Chapter 5

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Kagami

After losing my composure towards Adrien, I focused on sparring with a few fencing partners. I watched as they failed to fix their balance and failed to strike me. It's as if they feared me. They don't compare to Adrien, but currently I don't want Adrien as a partner. Not until my head is in the right headspace. Unless I'm level headed we won't be able to converse about our separation.

Fencing practice had ended rather quickly, Mr. D'Argencourt was told that his wife was in labor. Which meant he had to leave right away. He had called a replacement who was already on standby and requested them to watch as we cleaned up.

My mind swims back to Adrien and his innocent eyes. Our time together reminded me of ice cream melting, it was sweet while it was whole and messy at the end. I've only had one disappointing factor in my life and Adrien had made it two. Before, he told me that he wasn't going to change his target, but a few weeks later something had changed. He started to give me more attention. He was everything I believed I wanted, but now I'd like to go back to the way it was before, when we were friends. Just friends.

It was easier then. There were no heartbreaks yet and we could fence at our best all the time. We spar regularly and he is the best partner to have. Even if he's too predictable sometimes. I do miss our talks and I miss the small moments we had shared.

Our time felt short and I felt cheated, but that was just an excuse to hate him when in reality I shouldn't. My hand clenches when the memory of pushing Adrien hard against the pole flashes through my brain. The guilt weighing me down and the thought of Mr. D'Argencourt coming to rectify the situation. It's hard to speak to Adrien when the wound still stings.

However, in order for me to move on I must face him. I've come to understand that Adrien is in love with someone else without realizing it. That's why he wasn't committed like I was. It hurts to think about, but it's a good kind of hurt. It's a way that I can possibly start over. Perhaps mend together what we lost? If I have enough willpower for that.

Logan's face popped into my head and I felt the flutter in my stomach. His copper hair and those bright iris's of his. They put me in a trance each time I see them and his woodsy scent fills my whole body. He's beautiful, every inch of that boy is breathtaking. I sigh and only because I can't fully place my heart on a platter to be destroyed. I need to see if what he said is the honest truth. We have to start at the bottom and work our way up.

All my thoughts spiral and finally I see Tatsu pull up as I clench my bag tightly in my hand. My mother is seated in the back as usual and I place my bag in the trunk before I slide in. My eyes look back at the school doors and see Adrien looking at me. He waves and shows a sincere smile. As a force of habit my hand shoots up to wave at him, but I stop it in time and close the trunk. He stares as I open the car door and all I do is glare.

"Kagami, how was fencing practice?" My mother asks as I take my seat.

"It was educational as always, mother." She demands Tatsu to take us home. Her hair is tied back still and she hasn't changed out of the clothes she wore this morning. I wonder if she had a busy day.

"How was your evening, mother?" Maybe I can stall her for a moment, before I tell her the bad news.

"It was just like any other day. Did you get your results?"

"I did." My hands clenched tightly as I breathe in, "I-" My body lurches forward and my seatbelt locks digging into my skin. It reminds me of the stinging invisible stinging wound I have.

There is a car racing down the intersection and a few of the police cars start to chase it. How arrogant can a person be? Racing may have a thrill to it, but are the consequences worth it? Growing up I remember my mother telling me if you're going to strike first, be sure it's the last. I always took it as if you prepare accordingly then nothing can go wrong. That man didn't seem to prepare accordingly.

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