"Well, look who it is, the klutzy Odango Atama," Mamoru drawled, picking himself off the sidewalk, readjusting his school bag, and brushing imaginary dirt off his pants.
Usagi huffed with indignation and scrambled to her feet, her retort clawing it's way off her tongue like dragon's fire. "Maybe you should look out, baka. And for the last time, stop calling me that!" She clenched her fists at her sides, her knuckles turning white.
"Sure thing, Odango," Mamoru smirked, stuffing his hands in his pockets, the very picture of condescending. That was Usagi's last straw.
"BAKA!" she shrieked, drawing the attention of curious passerby and becoming even more infuriated when Mamoru's smug smile turned to mocking laughter. "You just-you-ugh!" she growled when she couldn't string the words together.
Mamoru chuckled one last time before walking past the frustrated girl. "Better luck next time Odango," he called over his shoulder before striding away. He didn't look back once.
Usagi growled again as she stomped away in the opposite direction. His parting words — next time — echoed in her ears, and she did her best the ignore the way her silly heart was racing. It's just because he knocked me over, she thought. That's all.