Awaited Encounter

Part 2

Still in Akashi's point of view. I hope you enjoy 

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The ringing of the alarm made me twist and turn. The light blue sheets of my bed tangled around my bottom half. My eyes opened at a slow rate as my gaze settled on my alarm. Bright red numbers blinked as the small box vibrated on the nightstand.

Placing my hand on the electronic, I let out a groan. "Might as well get up."

I pushed my self up and hobbled out of my bed. The bright sun peered through my gray curtains. Inviting itself into my small apartment. First things first, I went into my kitchen and poured myself a cup of water.

The apartment has three rooms. A living room with a kitchen connected, a bathroom, and a bedroom. The pay isn't bad considering the spacey area. The only bad part is that it is a lot farther from my school than I would have liked. To make up for the distance, I take the train to class every morning starting today. Today is my first day of college.

I shook the bottle of pills in my hand and tapped some out. I placed the medicine on my tongue before washing them down with some water. Taking pills has been a part of my daily routine since I was young. At first it was a hassle, but I am used to it at this point.

My body leaned back against the marble countertop of my kitchen. The cold surface made me shiver as I glanced at the clock above. "I have half an hour."

Not wasting anymore time, I went to the bathroom and started to peel off my clothing. I then turned on the water for my shower and waited for it to heat up.

After my shower, I was left with curled wet hair and stinging eyes. I pressed my hand against my fogged mirror, wiping the residue off to see my reflection. My body is nothing special, slightly tanned and skinny. The only attractive feature that I have is my deep blue eyes. That and my curled black hair.

All and all I'm not very proud of my body. I am malnourished, exhausted, and the deep blue eyes I pride myself on don't even function properly. Walking out of my bathroom, I grabbed the towel around my waist and used it to dry my hair. Wet footprints smeared against the dark wood patterning the floor.

Once in my room I pulled out some clothes and got dressed. I ended up with a gray sweater and blue jeans that hung low on my thin waist. I need new clothes, that or I need to eat more.

I sighed at the thought and walked back into my kitchen. I put a piece of toast in the toaster, took out some jelly and smudged it on the bread when it was done.

My teeth gripped onto the bread as I prepared to leave. I placed my bag on my shoulder, slid my phone and wallet in my pocket, and left. The keys jingled in my hand when I shut and locked the door, "lets get this over with."

People crowded around the streets, all getting ready to start the day. I have never liked crowded spaces, but then again, I don't like people in general. I have only liked one person in my life, but they are gone.

The train was even more cramped, making me squirm in discomfort the whole way there. I checked my phone to make sure I was going the right way across campus. The school was like your average college, large and busy. Many students were making their own foot traffic across the campus.

It made me feel like an insignificant speck, which I loved.

I don't like attention. The fact that I can walk around without being so much as noticed made me pleased. My thin fingers pressed against the large wooden door of the auditorium. I was early so many seats were opened. I took a seat in the far-right corner of the room to make sure no one else would sit with me.

The lessons began with its usual painstakingly slow boredom. Most of the kids in this class were a year above me. I skipped a grade back in middle school, so I am used to the age difference. Not that it mattered. I will not be making any friends.

"Hey hey hey!"

My entire body froze from the voice. I turned my attention to the center of the classroom. There stood a gray and black-haired man leaning over and breathing heavily. "I... can't belive you started without me teach." The man panted.

My eyes grew wide from his voice, there was no mistaking it. Sure it sounded a little deeper... but... it has to be him.

"Mr. Bokuto, I knew you would cause a scene. The other teachers warned me about you." The professor scowled, pressing their hands on their hips.

The smile Bokuto made confirmed my suspicions. That and the teacher said his name.

"If you knew about me, why did you start the class? That's just mean teach!"

Laughter filled the room; most came from the girls in the class. The teacher sighed, "go sit over there, I don't want to see you anymore then I have to." My eyes widened as a sense of déjà vu washed over me.

No no no! This cannot be happening!

Bokuto bowed to the teacher before trotting towards me with a smile. He waved and nodded to other students in the room, showing his popularity. His reputation didn't surprise me, he was able to get a loner like me to open up.

I turned my head away not to face him, maybe I can ignore him this time. "looks like we will be desk-mates." Bokuto greeted. My face cringed as my body stiffened, looks like he hasn't changed a bit.

"Yeah sure." I blurted out, still not facing him. Bokuto leaned closer to me, "I have never seen you before. Are you new?"

Never seen me... wait what? I turned my head to look at him, making our faces inches apart. Once again, my eyes glued to his golden ones. The stare made my nerves flare. "You've never seen me before?" Bokuto tilted his head, not minding our close distance. "Well now that I see your whole face, you do look familiar, but nothing is ringing a bell."

That hurt. I never thought I would run into Bokuto again, but I didn't think he would forget about me. Was I not as important to him as I thought?

"Sorry but do I know you? I've had a pretty bad memory since an accident a while back."

The first thing I wanted to ask was if he was ok now. What accident could cause him to lose his memory? I have to admit, it makes me feel a little better knowing forgetting me wasn't intentional.

"No, no you don't know me." I lied, turning back to face the teacher. Him not remembering me makes things a lot easier. Now I don't have to relive the pain I caused him all those years ago. The day I left Bokuto and broke our friendship for good. 

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