A/N : Hope you like this story. Please tell me how I could improve on my story. R & R
Chapter 3
It's My Shampoo
Everyone thought that Kyouya and Mori were crazy, smelling strawberries but everyone else couldn't. Then they all looked towards me.
"Ayaka, can you smell strawberries?" Kyouya asked me.
"No... It's my shampoo, I think." I answered.
Then Kyouya and Mori both leant in and sniffed my head.
"Mmm..." Mori breathed.
"It's you" Kyouya said, sounding a bit disgusted.
"Can we eat cake now please Honey-Senpai? I need to go home soon." I asked, trying to get off the subject of my hair.
Honey then smiled and put a piece of cake on the plate in front of me and gave me a fork to ea it with. I started eating. The cake was really nice. Once I finished the cake, I gave Usa-Chan back to Honey.
"That was the best cake I have ever eaten, thank-you Honey-Senpai."
"So you have to go now, would you like a ride back to your place?" Kyouya had asked.
"No, I'm all right, I can walk." I replied.
"According to your records, your house is 2 miles away from school. You can't walk that far, especially when there is going to be a storm." he argued.
"I'll be fine, and how the fuck did you get my records anyway?" I shouted at him.
"I have my sources." he said, ever so calmly.
What did he mean he had sources, and since when should they let our information out.
"Fine." I finally agreed.
Everyone walked with us until we got to the front of school, then they all went to their own limos and shouted a goodbye to me before they got in.
** Kyouya's P.O.V **
"Come on then." I said, getting impatient.
She then looked towards me, and then started running towards me.
I let her into the limo first, when she was fully in and out of hearing range I told the driver where he was to take us first. If she did hear me telling the driver more of her details, she would have kicked off again.
When I got into the limo, I could smell a really strong scent of strawberries. Is it really her shampoo?
Without thinking, I asked,
"How much shampoo do you use? It smells too much of strawberries." I told her, wrinkling my nose. I was probably over exaggerating, but I am not very into nice smelling things.
"I don't think it smells that bad, I only use a small amount." she replied, looking a bit upset.
"It must just be me, I don't really like deserts and sweet smelling things."
From then on, it was a quiet ride. When we got to her place, she was looking for something through the windows.
