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Chapter 11: "I'm Done!"

God this took so long to write and it's unedited but I really hope you like this chapter.  I think it lightens up the mood a little bit and gives a break from all the angst that's been building up so far.

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        "That's it. I'm done! I am done," Sakura squawks at the center of the hallway.

        This draws everyone's attention, including Tooru, who was mindlessly walking beside her. The brunette turns to look at his girlfriend with a questioning gaze. She had stopped just before him. Tooru keeps a calm, casual posture and facade, raising a brow. He waits for the girl to elaborate.

        "And of course, you don't even say anything! Ugh, the nerve! To think I actually liked you!"

        Tooru feels all the eyes on him. Not only from Sakura but the spectators around him too. He feels an ounce of panic seep into his abdomen, causing a shiver to go down his spine. Tooru makes an effort to at least try and keep the thought of everyone out. He looks at Sakura with a sigh, remaining composed on the outside. "This is not going to be a fun day," he thinks to himself.

        She takes a deep breath before continuing, "I really tried my best, and you have just ignored me this entire week! I deserve more than what you have given me, and so I am done."

        Tooru almost burst out laughing right then and there. It takes all he has to remain stoic, yet he still allows a smirk to creep upon his face.

        "Oh, no! Whatever must I do?" Tooru asks in a sarcastic tone. "Little Miss. Sakura isn't getting what she wanted?" His smile drops and then quietly continues, "What a fucking tragedy."

        Sakura finally closes her loud mouth after a gasp in surprise. Tooru takes in a breath, not caring about much at the moment. He is reminded of all the pent-up anger and finally breaks.

        "So, what? Am I just supposed to pause my entire life at the drop of a hat? It is almost laughable at how much you truly think you are the most important human being in the entire FUCKING universe!" Tooru can almost hear her open her mouth, trying to squeeze in a rebuttal. He does not have the patience to listen to her voice again, and so he continues, "I have a life outside of your tiny, little, perfect world," rage boils up in the pit of his stomach, "and I have other concerns than making YOU happy." Tooru closes his eyes in annoyance, "And then you had the nerve to- You know what? I am the one who is done. Done with you , done with everyone, and whatever the HELL they may think of me. Goodbye, Sakura ," Tooru almost surprises himself at the amount of venom he puts in her name. "I hope you live a fan-fucking-tastic life."

        At this, the brunette turns away from Sakura, but not before getting a look at her shell-shocked expression. Tooru walks through the small path made by his peers. As he gets farther down the hallway, the crowds thin. The weight of the situation dawns on him. Tooru's heart rate spikes; all he can think is, "Shit, fuck, hell, why did I do that?" The anger drains out of him, anxiety spiking in return. He becomes hyper-aware of everything around him. Tooru almost feels the stares from his peers, like needles, slowly ripping him apart. They pick at his brain and into his soul. Tooru begins to walk faster as if to run away from the entire situation. "Why the hell did I do that?" he wonders once again. Dread flows through his veins as he tries to find a solution. He thinks through where he and Sakura were going. A lightbulb goes off in his brain, and Tooru remembers, "Right, it's lunch time."

        Tooru finds himself rushing to his friends' and his spot at the volleyball gym. His mind tries to hold onto his current destination like a short beam of hope. He makes his way out of the back doors and rounds the corner to see his little group of mates. Relief washes over him, and his heart begins to slow to a semi-normal pace. At the turn of his friends' heads, Tooru lets the corners of his mouth slightly upturn.