Chapter 8

A Jealous Heart

"So, what do you think?" Amu asked miserably. Rima looked a little confused at it. "Well, it's…different," she said, trying to sound positive. Amu banged her head on her desk.

"It sucks," she muttered. "No!! No! I didn't say that!" Rima said quickly, returning the sketchbook to its owner. Amu looked at the design of a dark-purple shirt that was supposed to have been white and a dark-blue pair of sleek, designer pants that were supposed to have been jeans. "I didn't mean for it to turn out like this!" Amu said miserably.

"The colors are all wrong! It's just…when I was drawing last night, I was thinking of these two colors and how they're so beautiful alone, but when they are together, they make a huge mess! It's just like Ikuto and Len! I can't get the two out of my mind!!!"

"Maybe you like them both," Rima said. "NO I DON'T!!" Amu shouted. "I love Ikuto, but when I'm around Len it feels the same, only weaker." she explained, composing herself. "Amu, can I talk to you?" Len came up from behind her, as if his name had summoned him.

"I'm sort of busy, right, Rima?" Amu looked pleadingly at her best friend. "I'm not doing anything, and I know you're too miserable to sketch right now," she said. Amu slapped her forehead angrily.

She admitted defeat and stood without a word and followed Len to the lunch room. "What is it?" she asked. "Well, about the other day; I guess I was a little freaked out when you agreed to go out with…HIM." Len started calmly. Amu looked aside. "I am not going to talk about this with you Len. I am sorry that you're not the one for me, but you're not. I love Ikuto and that's that," she said.

Len turned. "But that bastard—" he began angrily but was cut off by Amu shouting, "He's not a bastard!! He's a good man and I love him! I'm sorry if you can't accept that, but it's the truth! I didn't see you there when I was raped! Ikuto never left my side!" She was angry, big time. Students were all silent and looking at the two.

"And let me tell you something, Len," she said his name with hatred, picking up a full strawberry milk shake, "Ikuto's fifty times the man you'll ever be!" she shouted. She lifted the glass and plowed the shake into Len's hair, letting the glass fall to the ground as strawberry ice cream flowed down the sides and front of Len's shocked face.

"Let that remind you of who's the better man between you two!!" she said fumingly, turning on her heel and leaving.

Amu was absolutely fuming. Stomping furiously to the parking lot, she called a taxi and waited.

When it got there, she got in. "Easter Music Company," she told the driver. The man driving the cab nodded and pulled out onto the road.

Amu stepped into the glass doors and the giant building that towered over the outside street. She blinked from all the lights that were suddenly there and let her eyes adjust before going to the elevator.

She didn't even know why she had come, but if it was what she was doing, then she might as well see Ikuto while she was here. Goin to the third floor and the second door on the right, or was it the third? ((XD I don't remember, sorry!))

She heard voices and carefully cracked the door. A woman was in there, talking. Opening it a little wider, she saw it was that woman from the desk downstairs, wasn't it? What had she said her name was? Midori.

"So…what do you think, sir?" Midori asked. He read the manga she'd showed him. She had written it. Ikuto closed the printed paper with drawings. "I think it's great," he answered. "I'm having some trouble with it, though. I keep getting letters requesting it." She flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for.

Amu held her breath. Midori had her back to the door and was facing Ikuto's desk. "Do you think a kiss would be appropriate? People have been asking me," Amu bit her lower lip until it bled. "I think it would be," Ikuto said. Amu leaned against the door angrily.

Suddenly, the door opened and she fell flat on her face, forgetting she had opened it slightly. A loud yelp escaped her mouth as her face met the floor. Ikuto stood up instantly. "Amu!"

Amu sat up painfully, rubbing her head. "What are you doing here?" Ikuto asked, coming around to help her. She refused help and stood angrily. "I should ask you the same thing!" she shouted. -.-' was Ikuto's expression to her question. "Um—I work here," he answered in an obvious way. "Oh—right. Well, then what's she doing here?!" Amu pointed accusingly at Midori.

"She works with me," Ikuto said. Did he have to put it that way?? Amu just glared at him. "I heard you two talking!" Amu shouted. "That? Oh—that was no big deal, Amu," Ikuto assured. "Amu, it was just a—" Amu got up and went out of the door, her bangs covering her eyes.

Amu paced in front of Tadase angrily. He looked at her boredly. "I have to get him back for this!" Amu said. "And why am I here, exactly?" Tadase asked.

"Because, Tadase dear, only you can make him jealous," Amu said with a smirk. Tadase was obviously liking where this conversation was going. "How so?" he asked. Amu smirked. "This will be Ikuto's payback." she said.

Sorry so short. SOME people here with me (*Cough* Lacey *cough* Beth *cough*) won't let me finish. So I'll have the next chapter up soon. Tell me wat you think about the whole 'jealous' thing. Should I make Ikuto make Amu jealous as well when he finds out? I need your help here. Read Jobrolover93's stories. Leave LOTS of reviews.