Imagination

6. Attention Span

Oikawa

"Just leave, idiot."

I stared into her emerald eyes, not wanting to lose the connection. The fact of the matter was that I was toying with her heart, and instead of it hurting her, it was hurting me. It was as if this girl read like a book, and knew exactly what I was going to try. And that was something I quite admired about her.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say," I reluctantly murmured, swallowing lightly to get the lump out of my throat. I turned around and began to walk towards her room's exit, the stinging irritation not going away.

I paused at her door frame, and almost ran back into her arms. If it wasn't for the scoff of regret I just pushed out, it would have been over.

I had no intention of loving this girl, but it was just painful to try and flirt with her with no consequence.

I had no problem harmlessly grabbing girls' hearts, and then keeping them on hold for a while, but still. It was as if she was the only one I genuinely wanted as a friend, and not just another concubine of one of my many experiments. I couldn't explain the feeling exactly, but it was something weird, and out of place.

I shook my head and let out a heavy sigh. As I walked down the stairs of her house, I shut my eyes with guilt, wishing this moment never happened.

My hand reached the door handle of the entrance to her complex, and I looked back up at the stairs. With regret filling up in my heart, I opened the door, and exited Miya's place.

With the loud bang signifying that I had left her all alone once again, I smacked my hands on the sides of my face. I usually never felt any guilt for flirting with someone, but with her, it just felt cruel.

I didn't like her in any romantic way, even though I sent semi-clear signs that I was interested in her. I knew she was smart enough to figure out what type of person I am, but still, I felt the remorse of toying with her. And that was weird. Crazy weird.

I wiped the awkward feeling off my shoulders, and stood up straight. All she was to me was a tutor for English, and nothing more. Granted, also a potential friend that I wanted, but for now we were just acquaintances. At least, that's what she was thinking, if I guessed. I already considered us friends, but if she didn't, I'd go by her words.

I began the walk back to my own house, and pulled my phone out of my bag. It was still bizarre that she didn't take it away from me, but I was never on it at her place. The fear of someone going through my messages and recent calls was something I couldn't trust, even with my own mom.

Yep. I sure was paranoid.

I pressed the home button quickly, and grinned as the screen glowed the familiar white colour I loved. However, what made this moment even better was the message displayed on the notification center, which made a bright grin form on my lips.

I pumped my fist in the air, a satisfied smirk sliding onto my face. The girl I had exchanged numbers with from last December's Korean Exchange Program had finally responded to my message from a few days ago, and I was positively ecstatic.

She was staying here for seven months, leaving somewhere in June. I met her last month during my nephew's volleyball camp, and never wanted someone's number that badly.

I mean, not only was she drop dead gorgeous, but she was also interested in volleyball from what I could tell. Well, she was picking up her house family's son from practice, and I ran into her.

We talked for a bit, and I was lucky enough to catch her name. Lisa.

God, what a perfect name for someone like her. She truly was someone that I definitely fell head over heels for in less than a day, so I had to ask for her number.