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chapter seven; school; part three
Monday, April 10, 2010. 4:49pm.
I was still waiting. After almost an hour, I was still waiting.
"Chiharu." I looked up, felt the disappointment and didn't get up. "C'mon, I've been watching you for 30 minutes, let's just go."
I shook my head. "He said he was signing up for some clubs," I told Yuya. "He'll be back soon. You can go, but thanks for coming."
He came and leaned beside me against the school walls. "Signing up for clubs doesn't take this long."
"You know something I don't," I inquired without looking at him. I then responded, "Maybe there's paper work or something." I glanced back at the school doors. "He'll be here any moment."
Keito Okamoto doesn't lie. He isn't a liar. If he tells you he'll be on the phone with you all night through, he will be. Even if he tells me right this moment that there's a world of bubblegum and cotton candy inhabited by unicorns, I'll believe him. So if he says he's going off for a bit to sign up for some extracurricular and will be back soon, he is off signing up for extracurricular and will be back soon.
The older boy huffed and returned to his motorbike's side. "You do remember Keito doesn't do the club thing, right?" He said it as if he wanted to say it all along, that he knew something I didn't. He sounded irritated as well. "I'll give you five minutes before I ride off without you."
He is right. The idiot is right. My best friend has never gone for any club, sports here and there, but no clubs, ever. He had even told me he dislikes clubs because they take up time and most of the time isn’t interesting anyways. (Which of course the two of us had debated about for hours.) But... but... Keito is not a liar, dammit!
"How much time do I still have?"
My ride home smiled. "Three minutes."
I got up and rushed inside. There were meetings and things going on in almost every classroom, even the gymnasiums (but maybe those were practices?), and I intruded every one of them. The person I wanted to see, nowhere to be found. There were many moments inside of my own mind that I debated what was going on. I went over all possible (and even impossible) reasons. In the end, I was just a pissed bitch. Just as I was, defeated, going to turn a corner to eventually exit back outside, I found it.
Let me tell you, I have never wanted to not see something so much in my life. If I was any other person, I would not have done what I was about to do.
"Hey, Keito!" I forced my tone from bitchy to sarcasm. "Taking your time, huh?"
The two looked over. They had been quietly having a conversation while strolling down the hall toward me. I heard his even quieter, "Chiharu--"
"More than half an hour, dude, half an hour." I gripped my skirt, not wanting to throw a childish fit in front of this new girl by his side. "I'm going home with Yuya, just telling you, alright?" I marched right up to them.
"Kieko Chiharu, nice to meet you," I introduced in Japanese. (I had practiced it enough today to not sound foreign anymore.) Well, I didn't want to be super rude, right? Plus, the girl looked a little boyish (though she was still very pretty) and somehow got round to getting one of the boy uniforms so I felt a little bit of respect. Besides, it wasn't her I was being a bitch at.
"You." I jabbed a finger into my friend's chest, stopping the girl's reply. "I will kick your ass like it's never been kicked before."
"Chiharu, you don't know--"
"No, Keito," my voice softened. If I didn't have any dignity left, I'd cry angry tears right then and there. "You don't know." I smirked. "And, man, do I wish you knew!"
The trip home was quiet. I was glad Yuya didn't try to pry anything from me or even speak when the red lights came. Even gladder he didn't ask when I stomped out of the building and roughly swung onto the back of his vehicle. I hugged his back the whole way, because he was squishy like the pillow I used to cry into, back home. Of course, I didn't cry, that was too childish for now. Then again, all that drama I had just produced was probably unnecessary enough anyways.
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thanks for reading chapter seven; part three, its very much appreciated.
chapter seven; part three is a dedii for the unbelievable people in this world. people you hate, people you love. whatever the situation may be.
chapter seven; school; part three
Monday, April 10, 2010. 4:49pm.
I was still waiting. After almost an hour, I was still waiting.
"Chiharu." I looked up, felt the disappointment and didn't get up. "C'mon, I've been watching you for 30 minutes, let's just go."
I shook my head. "He said he was signing up for some clubs," I told Yuya. "He'll be back soon. You can go, but thanks for coming."
He came and leaned beside me against the school walls. "Signing up for clubs doesn't take this long."
"You know something I don't," I inquired without looking at him. I then responded, "Maybe there's paper work or something." I glanced back at the school doors. "He'll be here any moment."
Keito Okamoto doesn't lie. He isn't a liar. If he tells you he'll be on the phone with you all night through, he will be. Even if he tells me right this moment that there's a world of bubblegum and cotton candy inhabited by unicorns, I'll believe him. So if he says he's going off for a bit to sign up for some extracurricular and will be back soon, he is off signing up for extracurricular and will be back soon.
The older boy huffed and returned to his motorbike's side. "You do remember Keito doesn't do the club thing, right?" He said it as if he wanted to say it all along, that he knew something I didn't. He sounded irritated as well. "I'll give you five minutes before I ride off without you."
He is right. The idiot is right. My best friend has never gone for any club, sports here and there, but no clubs, ever. He had even told me he dislikes clubs because they take up time and most of the time isn’t interesting anyways. (Which of course the two of us had debated about for hours.) But... but... Keito is not a liar, dammit!
"How much time do I still have?"
My ride home smiled. "Three minutes."
I got up and rushed inside. There were meetings and things going on in almost every classroom, even the gymnasiums (but maybe those were practices?), and I intruded every one of them. The person I wanted to see, nowhere to be found. There were many moments inside of my own mind that I debated what was going on. I went over all possible (and even impossible) reasons. In the end, I was just a pissed bitch. Just as I was, defeated, going to turn a corner to eventually exit back outside, I found it.
Let me tell you, I have never wanted to not see something so much in my life. If I was any other person, I would not have done what I was about to do.
"Hey, Keito!" I forced my tone from bitchy to sarcasm. "Taking your time, huh?"
The two looked over. They had been quietly having a conversation while strolling down the hall toward me. I heard his even quieter, "Chiharu--"
"More than half an hour, dude, half an hour." I gripped my skirt, not wanting to throw a childish fit in front of this new girl by his side. "I'm going home with Yuya, just telling you, alright?" I marched right up to them.
"Kieko Chiharu, nice to meet you," I introduced in Japanese. (I had practiced it enough today to not sound foreign anymore.) Well, I didn't want to be super rude, right? Plus, the girl looked a little boyish (though she was still very pretty) and somehow got round to getting one of the boy uniforms so I felt a little bit of respect. Besides, it wasn't her I was being a bitch at.
"You." I jabbed a finger into my friend's chest, stopping the girl's reply. "I will kick your ass like it's never been kicked before."
"Chiharu, you don't know--"
"No, Keito," my voice softened. If I didn't have any dignity left, I'd cry angry tears right then and there. "You don't know." I smirked. "And, man, do I wish you knew!"
The trip home was quiet. I was glad Yuya didn't try to pry anything from me or even speak when the red lights came. Even gladder he didn't ask when I stomped out of the building and roughly swung onto the back of his vehicle. I hugged his back the whole way, because he was squishy like the pillow I used to cry into, back home. Of course, I didn't cry, that was too childish for now. Then again, all that drama I had just produced was probably unnecessary enough anyways.
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notes
thanks for reading chapter seven; part three, its very much appreciated.
chapter seven; part three is a dedii for the unbelievable people in this world. people you hate, people you love. whatever the situation may be.