about the text message deal. I knew that I couldn't hold back from my friends any longer, but it was just kind of hard to talk about. And what was I supposed to say? Oh hey guys! Ya, Kiriyama totally tried to tell me off but I was all, Nuh uh! Back in his face and then I cried for like, no frigging reason and he gave me his handkerchief. Then, I met up with Mim in the hallway and made out with him. Ya.

I was expecting a nice reaction.

I chewed on my bottom lip and saw Mimura coming into the classroom, talking to Shuya loudly, but it was obvious that the two were having fun. Butterflies started to flutter about uneasily in my stomach when I saw him, and he started to walk towards his desk; the one near mine. So as he came closer to where I was sitting, he met my eyes, and I smiled, giving him a little wave. I could even feel the slight blush rise in my cheeks. Mimura's eyebrows rose and the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk.

And it wasn't one of those, what's up dude, kind of smirks that you give towards friends like I was hoping for. It was a, do I look like I give a rat's ass about you? Kind of smirk. The one he flashes in every girl's way, and then he snubbed, "What?"

Ouch.

My smile dropped slowly and he finally broke the gaze, sitting down in his seat, propping his legs up on the desk, continuing his conversation with Shuya. That stinking butt.

I knew it. He was just using me for another lay, or atleast a kiss. Guess Guys can't handle hormones very well… I sighed and leaned my head on my hand, glaring down at my pencil.

Stupid, silly, incompetent boys… Bah, who needs em'? I sighed again and started drumming my fingers on my desk as if I was impatient, but really I wasn't. I was mad because my stupid eyes were blurring with damn tears. How many times was I going to cry before everyone was satisfied? Okay. It was settled. I cried way too much.

And then there was this urge to spill everything to my friends because suddenly I realized how much I needed them to be there for me. Did I need to rely on everyone? Couldn't I take care of my self?

Why was I such a bother?

I inhaled sharply threw my nose and sat up, rubbed my eyes before the tears could drip down onto my blazing cheeks, and looked forward; I wouldn't cry. Mimura wasn't worth it.

Just like how he said that Kiriyama wasn't worth it. But then why did I feel like they truly were worth it? Curse these silly hormones and my boy craziness! In 30 years, I wouldn't give a damn about all my Middle school drama. Psh… like I care. Might as well bask in my silly hurt and self pity for a little while before someone else tells me that it's not worth it. I clenched my fists and bit down hard on the inside of my cheek.

You're stronger then this you silly wimp… pull yourself together. Remember how nice it felt when you told Kiriyama off? Oh ya… Now's your time to keep that glory.

I smiled to myself and nodded.

Just before I stood up and sauntered over to Yukie's desk, standing between Haruka and Yuka who were gathered around Yukie's desk along with Satomi.

So much for helping myself.

They all looked at me and Yukie frowned, "Chi, we need to talk."
"ya, I know. I'll tell you guys what had happened. Sorry I didn't reply, I was just sorting things out with myself."

And so, I told them. Every once in awhile they'd gasp or giggle, but of course, the biggest reaction was when I told them about, "The kiss."

"OH MY GOD are you SERIOUS??!!" Yuka cried.

It took me about 5 minutes to calm the group down, but eventually, they sat still and listened, "Well… just now. Like, literally, 5 minutes ago, when I tried saying hi to him, he gave me this mean ass smirk and was like, what?" I imitated his voice by making it deep and monotone, getting my friends to laugh out loud. "No way, what a jerk!" Yuka whispered, still snickering from my imitation. We all shared a good laugh, and eventually, first period started.

I felt better after telling my friends.

But everything was about to crash, and burn.

Everything that happened during the fallowing events is somewhat a blur. I think that it was the adrenaline that made it so hard to remember anything, because I was so afraid. My body was so numb that I could hardly stand… It's hard to remember, because not only is it vague, but it hurts to think back on it.

MKC/MKC/MKC/MKC/MKC/MKC/MKC/MKC/MKC/MKC/MKC/MKC/

I covered my ears and backed up against the wall with Haruka and the girls, glancing around, my stomach in a knot. There was another fight during lunch. Mitsuru's fist collided with a class C jock, while Ryuhei and another class C guy were having it out on the floor. People were circling the fighting teens, chanting, "Fight, fight, fight, fight!"

I looked around frantically, trying to find Kiriyama or maybe Mimura, just to see what they were doing. My eyes finally found one.

Kiriyama sat quietly in the background, picking at his food, paying not an ounce of attention to the fight, when a rather large Class C boy named Itsuki, approached him.

"hey Pretty boy! Gonna fight! Not so tough now, huh Kazuo?!" The boy taunted, gripping Kiriyama's shirt collar, yanking him up and seething in his face. I winced and my mouth opened to yell, "Stop!" But I couldn't. My voice was lodged in my throat. Haruka looked down at me and said loudly, trying to speak over the chants in the background, "Kiriyama's gonna woop his ass!" I budged a smile, but my stomach was so uneasy. It just didn't feel right. I knew that something was gonna happen. Most of the Cafeteria had quieted down, most of the attention on Itsuki and Kiriyama.

In a blur of movement, Kiriyama's hand came up, his two fingers pointed.

Suddenly, the whole cafeteria was silent, save for Itsuki's screams of agony. "MY EYE! MY FUCKING EYE GOD DAMNIT!" Itsuki's grip on Kiriyama's collar was loosened, but just as Kiriyama brought his hand up to throw another blow at Itsuki, it happened. I sometimes wonder if my voice hadn't been lodged in my throat, if I would have been able to cry out to Kiriyama, and maybe help him, but my scream came out as a small, shrill, and one of Itsuki's fellow gang members came up behind Kiriyama, a fork in his hand.

Alls I remember were gasps, and screams, and watching Kiriyama's blood dribble down his neck and spurt from the back of his head.

He actually looked in pain. "CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Yukie cried, rushing out of the cafeteria to go get teachers or something. I don't know. It was then that my voice decided to work and I screeched, dropping to my knees. Someone's arms slipped under my arms, pulling me back from trying to stumble towards the writhing Kiriyama. Kazuo was twisting, and he slunk onto the floor just as the principal, and a few other teachers rushed in, one speaking quickly into a phone. "Pull yourself together!" I heard someone growl in my ear, their voice demanding, but somewhat reassuring. It was Mimura. I wouldn't have cared if it was Kazushii Niida that was pulling me back as I threw my hand out in Kiriyama's direction, screaming, and crying, the tears dripping on Mimura's arm.

"LET GO! LET ME GO!" I screeched, my hands clawing at Mimura's arm, but he was able to pull me out of the cafeteria altogether, into the almost empty hallway; everyone was in the cafeteria, surrounding the suffering Kiriyama, waiting for the police and the ambulance to come.

"No you idiot! Let me go!" I screamed at Mimura. I remember hitting my fists on his chest as he kept a vice like grip on my shoulders, keeping me from dashing into the cafeteria and weeping over the still Kiriyama. I was so scared. I wanted to throw up, and finally, my whole body went numb, and I fell, crying and still screaming in Mimura's arms, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

Everything is a blur after that. I remember crying, and the sirens screeching in the background. Then I was crying some more as Kiriyama was loaded into the back of the ambulance.

It was then that I realized just how worth it Kiriyama was. Just how much he meant to me. Just how much I liked him.

I didn't feel stupid or ridiculous because a simple crush had escalated into something bigger. I didn't blame my boy craziness or how much of a hopeless romantic I was or how much of a prick he had been or who had spread that rumor.

Alls I wanted was his safety, and I thought that he was dead.