Post by ItachiRockstar on Dec 7, 2008 22:46:20 GMT -6
::Natsumi::
"But Sumi-chan you promised..."
Natsumi smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "I know I promised but I honestly didn't think we'd be assigned so much homework. And then a project?" Natsumi put her hand on her hip and turned her head up slightly. "As much as I'd like to help you plan your birthday party...I just can't."
The girl's head dropped in defeat. Natsumi bit her bottom lip with guilt and put a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm earnestly sorry, Risaya. However being a senior isn't all its cracked up to be."
"I-I understand." The girl mumbled and turned to leave. "But I'd like it if you helped with decorations at least." Her cheeks turned a shade pinker as she added, "For some reason, people can't seem to keep it together unless you're yelling your head off."
Natsumi shrugged, her lips teased with a smile. "Some people like being submissive."
Risaya giggled and left Natsumi standing alone. With a quiet sigh, she shifted her load of books to her right arm and started towards the Sun Dorm. One of the good things about being a senior, only three classes a day instead of the lower classmen requirement of four. She glanced down at the books in her hand from time to time.
'Ugh...I guess I should start on it now...'
With a relunctant sigh, she turned on her heel and headed for the campus library. When it seemed like years had passed and she felt like she might have missed her graduation, she packed up her things. Though she had aimed to finished everything in one sitting, she was still left with an English essay, her Algebra II project, and that blasted worksheet from Economics that didn't make one lick of sense to even the librarian.
A dull familiar, roar reached her ears. She groaned. "Fangirls."
In the previous three years of her attendance, she hadn't the foggiest idea of how to avoid the evening fangirl rush to watch the Night Class students walk to their classes. Now she knew that her only chance at surviving that god awful stampede was to simply go straight to her next destination after her last class for the day and pray she could make it to her dorm before six.
She sighed with resignation and leaned up against a tree to watch the parade. What choice did she have? She could try to head the distracted girls off now...but she'd have to pull class rank later just to get up to her room since the girls would rush to their rooms and continue their fangirl parties. "Uggggh." She rolled her eyes in annoyance. Of course, she had admitted to herself in her sophomore year that it wasn't that the other girls annoyed her with their foolish admiration for those who didn't even seem to acknowledge their existence.
It was the fact that, for that one long drawn out moment of every single school day, she had to take back seat to a group of people of whom she had no hopes of ever belonging to. As silly as she knew it sounded...she hated that she turned into a nobody in comparison to them. The whole lot of them--graceful, beautiful, and utterly flawless--were angels if compared to her plain form. She hated that more than anything. Being compared to anyone was the ultimate insult. Yet if she ever had to stand and watch them parade to class...she was unable to stop herself from comparing them to herself in her own head. They were so beautiful and handsome that even they made her feel insecure and question her own looks.
She tightened her hands on her books and muttered obscenties as she watched the most popular one, the loud blonde blue eyed angel that (despite her wishes) mirrored herself so well she once compared herself to him in a fangirl discussion and immediately was praised for being so much like the "Idol". She wanted to kick him for it. The thought of causing him some sort of pain to that apparently dainty body made her smile.
"Bang!"
She gritted her teeth as girls went crazy as Aidou pretended to "shoot" them. 'God I'd give anything to shoot one of them for real.' "Stupid fangirls."
It was like a scene out of some stupid teenage movie.
Aidou suddenly stopped as if he had clearly heard her, turned in her direction and smiled brightly.
Natsumi's eyes widened with horror as he lifted his arm and pointed that accursed finger at her. "You wouldn't dare..."
Surely he couldn't have heard her. But the mischievious smirk led her to believe otherwise. His lips formed the word as his thumb mimicked a trigger being released.
Natsumi stood there, smoldering with hatred as all eyes turned towards her and the cries of jealousy and hurt rang through the air. Aidou blew the imaginary smoke from the tip of his finger and carried on.
"I am going to kill him."
