CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU || Iwaizume h.

ch. 20

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" How could he possibly think that? Especially about her? I knew he was a dick, but not this much. Seeing her cry makes me even more furious, he was wrong, completely.

'I.. I'm so sorry. I know he's your friend, I shouldn't have...' she was cut off by lips being pressed against hers. "

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Iwaizumi? He had bent down and grabbed her by the shoulders. He couldn't handle himself from the thought that she could possibly agree with Shittykawa. Iwaizumi kissed her long and hard, it was a passionate kiss as well. Y/n didn't stop him, more like she couldn't from shock.

He pulled away, a cloud puffed from his mouth. "What the fuck?"

The two had turned to the gym doors, Iwaizumi still holding Y/n's shoulders. Oikawa stood in front of the gym, clenching his fist, my own best friend? He had felt betrayed, not only by Y/n kissing another guy, but by Iwaizumi. "What the hell Iwa?" Oikawa spoke, nearly yelled, walking towards his now ex best friend.

"Oikawa.. I.." Y/n began to speak.

"I don't want to hear anything from you. Iwaizumi, you knew how I felt, you knew everything." Oikawa had grown more angry the more he talked. He was about to yell in his face until..

"Shitty.. fucking.. kawa," the three had turned to the source. Amethyst stood there, holding herself back from beating up Mr. Pretty Face. "You.. will never speak to Y/n, if you want to get to her, you need to get through me," Amethyst pointed at herself, slowly walking to the scene.

She took the jacket and handed it to the two boys, "who's is it?" Amethyst turned to her best friend, who had teared up from her mistake.

"Kindaichi," she muttered.

"Another guy," Oikawa had scoffed at his name. Iwaizumi held a punch back.

The girls walked off, hand in hand. When they were far enough from the school, she then asked, "What happened back there?" It seemed that Amethyst was only there for when Oikawa yelled. Y/n stared at her feet for a while before answering, "He.. kissed me."

Amethyst groaned in annoyance, "That idiot." Y/n shook her head. Her best friend became shocked, "SPIKEY HAIR?!" Y/n looked back to her feet.

I never liked him in the first place, ESPECIALLY when he called me a bad friend, Amethyst cursed in her head, furious from the entire scene. "Do you want to talk about it at your house?" She offered, attempting to cheer her friend. "Can we go to your house?" Y/n asked, in hopes that it would come true. Amethyst smiled, nodding.

The rest of the walk to home was quiet, but a calm, comfortable quiet.

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Once the girls arrived home, they greeted Amethyst's parents and left to her room. "Can I borrow your clothes?" Y/n asked while setting her bag on the floor. Amethyst nods, "Pick anything you want."

Whenever Y/n came over to Amethyst's house, she would never bring her own clothes, mostly because Amethyst's clothes were much more comfier. This time, she had really needed the comfort to explain everything that had been going on.

. . .

They sat on the bedroom floor.

"So, what exactly happened?" Amethyst couldn't hold her curiosity any longer.

Y/n looked away to explain, "I didn't want to see Oik-" She was soon cut off.

"Do not use that name."

"... I didn't want to see him, and I had found Iwaizumi outside of the gym, so I used him to deliver the jacket. That was basically it," Y/n stopped, looking back to her best friend.

"What about the kiss?! You can't tell me that it stopped at just you giving the jacket," Amethyst had wanted to push the story.

To be honest, Y/n didn't want to continue because she'd then have to fully explain why she had cried that night of the date. She also knew that if Amethyst found out Iwaizumi learned what had happened first, she'd only despise the boys even more. However, there was still one thing Y/n couldn't wrap her head around, and that was.. she didn't stop the kiss.

She didn't stop it for two reasons: One, she was in too much of a shock to fight back; two, she didn't hate it, the feeling of him holding her tight, having a feeling of comfort.

"I.." Was she supposed to tell her? Or was she supposed to keep quiet?

"Y/n.. you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I promise I won't get mad, no matter what you say." Amethyst placed a hand on her knee, smiling. How am I supposed to not tell her?

"Amethyst, there is some food in the fridge. Me and your dad are going out now." Amethyst's mom bursts in the room, which interrupted the possible chance of Y/n continuing the story. "Okay mom, but can you knock next time? Y/n hasn't had the best day." And with that, her mom leaves the room with a sorrowful face.

"Now," Amethyst turns to her friend, "It's up to you."

They had stared at each other for a while, before Y/n explained the entire thing.

. . .

"THAT DICK HEAD. BOTH OF THEM. I'LL KILL 'EM," Amethyst aggressively stands up, as if she were ready to punch a wall. "Amethyst, calm down," Y/n also got up, holding her hands in a defense mode.

"That's not right, spikey hair can't just kiss you now that Mr. Pretty Face left you to the dirt! I bet they're working together just to get what they want.. a night from you," Amethyst had grumbled the last part, crossing her arms in the process.

I knew this would happen... "I don't care anymore, lets just forget about them, please?" Y/n begged.

"Whatever, I'm done thinking about them anyway."

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Iwaizumi's POV

I saw the two walk away quickly, and I had forgotten about my best friend, who was furious with me. "We're starting practice, now," he had never sounded more serious.

When we walked in, Oikawa shoved the jacket to Kindaichi. Great, practice was going to be annoying.

"Thanks.. Oikawa," Kindaichi broke his name into syllables, staring at him walk to the other side of the gym. I slowly walk up to Kindaichi. "What happened?" he asked me.

I looked away, nervous to admit to my screw up. I just put my hands in my gym shorts pockets and walked to coach, "I don't think Oikawa will be in the best mindset today, something... pissed him off." He looked at Oikawa then back at me, "Alright, whatever."

Practice had begun.

. . .

In the club room, we still hadn't talked. Once it was just us, I finally spoke, "Oikawa, can I explain myself?" I turned to him, only to find him clenching his fist, still packing his clothes in his bag.

"What is there to explain? You had kissed Y/n when you knew everything," he turned to me, " you knew, and you still stabbed me in the back?" I could only feel a sense of guilt digging inside of me. If only you knew what you did, I looked down to my own bag.

Oikawa rushed the rest of his packing and began to walk out the door. "She was hurt..." He stopped to turn to me, "she.. you.." Fuck, where are my words. "If she was really hurt badly, she would have come to me, not to you." And with that he walked out of the door.