Beautiful Boy

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Chapter 2~

Beautiful Grrrr.... Boy

I flipped through the pages of my manga with a burning rage. After reaching the end I let out a growl and throw it into the pile with he rest.

"In no manga is a girls first kiss taken by her best friend!" I screamed into my pillow. I love romance manga and anime, and from them I had a plan of exactly how my romantic life was suppose to go. Certainly not like this!

Maybe I'm a little naive but still, it really irked me.

"BAKA HAYASHI!" I yelled, I'm going to kill that girl tomorrow!

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I opened the class room door with a vengeance, everyone seemed to notice my flaming aura as everyone starred.

"Where's Hayashi I demanded.

"Oh he hasn't shown up." Mikado told me, everyone refers to Hayashi as a he because she lacks femininity. "What did he do?"

"That bastard stole my first kiss yesterday!" I growled.

"Aw, why don't you two go out?" Mikado suggested in her cutesy voice.

"Because, I'm straight." I answered, very annoyed.

"Ritsuki's straight too...." Mikado said, almost like I was missing something.

"Exactly... I swear that girl is ballsy." I felt the room grow cold as everyone starred at me white faced. The only noise was Mikado trying her best to keep from bursting out laughing.

"Fugi-chan, did Ritsuki not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Ritsukis a guy..."

.....

What.

WHAT!

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My body felt numb and my eyes felt heavy, "I can never get married!" I cried.

Mikado carefully sat me down onto a desk seeing how stressed I was. "Why not?"

"Once after Gym I asked Hayashi to watch my clothes! Sh- He saw me half naked!"

"I see." Mikado giggled, "Most people don't know this but Ritsuki is definitely a huge perv."

My sorrow turned into anger again, "I though she was my best friend, now hes a guy. I feel like everything I know is a lie."

I started to remember when Hayashi told me he, I guess, thought of me as the closest friend he had. I started getting angry because he never did anything with me, after a bit though I let it go, Hayashi was popular, I had to deal with it. But still, lying to your closest friend, that's cold.

"Well Ritsuki tends to not tell people that hes a guy, he likes to see how long he can keep them from knowing, noticing how close you two are I thought he would have told you." Mikado explained, I think she felt responsible for not telling me either, but its not like it was her fault. I nodded in agreement but before I could respond Hayashi walked into the room.

"Oh, hey Fugi!" He greeted, he was acting as if nothing happened.

For some reason, even though I was angry, I found myself really flustered.

"Ritsuki!" I growled, and walked past him, I didn't want to see his face, I'm so embarrassed. But it's just because that fool kissed me and lied, on top of that it's become obvious that Ritsuki really is pervert, I was just too clueless to see.

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I didn't really pay attention in class, my mind was some where else. I was questioning everything Hayshai had ever told me, I always knew she, er, he was a mischievous person, honestly I shouldn't have expected so much.

But the part that really sucks is that I'm really attached to Hayashi, even though I'm mad I would stay his friend.

"I'm so hopeless." I muttered under my breath.

"Excuse me Ms. Fugimoto, do you have something to add?" Sensei looked at me with an annoyed expression. I shook my head and picked up a pencil. In my notebook I wrote Hayashi's name.

I don't under stand why he didn't tell me in the first place, if it was ealier on it wouldn't have been that big of a deal. But now... he's been lying to me for about 6 months now. However, I want to hear it from his mouth...

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"Oh yeah I'm a boy."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!" I yelled grabbing his shoulders.

"You spoke so ill of men I thought if I told you, you'd hate me." Hayashi explained.

"But still that's so unfair!" I retorted.

"Isn't it your fault for assuming I'm a girl." Hayashi asked. It can't be, there's no way...

I'm the one at fault!?

"B- But you were so beautiful." I said loosening up.

"Just cause I'm a guy doesn't mean I can't be pretty." He explained, how self righteous.

"N-no way! This is still your fault!" I growled.

"Fine, fine, to make it up to you I'll do whatever you ask." Hayashi gave me a cheeky smiled, "you can ask for... special favors... too."

My face went red, "n- no way!" How lewd, he really is a guy.

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After spending a good amount of time thinking I finally decided what I wanted.

"Be my servant!" I demanded.

"K."

"W- what!? Shouldn't you not want to be my servant?" I asked, Hayashi really is strange.

"Nah, cause one day, I'll make you say, "kiss me", or "lick me".... or "more." He gave me a toothy smile and leaned in closer to me from his seat across from me.

"P- perv-" My face was flushed red and Hayashi raised an eye brow up at me, causing my words to become jumbled.

"I will never!"

"will too."

"W- will not!"

"Fine, I'll make you a bet, by the end of the school year I'll make you say it, and when you do I can stop being your servant." He rested his head on his hands and gave me another cheeky smile.

"Prepare to be my servant forever, cocky bastard!" I looked away from his suggestive glare.

"I'm not cocky I just know I can do it." Hayashi's voice sounded closer, I looked at him again and he was sitting on the table in front of me. He smiled at me but I frowned back.

"I won't loose." He promised.

"Neither will I!"

Hayashi nodded coolly then leaned forward, I closed my eyes tightly, my face went red.

"Your not resisting." Hayashi noted and I opened to see his face right in front of me.

"Sh- shut up, its not like I can stop you from kissing me." I whispered so no one else would hear me, as people were already starring.

"I've already won." Hayashi leaned down and kissed me before I could object. When I opened my eyes he stuck his tongue out at me.

Hayashi is really pretty, and looks like a girl, but right now, to me at least, he looks like a real guy.



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