Ever since the day Shiraishi kissed , she hasn't talked with or even ca to my class after saying all that poetic shit, "You're mine, that's all." "That's all there is to your stupidness!" is what I would've said if I t her again.
Yesterday Lilith told that Shiraishi was my target, and I also got to know about the fact that the na of the crazy ginger head was Shiraishi Suzuha. But I still didn't know anything about her as the best thing I did yesterday was stare at her.
Even though Lilith said that I wouldn't have to go through the pain of approaching her again, it was easier said than done. I had to think of a way to talk with her, at least since. But for that I needed to gather intel on her.
I had a slight image of her inside my mind, which was completely based on how she looks and the way she behaved. It appeared as if she was more of a gyaru than I could tell by those open shirt buttons and knee-high socks. She was actually quite hot, if I was being honest.
I decided to et with Kizhashi as she was the best source for to gather intel, so I told her to et after school and she didn't have any problems with it.. So, as planned, I was waiting outside the school gate.
It was half an hour past our ho ti so there weren't many students around , but still a few were leaving the campus now and then. The sun was setting too since winter was creeping upon us. The days were getting smaller.
The orange hue was illustrating the sky as the slightly chilly winds blew past while I could hear frequent chirping of birds. It was quite peaceful as I took out my mobile from my pocket and started fiddling with it.
"What is it?" I was looking through my texts when a sharp voice pierced my ears as I glanced towards the source and there stood the figure of Kizhashi with an annoyed look on her face.
The tip of her nose was red as she was wearing the cardigan of our uniform which was slightly bigger than her so she was holding the sleeves, as I asked, "The fuck you feeling so cold for?"
"None of your business." She shot back and started walking, as I put my mobile back in my pocket and walked behind her and asked her sarcastically, "Damn, that's how you greet others?"
She turned towards with a soft smile, which I knew was fake because she would never smile at like that. In a soft voice, she said jokingly, "No, it's just you."
Of course, it would just be because she hated even before she knew and after realising how I really am, her hatred for just multiplied. Though she was doing her part of the deal, we made correctly so I had no complaints.
We kept walking in silence as my eyes shifted towards her and she was smiling cheekily while covering her mouth with her oversized sleeves, which for so reason; I found very cute at that mont.
She turned towards and our eyes t as I slowly shifted my eyes towards the road and asked her, "Why is that every ti you talk with , you are pissed?"
I again gave her a side glance, as her eyes moved diagonally upwards and she appeared to be thinking about sothing. At last, a smile ford on her face as she replied, "I don't know… looking at you makes pissed off."
"Huh?" I looked at her with pure confusion as she chuckled to herself and asked in an annoyed tone again, "And what do you need? You don't talk with for months and then suddenly drop by."
What was she even complaining about? It's barely been three months since I t her and what the hell am I even supposed to talk about with her. We were completely different people at the far end of the spectrum. And I thought she didn't want to talk to . That's why I never really tried to strike up a conversation with her.
I looked at her with confusion as she shook her shoulders, expecting to say sothing. Narrowing my eyes at her, I said in a plain tone, "It's not like you would reply to my texts."
She instantly replied with a more confused expression, "Your texts are weird… how am I supposed to reply to them!?"
"Jeez…" I mumbled under my breath, as she rolled her eyes and kept walking with the annoyed look on her face.
What does she even want to do?
I rember that it was her request to not talk with when we were at school, but she was fine with talking with outside school. I was curious about her reasoning so I ended up asking, "What's up with you talking with after school but not in school?"
She glanced at and with a nod, she said casually, "It feels weird talking with you in school."
I had an idea as to why she would feel awkward talking with in school. And since the dynamic between us wasn't sothing normal, it would be difficult for both of us to talk with each other in school.
Both of us knew the hidden side of the other, but talking comfortably in front of others can risk its revelation.
"Because I'm weird?" I asked, and she instantly replied in a cheerful tone with a bright smile on her face, "Exactly!"
This girl sure loved ssing with , even though she could actually be telling the truth again. I couldn't care less about what her opinion about was, but it was still fun to tease her. "You… little piece of…"
"Kizhashi-san!" I couldn't finish my sentence as an unfamiliar voice broke our conversation by calling out her na. Both of us turned around and saw a boy standing there with an embarrassed expression on his face.
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