Hating You

❑ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

"What's your favorite fruit?"

"Green!"

"...That's a color..."

You rubbed your neck, "I know...you said the first thing that pops into my head!"

Kazuo sighed, "okay lets try something more simple, do you have any siblings?"

"No."

"Good. How many fingers am I holding up?" He held up his left hand.

"Three."

"Perfect! Okay! Ready?" He leaned in and you did the same, mirroring his excitement. This was starting t get fun.

"Yes," you prepared your mind for whatever ight come out of his mouth.

"How many friends do you have?"

"Like 3 or 4." Well—you guess Akabane could be considered a friend and although you and Rio were on bad terms, you still considered her a friend, your best friend. However, you weren't suppose to consider anything with these questions, they were random.

"How much do you hang out with them on a regular basis?"

"Not a lot."

You tried not to bounce in you seat as you waited for his next question, "do you have feelings for one of your friends?"

"YesI—" You whipped your head around, looking at Kazuo as if he had betrayed you in someway.

His grin indicated he didn't see he'd done anything wrong—just like his damned nephew, you thought mildly.

You cleared your throat, "I meant no. I do not." Then you looked away, but apparently Kazuo wasn't buying any of your shit.

"Are you sure about that? Statistics say," he tapped his clip board, "that 95% of immediate responses are the truth." He looked up, "it's like how being really drunk loosens the mouth."

"Clearly that response was in the 5 percentile." It was wrong and he was wrong as well, you did not like anyone in your friend group, nor anyone at school. They were all snobs, a chuckle almost erupted from your throat, the only person you could think of was—no.

No.

No. You were not going down that road.

Never.

"Your body language says otherwise, usually the 5 percentile are thought out responses to thought out questions, and I've seen no indication to you knowing what my questions where going to be pre-hand, let alone saying remembered responses." He took in a breath, let it out, "of course that is only 3% of the 5, but the other 2 percent's are deemed crazy, insane, unstable, and therefore unable to give a suitable or logical response."

You were shaking your head, "I don't know why I said that," you looked Kazuo in the eye, "honest." He nodded, as if in understanding. Your mind twisted and you asked, "is it really relevant though?"

He shook his head, a small smile edged no his lips, "not at all. I am sorry if I have trodden into personal territory, though." And he looked like he actually meant it, thankfully, you didn't care all that much. It wasn't that personal, how could it be? You didn't even know who you supposedly liked.

There was one way you might be able to find out who it was, although you had speculations you could be entirely wrong. You wanted to be wrong, but your gut...

"Ask me who it is." Your face hardened and you looked determined.

Kazuo seemed as if he was going ask if you were sure, that now that you knew the question, you might say whoever you were thinking of. But instead he said, "another time." Your eyebrows knitted together, he must have seen because he said, "when you least expect it."

You nodded, fine with his answer. It did make more sense as well, but you didn't say anything. A timer in the back went off.

"Well, that's time." He collected his clipboard and shoved it into his satchel, "I'll see you next week." He smiled and you smiled back, then he waved and left.

Your parents cam out of there room as if they were listening in on your conversation. How rude. You thought. Then thought aloud, "why did he say he'd see me next week? He also didn't seem like the 'doctor' you implied."

Your parents looked at you with pained expressions, but you were pissed and they had no right to act as if your outburst was disrespectful. You glared, hoping they'd crack under the pressure. They did, much to your liking.

"He's a psychiatrist," they said. You gasped so loud you might have though someone was breaking into your house to steal your math notes.

"You two think I need to be diagnosed?"

"No...just..."

"We think you might be bi polar!" One of your parents yelled.

You gasped even louder, even going as far as to lift a foot of the ground, place a hand on your heart, and turn away slightly.

"Oh don't give us that." You glared, but your parent ignored you and walked into the kitchen

"Come on, I'm not bi polar, I just joke a lot." You walked into the kitchen as well.

"Yeah, but the way your attitude has been. We just want to make sure we know you're okay."

"I guess, but I don't need to continue seeing him!" Although now that you said it out loud... maybe you could glean Kazuo for information about Akabane, for blackmail purposes of curse, not t cure your curious mind. You cleared your A in our mind, of course that too would to would be great. Good. You thought, not great.

"And if you don' think you need to see him by then," one of your parent's was saying, but you had completely blacked out, and had no idea what they were talking about.

You cut them off and said, "yeah, sure."

They looked at each other, one of them frowning, the other smiling, "perfect, "the one that was smiling said.

You headed to your room, faster than usual, you might have even had a pep in your step. If Akabane ever saw you skip—you dreaded the day. You shut the door to your room and threw yourself on your bed to calm your fluttering heart.

Your phone dinged, it as still on the charger, you had been avoiding it for the past four days, ever since that encounter with Rio on Friday... You shook your head and reached for it, finding that you didn't feel sick when you looked at it.

The message was from your desk mate, they were saying something about how you had a big project coming up and if yo didn't show up the next day to discuss it with them, they would disown you permanently. You rolled your eyes and swiped past them 30 messages.

Rio popped up, it was a single bubble and all it said was, can we talk?

You stared at the screen for a long time, heaving a breath of something that sounded a lot like relief. You thought over your response, eventually typing back, when and where?