Another chapter hehe. Please enjoy and review! Thanks again for the patience~
::The High School Hierarchy::
The date with Kukai wasn't so bad despite all that happened earlier in the day. The two went to little cafe called *Tsuki Coffee Cafe* and chatted a bit before they simply drove around in his sports car, and ended up chilling in a public park's parking lot and watching the sun leave the sky dimming with pink and orange clouds.
"Hey, Kukai..." the pinkette murmured, leaning on his chest as they sat on the hood of his car. He hugged her from behind around her waist, holding his girlfriend tightly to him as if she would fall off by accident and leave him. "Don't you think there's something wrong with the other jocks at our school?"
Kukai raised an eyebrow.
"I meant like... why can't they all be more like you? You're kind, funny, and athletic. You're not the brightest kid in town but you still try. You're a tad clumsy but it's adorable, and you know how to be a gentleman when you need to."
He smiled and kissed Amu on the lips, leaving a sugary zing behind.
"Well, are you talking Tsukiyomi and his crew? He isn't as bad as he seems, Amu. Well, he's bad, but not bad. I think."
Amu showed him the texts and he and his sister sent her, which she had already replied to saying that Ikuto was a fat twat that she'd hunt down to kill to the ends of the Earth and that Utau was a bitch that would pay dearly. Basically, the hipster copied and pasted their texts and sent them to each other. The replies they sent back were hilarious, so the pinkette kept up the switcheroo game. She gave him a look that said "think again".
"I didn't say anything about his sister though," he surrendered, his hands up by his head. She laughed. "But damn... Amu, I never knew you were a fat twat..."
The pinkette growled playfully and flipped her body over, pushing him onto the surface of the hood and pinning him down between her legs. "How dare you call me a fat twat, you little shit," Amu teased blatantly, leaning on his chest and listening to his heart beat, which was cute because it was quickening by the second. "Are you nervous, Kukai?"
"When the love of your life looks like she's about to rape you, what do you think?"
Amu laughed so hard that she fell off the hood of the car. Kukai scrambled to get himself up straight before hopping down to stare at her shrivel up in the grass, the pinkette's face redder than chili peppers and her stomach feeling like she just ate fifty of them. It hurt so much for her to laugh because of how hard she already laughed.
Kukai shrugged, not understanding why Amu died of laughter so much. "I don't get it."
Finally feeling a little calmer, Amu managed to gather enough breath of reply. "Kukai, I'm never going to rape you. We aren't having sex until marriage, you know."
He groaned. "That's sooo long from now."
After a long talk and making out on the grass, Kukai received a text message from Ikuto. Amu sighed as she looked over at Kukai's phone from his side. He wanted to meet him with him at Dave and Busters. "He actually ruins every single moment of my life, for goodness sake. Don't go," Amu pleaded. The brunette ruffled her bubblegum hair before picking her up off the ground like a bride and set her inside his car.
"I'll take you home, babe. But when the king of jocks calls me, I gotta beckon to his call." Amu rolled her eyes.
"You would choose him over me?"
"No, I choose you, but when Ikuto uses an exclamation mark, or any punctuation at all in his texts, then you know that something's up. Besides, if he's planning something against the hipsters, I can hitch you up with some plans to fire back at them."
Grinning, Amu kissed his cheek. "Sometimes I think you belong in the hipster group." He hopped into the car and started the engine, driving towards her two-story home. "I really do," she yawned as she let her head lean on the seat belt. Her golden eyes were drooping.
"I actually like being a jock, it's just that I like you way more," he said happily as Amu began dozing off.
After dropping Amu off, Kukai headed straight towards the adult arcade, where most of his friends were drinking with fake IDs.
"What's up Tsukiyomi?" Kukai grinned as he high-fived his fellow jocks once he arrived there. Ikuto smirked and ordered all the jocks he could gather at this secret meeting to sit down, a large stack of booze sitting on their table. "Is this all for us?" Kukai mumbled as he grabbed a bottle for himself—pure soju.
"That one's for you, my man, on the house."
Kukai smirked and thanked Ikuto as he was ready to have fun. Although Amu and Ikuto were in some kind of a war at the moment, he still considered Ikuto a good friend since they both became a jock together with the whole current group. Spurred on by the cheering, the soccer star chugged down the entire bottle as the jocks cheered and cheered for Kukai. Kukai sat down right next to Ikuto, burping a little before slamming the empty bottle down.
"Bet you can't chug down the other two bottles," Ikuto led Kukai on. Kukai spat on the table and pulled his sleeves up, feeling up for the challenge as he chugged the other two bottles as well. Even Ikuto himself was impressed. The other already-drunk jocks were screaming and cheering, standing up to hoot Kukai on.
Ikuto stayed seated, smirking the entire time. The king of jocks was no fool, you see. Once all the jocks had calmed down and Kukai was finished with the soju bottles, Ikuto hung an arm around Kukai's neck. He hiccupped and grinned like the stupid guy Ikuto always took him for, yes, ever since the beginning. The jock king knew how foolishly trusting this guy was. "Ikuuuuuto, wh-whaaas huuppenin?" he slurred with nothing but drunkness.
"Well... Kukai, to be honest…I'm quite curious about your girlfriend."
"Ya…ya meannn my baaaaaby, Amuuu?"
"Yeah, Hinamori Amu...the hipster queen?"
"Ohhh yeeeahhh! I knoee all deeeer iz toooooooo huuuuuur hehe!"
Now there he was—open-mouthed drunk kid Kukai had finally arrived.
Ikuto laughed as he pulled Kukai closer to him, ordering a few more beers for his brunette friend. "You up for a challenge, big guy? I bet you can't tell us all there is to her."
Kukai laughed, thinking Ikuto was serious. He loved a good challenge, and he loved to win them too. "Watchhhh... I'ma prooooove yuh wroooong," he half-smirked, half-grinned. Ikuto pulled a bottle of spiked beer that the waitress just set down and dangled it in front of the innocent jock.
"I'm watching," Ikuto said.
Kukai snatched the beer bottle, took a nice long sip, and opened his mouth for the world to hear.
'No way,' Amu thought in her head. She had followed Kukai all the way here on her motor bike after he had shortly left her balcony and here he was, letting those bastards get him drunk to spill some secrets? Next time she and Kukai had a confession session, she was definitely setting a limit. There had always been that limit...the two just overlooked it. But not anymore, this was getting too dangerous. They weren't even in school!
This was cheating. Pure. Cheating.
The pinkette had snuck around from behind the cashier desk, telling the cashier she only needed to use the bathroom. The bathroom hallway was so close to the jocks, it was almost hard to get there. But the idiots were so focused on Kukai chugging vodka that not even her odd pink hair interested them in the slightest. She was now peeking at them from the edge of the wall by the bathroom door right behind Ikuto and Kukai.
Kukai suddenly began blabbering about how pretty Amu was and what her hobbies were, like tennis and eating sweets, which she thought must have not been much help. Still, the jocks rooted him on to talk some more. She knew that she had to stop them before her stupid boyfriend literally puked out precious information.
Looking to the side, a fire alarm was sitting there right next to her, only a few feet away. 'PULL ME,' it seemed to screamed to her in her mind. The pinkette slowly walked over towards the red lever, and well... you know what happens when there's a wonderful red lever just there on the wall, waiting to be pulled.
Her hand reached out and with a cool expression on her face, she shoved that motherfucker down, sprinkling nothing but chaos into the bar.
Poor, poor bar.
*Tsuki Coffee Cafe*- A cafe also from Mirene's story called "Don't Leave Me!" which is an epic Amuto story I definitely recommend! Just mentioning her because she helped me brainstorm this chapter c: I love you Mirene c; aka Mirene the Mermaid for you peeps! c: