Okay so, it's been a while, and I apologize. I've been suffering some major writer's block, and even though I still haven't really beat it, I needed to get a chapter out. I haven't decided yet if I'll be giving this story a sequel yet, but probably not.

"I have to do this," Ayumi whispered to herself. She clenched her small fist, and knocked on the wooden door in front of her, hard. Her heart started to beat faster when she heard footsteps, padding toward the door.

"Oof!" Ayumi stumbled backwards when the door swung open. Regaining her balance, she looked up at the boy in front of her. "H-hi Kishinuma…"

Yoshiki looked at her for a moment, confusion quickly spreading over his features. "Shinozaki? What are you doing here?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Ayumi bit the inside of her cheek, smiling at him. "I-I want to explain something. Can I come in?" She asked, walking toward the bleach haired boy. He nodded his head, stepping aside.

"Do you want some water?" Yoshiki asked, trying to make conversation. Ayumi nodded her head, a blush forming on her cheeks. Yoshiki looked away, walking over to the sink to fill a glass.

He handed the glass to her, walking toward the couch. When she didn't follow, he patted the seat beside him. "Uh, Shinozaki, do you want to sit down?"

"Oh, u-uh yeah. Sure." She responded quickly, shuffling over to the couch. It was lumpy, and itchy, but now wasn't the time to criticize someone's furniture. "So, Kishinuma, I wanted to talk about, Friday…"

Yoshiki's eyes widened. Shit how'd she find out? He asked himself. He hadn't told anyone, not even Satoshi. "Ayumi, that was a mistake. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"Kissing me was a mistake?" Ayumi asked, hurt in her eyes. She had wanted to tell him that she was open to starting a relationship. Now he was telling her that kissing her was a mistake?

Yoshiki reacted quickly, shaking his head. "No! Kissing you was the only good thing I did that night… I meant… about…. Aiko," He mumbled, breaking their eye contact.

Ayumi raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "What about Aiko, Kishinuma?" She asked softly. "Did she try to kiss you? Oh god, she's kind of a sl-"

"What do you mean? I'm talking about how sleeping with her was a mistake! Are you playing dumb or something?" At that moment, Yoshiki realized something. Ayumi didn't know about sleeping with Aiko. Until he just told her. Right then.

Ayumi swore she could feel time stop. He had slept with Aiko… She quickly stood up, the hurt gone, and anger filling her up. It was extremely sudden. She was just furious. It was like a fuse went off. And she wasn't in the mood to turn it off either.

"You slept… with… Mai? Oh god, I can't believe I liked a fucking sleaze ball like you! You're filthy! And pathetic! I mean I knew you were a good for nothing delinquent before, but now… you're nothing. You don't even matter. You're nonexistent. No one cares about you anymore! I USED TO CARE ABOUT YOU!" Ayumi laughed manically, then took a breath to continue. "No wonder your parents disowned you! They didn't want a smelly old dog in their midsts!"

Yoshiki buried his head in his hands, trying to zone out Ayumi. Her words were like blades, piercing his skin. They were all the things his parents had thought of him. They were true. No one cared about him, and no one ever would. He was pathetic, and filthy, and a sleaze ball. She was cutting so deep, he could practically feel his heart stinging. She didn't even need to continue, but she knew she was twisting the knife. And she loved it.

Ayumi stopped, huffing and puffing like she had ran in a marathon. Yoshiki took this as his chance to confirm if she really did not care. He stood up, grabbed her hips, and pushed his lips onto hers like they belonged there.

Ayumi gasped. He was kissing her. His soft lips were pushed against her own, and he was kissing her. She let it sink in for a moment, never once kissing back. Once she came back to her senses, she pushed him off, confused as ever.

"I hope you fall off a bridge!" Ayumi yelled, clenching her fists.

Yoshiki nodded his head, this time, her words had no affect. "Yeah, okay." He replied casually, sitting back on the couch.

"Do you not get it?" She asked, raising a fist. Her feelings had taken over, and she had no control. With one swing, she hit him on the cheek, hard.

"Fuck you!" She bit out hatefully, glaring full on. She ran out the apartment door, tears pricking her eyes.

This was the last chapter, and I'm sorry it was really bad. Like I said, I've been suffering from some writer's block. I'll probably just continue with my one shots for now. Sorry.