In the end, I failed to tell her that I had somehow grown attached to her in such a short amount of time. However, I didn't regret not telling her. Come to think of it, a confession this early would be way too weird and it would most likely make her feel uncomfortable.
I've just remembered that our lives were too different and though we lived on the same land, they were basically worlds apart. She was a lot younger than me and that alone can distance us. She was still in school too.
As I tossed and turned with my head half asleep, I decided that it's best ignore whatever it is growing inside of me for her. I practically ordered myself to just forget about it and act like I had never felt that way in the first place when morning comes.
I made the bed as soon as I woke up and hopped right into the shower. I felt much more alive after deciding that I should just clear my head and moveon like I hadn't even met the girl with the name I dared not to think of or speak.
Work went well and everything was going smoothly. Final scenes were needed that day so basically it was the final day of shooting. I was pumped since I could finally just go about my life freely again without having to worry if I get someone's affection or not.
Well, I thought I was going to be okay not until I saw Sakurada leaning way too close to the girl I wanted to ignore and forget.
There is no fucking way I'm letting him kiss her.
I marched my way over to where they were and cleared my throat before walking closer. They haven't noticed me yet and it seems like Sakurada won't be stopping on his own accord.
"Shouko." I called out to her, the name sending shivers all over my body.
Shouko jumped out of her seat, her face all red in embarrassment. "O-Oh...N-Nijiro..."
Goddamn. My name sounds so good coming out of her pretty little lips that I almost forgot the reason why I even called out to her.
I looked at Sakurada who sighed and shook his head before standing. Tough luck, dickhead.
"Let's go, I'll take you home." I said, reaching out to her but this motherfucker beside us decided to butt in.
"It's okay, I'll be the one to take her home." He said with a fake smile that apparently only I could see through.
I gave him a look but he continued on playing dumb. There was nothing stronger than my urge to just fucking smack him right in that smug face of his.
"I'm sorry, I'll just take a cab."
Both of our heads turned to the girl who spoke up all of a sudden. Things probably didn't look too good and that's why she decided she'd rather not go with either of us.
"But..."
"Shouko..."
I couldn't say anything more than her name, my head was just too much of a mess at the moment. Before saying anything else, she nervously smiled and shook her head at us.
"I should get going now, you two drive safely."
Before I could get a chance to stop her, she quickly walked away to the exit. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Well, at least she told me to drive safely.
God, help me. My fucking heart just fluttered at those two words. I could feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment and it's not even like she actually cares about me. I am so fucking whipped.
Realizing I was still with Sakurada, I turned to him with a cold look. I wanted to make it clear to him that I like Shouko and whether she likes me back or not, he'll never have her. Not when I'm around.
YOU ARE READING
デカセクト
FanfictionDecathect in American English. (ˌdikəˈθekt) transitive verb. to withdraw one's feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss. WARNING: THIS IS A SHITTY FANFIC WITH CHEESY ASS WORDS. I DO NOT RECOMMEND R...