CHAPTER TWELVE

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                                                     (Tsukishima's POV)

 "Damn it!" Y/n said, scowling. She paused, took a deep breath, and then tried to smile. "Good game. You're a tough opponent. Doesn't help you're as tall as a dinosaur."

Hmm. I liked that metaphor.

"Good game. Is your ankle alright?"

She faked a surprised look. "My ankle?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. I'm not dumb. Your ankle is hurt, I can tell. If it wasn't hurt you would've won."

She rolled her eyes. "You look it though. And it's fine, don't worry about it." She quickly changed the subject. "So looks like you don't have to help me out with my homework then? You must be glad."

"What?" I asked, slightly confused.

"You know, you must be glad you don't have to help me." We walked over to the side of the gym, sitting down and taking our shoes off. I noticed her wince. "You don't like me."
Well, she was infuriating. I scowled, already regretting what I was going to say. "I'll still help you. I hurt you so it's only fair."

She raised her eyebrows. "Ok then, thanks. When can you help?"
"How about in an hour? I need to shower and stuff." What on earth was I doing? Why was I helping this irritating girl?

"Alright. Want me to go to your place or do you want to come to mine?" She seemed to pause after saying that, as if she didn't want me to go to her place. Well if she didn't want me to, then I was going to.

"Your place would be fine."

She hesitated. So I was right. "Ok." She stood up, still favoring her ankle. "I'll see you in an hour then."

"Alright. Oh wait, what's your address?"

"Uh." She blushed. "I don't know it? Can I text you?"

I resisted the urge to laugh at her. "Looks like you're more of an idiot than I thought. I suppose so." We exchanged numbers and then parted ways.

I went to Tadashi like I always did after practice because we walked to the bus stop together, but he said he was going to hang out with his girlfriend. I glowered, walking away without a word. 

I pulled my headphones over my head, listening to the same song that had been on repeat for the whole week. It was the song that y/n had played on the piano on her first day. I had listened to it so many times trying to convince myself that it had the same amount of passion as when she played it, but I hadn't been able to. I wanted to hear her play again.

time skippp

I knocked on the door, surprised at the vile music blasting throughout the house. I hadn't thought that would be her type. Nobody answered the door, so I knocked again, louder and longer this time.

The door slammed open and I took a step back. Some guy stood in the doorway. He looked maybe college age, and he was taller than me, which was saying something. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a beer in his hand. "Who are you?" He spat at me.

"I'm Kei Tsukishima. Is this where y/n lives?"

"Oh, are you the little bratt's friend? Nah, she doesn't live here."

"Well obviously she does," I said, rolling my eyes. "How else would you know her?" I was about to say something really snarky, but y/n appeared behind him.

"Tsukishima!"

The college kid leaned back, looking at her. "Ah, baby doll finally came out of her room." He leaned forward, grabbing at her wet hair. She slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me," She spat. "C'mon Tsukishima." She leaned around the guy, careful not to touch him, and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house.

When she grabbed my hand I felt a zing of electricity run through me, and I froze up, shocked. But she pulled me up the stairs, forcing me to move. Her hand was cold, and I instinctively held on tighter, trying to warm her up.

We went up the stairs, and the guy followed us. "Wait up y/n, sweetheart," He drawled, reaching around me to try to grab her as she opened her door. 

What the hell was this guy's deal? I blocked his hand with my free one, stopping him from touching her.

"Leave her alone. She doesn't want you around," I said, glaring up at him in the small hallway.

"Don't tell me what to do, bratt." He reached around me again, but y/n was already in the room and yanked me in after her, shutting the door behind us and locking it quickly. I heard him trying to open the door, rattling it, but when it didn't give I heard him walking down the hallway, leaving us.

I turned to her, shocked to see her eyes were wide and her breath was coming fast. Well actually, I shouldn't be shocked. That kid was crazy. "What the hell was that?" I asked, looking down at her. She was trembling. I was still holding her hand.

"I- it was nothing. Thanks for coming over." She let go of my head, stuffing her hands under her armpits in a defensive position and backing up. "So I need help with my Japanese reading; I still suck. And while you're here I could probably use help with math..."

"Y/n, don't change the subject! Who is that kid? I'll shove his conceited little stuck up personality right up his-" I started to say, but she cut me off.

"He's the son of the woman housing me, now please, leave it alone." She looked up at me, bright e/c eyes begging, and I scowled. I couldn't resist. But I would get the information out of her. Eventually.

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