I watch everyone leave, while Sayaka stays in, always tense and put together. I think it's teasing time.
"Sayaka, dear, Come here." I demand.
"Y-Yes president." I watch Sayaka firmly walk over to me, looking at the ground.
"I have a date." I tell her, pretending to be excited.
Sayaka's POV
What? Kirari has a date..?
Kirari..
The girl I love..
All that teasing was just friends?
All the time she saw me blushing in front of her.. Useless?
She never really liked me.. I knew it.
She is straight.
I feel tears trying desperately to escape, but I suck it up.
"T-That's terrific pres-sident." I choke out, not able to maintain eye contact.
"Is something wrong, dear?"
I flinch at the nickname.
"W-Why do you call me dear..? You have a date with a guy and you are still teasing me.. You obviously don't like me.."
I close my eyes, and fold my hands around my arms, accidentally showing uncomfort, waiting for the lecture of hers.
Kirari's POV
She took those seriously? Why is she getting even more tensed up? Is she uncomfortable?
"Dear, you seem too stressed. Go to your dorm. You may leave." I say, coldly.
I watch her turn around quickly, shifting her hands to each of her shoulders, lowering her head, leaving.
I must follow her.
Sayaka POV
She hates me. Why do I even speak for myself anymore?
I feel tears emerging out of my eyes. Nobody in the halls but me, myself, and I. I run into my dorm, and close the door.
I finally let out what I was hiding in front of the president.
"WHY ME?" I yell, sobbing profusely.
I'm pathetic. To even think she would like me in the first place..
Kirari POV (sorry for the quick POV changes)
"WHY ME?"
I hear her sobbing. I have to do something. I didn't mean to hurt her.. I was gonna say I was joking— my cold side took the best of me.. I'm a horrible person. I must change that.
I burst open her door, to see her scrunched up in a ball, hugging herself, looking up in fear.
"Oh dear, are you okay?" I rush to Sayaka, and watch her immediately rub her tears, and get up.
"Yes President.."
"I can tell you arent.. That date thing was a joke, dear.. I didn't mean to hurt you."
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(her room, but the bed doesn't take up much space and there is a big desk near the entrance)
I sat on her bed, and signaled her to sit with me. She did, obediently.
Suddenly, I took her, and lay her head in my lap.
"Dear, please tell me what is bothering you."
I watch her burst into tears, and sink her face into my stomach. I take out her ponytail and shift my hands through her hair.
"I have an unrequited love."
She is in love?
"With whom." I demand. I feel jealousy rushing through my veins.
She sits up, her hair gracefully flowing through the air.
"You."
I sit in shock. I'm frozen. My heart is beating faster. Butterflies roaming in the pits of my stomach. Then, I smirk.
I watch Sayaka playing with her hair, anxiously awaiting a response, blush spread ear to ear. I grab her chin gently, and turn her head towards me.
I lean in, and push my lips to hers.
I let my hand go.
I grab her waist.
She grabs my shoulders.
We pull eachother together.
Our tongues wrestle for dominance.
Soon, she gives in.
I explore her mouth, she tastes of tea and sweets. I tease her, by biting her bottom lip, then she moans lightly while exclaiming my name.
