I got annoyed of this story. This is my first ever story in my entire life. I planned on deleting it. But when I opened my account to check if my followed authors updated new chapters, I saw four people followed my rather crappy story. And a favorite. It amused me. So with a "why not?" thought, I wrote a new chapter and updated it here.
Twenty chapters won't harm me anyway.
I'm no good in English. But I want to try.
If you find it ugly please do inform me. I really wanted to improve that badly.
Thank you again for the follow.
KnB=Not mine.
Chapter Three.
"Nah, Anika."
Startled, the half-breed teen looked up from where she's sitting. She was invited by her sister to watch the basketball team's practice, since the coach won't be around for a meeting. Consequently, she didn't have to complain anyway because her sister would be very persuasive whenever she wanted to.
"Mn?"
With a frown Rika raised her hand to look at the time on her wrist watch. Then she pursed her lips and beckoned Anika to hand over the clipboard whilst she was holding. The latter willingly obeyed.
"I think it's time for a break,"
The manager turned her head to give her sister a genuine smile before holding up the whistle to her lips. And with a big blow, all five giants came to a halt. Their eyes initially pierced to the clapping young lady.
"About time to have a break, big boys!" She declared.
Anika instinctively stood up from her sit and started giving the boys towels and waters as they redeemed the bench she was formerly sat at. However, she was surprised when the final boy she was supposed to provide, reached and encircled his calloused hand around her wrist.
But when she looked at the male's eyes the grip already vanished. Instead, she was greeted by a sugary sweet smile by the team's shooting guard.
"Thank you." He whispered.
Anika internally died at that. She wasn't able to come up with an answer. All she heard was her adamant rapid heartbeat. She was too speechless. It was so overwhelming that she really wanted to run away and throw up. Actually, what was wrong with this guy?
Surely after the 'flirting' happening at the gates, he would always make it hard for her to breath in an instant.
Like that one day when she was happily humming a random tune that she was currently listening, she opened her locker to change her outdoor shoes then closing it right after. When she closed it though, Himuro's face was unwaveringly clear on her view. His teeth were showing just a little through that stupid beautiful smile. Anika surely wanted to punch his face after the cocky guy commented (in English) about how she 'got most of the tune correctly' and 'how pretty' she was that day.
It has been three weeks now. And each and every day, it was impossible to dodge those stealthy winks he gave her.
And now here she was, still glued on the spot in front of the smug shooting guard. She watched dumbfounded while he took the bottle on her hands and emptied it. When she got to her 'own-self', she decided to just leave it be. She stood on her heels and turned away from the shooting guard.
'Damn him! I've never ever been so bothered by the other guys before. Who does he think he is? There are too many guys around that are far more handsome, talented and better than he is! But he doesn't know that, does he?'
She was so lost in thoughts that she didn't even heard Rika's call.
"Anika?," Rika's brow was raised as high as a skyscraper. "Are you fine? You're red."
At the elder's remark she unconsciously turned her head to the boys. Well, unintentionally her eyes automatically impaled right to the shooting guard's. She was about to look elsewhere, but it was too fast that even those silly mosquito would be beaten.
He winked at her.
Again.
That stupid bastard winked at her and then talked to Murasakibara like he didn't do anything. Like everything's just normal.
'Are you kidding me?!'
Maybe now she's not just red. Maybe she's redder than red. Didn't he know that she was trying her best to ignore him?
'Screw him!'
She composed herself once again and with a shake of her head she dismissed her sister's worry. And of course, Okamura's silent plea of how she must see the school's clinic for assurance.
"Tsk. Why did you force her here anyway?" Fukui grunted.
Rika wacked him right then.
"Who said something about forcing her? You dumb bleached blonde!"
Anika scratched the back of her head.
Okay. Now it's getting more and more embarrassing. Especially with these two who always bickers and shout at one another's ears.
But hey, she was saved by the bell. No. Not an actual bell. It was her phone ringing.
"Ah-. Nee-chan, It's Mayu." She waved the phone back and forth to her sister's face just so she can read the name.
"Okay. Okay. Just make it fast. We still have some things to do after this."
And with a nod, she flew outside of the suffocating gym.
"No."
"Please?,"
Anika wasn't so sure anymore if she really was saved by humility that day. Just listening by the sound of her best friend's pleading voice irked her.
'And here, I thought she was my rescuer.'
"Anika-chan. It's an easy chore I assure you. Even an eight year old can do it."
As if that was reassuring enough, Anika thought. Yes. Sure she is part of the literature club. In fact, she was one of the school's top writers and most valuable representative in every press conference they participated at. But photography? Well yeah. It's easy really. She has experienced that many times too. But 'that' and the poems and novels that she wrote were totally on a different league. Especially Mayu's subject for the month.
Oh don't get the wrong idea. She could do whatever her best friend asked her to. Anika was a reliable friend. Really. But not now. Not if she was being ordered to take pictures of the Basketball team.
She sighed and brushed her hair through her hand.
"Mayu. I was supposed to be the interviewer and you're my photographer. That was the plan, right? And I've done my part. And you haven't been there! So go figure something else."
"Did you really? Tch. If I didn't know better, it was Rika-nee who interviewed th-,"
"I prepared the questions."
The girl on the other line groaned. Anika could clearly see the image of her dearest friend's frustrated face. Using her hand to pull her curly hair down. Because she was never one to decline a request, Mayu never imagined that this would be a very hard mission for her. If only she really got a choice and her parents would let her not to go to Tokyo for a family reunion, things will be better.
"Could you not butt in when I'm trying to say something? It's annoying you know?,"
The dark haired girl only hummed in response.
"I can't believe this. I only ask you to take pictures of them while playing and a self-portrait of each player. Our fellow students will be expecting the magazine to be published next week, you know,"Anika heard a chuckle from the other line and a soft crackling sound. "Most especially the majority of the school's girl's population would be rooting for a certain shooting guard at the men's basketball team."
Ah. There you go again. Shooting guard this, shooting guard that. Hah. Couldn't he not butt in just for a day? Or much better if he pack his belongings and flew back to America where he could flirt with every other girl he desired to. Yeah he better does that and don't come back anymore. How could an asshole barge in your life and ruin your peaceful and quiet life? Seriously, looks does deceive people, doesn't it?
However you look at him, you'll view him as the 'Perfect Gentleman.' That's what she thought too, when she first encounter him at the library. She was so grateful of him for helping her reach for that sloppy book that she needed. And that smile of him. It was so serene. So assuring. So how come that the Himuro she viewed before, changed into the most arrogant, big-headed, flirtatious sneaky winker bastard?
Of all the other girls in school, why did he choose to bother her anyway? Tch. Surely it's not just because she's half American, right? She's not the only half breed in Yosen High anyway. So the question that always popped in her mind was why? He's clearly not in love with her. No, no. It's way too impossible for someone to fall in love just in the nick of time.
So why?
Her thoughts glided aside when she heard a gasp followed by a fit of laughter from the other line.
"Hm. I see."
Anika furrowed her brows and cocked her head to the side.
"See what?"
"The real reason behind your 'I-can't-do-it' bullshit."
Her eyes suddenly widen at that. This was so embarrassing and humiliating, indeed. Of course she would know. Mayu's the one who figured out about her little crush upon that jerk anyway.
"Mayu." She warned.
"I'm your best friend. You can't hide anything from me,"
She seriously wanted to die right now. She didn't have to look into the mirror either. She practically looked like a mess right now. Looking like a ripe tomato. How did it end up like this?
"I'll tell you what."
"What?"
"It looks to me that you like being teased,"
Of course not! Why would she like that?!
"Because you are affected,"
Absolutely not. No. No. Never to that jerk.
"And you being affected entertained him big time."
Entertain? Wait, what is she? Some sort of a comedy show?
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
"Am I right?"
"Hah! Over my dead body! There's just no way I am affected by that damn jerk! He can't toy me and play with me like he plays his pathetic gruesome basketball shit! You know I never said yes to the right guy! Right? Right?! Never in my life did I spend my night thinking over and over how to get rid of th-"
"You can talk it over,"
Now she was cut out.
"You don't like what he does to you, you said,"
Who would want such?
"Then tell it straight to his face that you don't want it."
Oops. Point taken.
"See? It's that easy. Really Anika, the way you run away when he's around it's as if you wanted him to chase you. It's as if you wanted his attention so badly. That's how a guy thinks. As long as he knew how bothered you are by him, he won't stop teasing you. Because they think it's entertaining."
As if she was thrown a glass of cold water, as realization hit her.
That's right. Now it looks like she's way to easy. But she's not like that. She didn't wanted it, right?
"Unless you wanted it."
Gasp.
Wide eyes.
Speechless.
Silence.
Snap.
"Today is Friday. The magazine is expected on Thursday next week. So this week's saturday is fine with me. . That's it. This crap is settled so don't bother me anymore. I'll call you when I'm finished. I'm hanging up. Be safe. Bye."
And with that she slide her phone closed. A sigh escaped her lips.
"Talk it over, huh?"