My eyes stayed on the floor until I lifted them up and they landed on a student sitting in the back. He had slick dark brown hair and eyes, and I found them staring widely into mine. His lips were slightly parted open and his hand clutched tightly on the edge of his desk. That was the boy that I happened to bump into today with my schedule.
If I'm not wrong, his name is... Kenta.
January 19, 2015 // Monday // 2:52
Class finally ended and I feel like I am finally released from prison. It was almost time for club activities so I started heading towards the gymnasium. As I approached the large gymnasium door, I could already make out the familiar sounds of shoes squeaking and yelling of encouragements.
Practice already started this early? I thought as I look down at my watch. 2:55 PM it read. Just as I reach for the metal handle, the door slams open and I jump back, like an angered cat.
"Holy shit." I almost yell out.
The door was 2 centimeters away from crashing straight into my face. A tall muscular figure dressed in volleyball gear strolls out from the gym, laughing, clearing not aware of the situation. As he approaches me, I recognize him from the morning. It was the same guy that checked me out. The very thought angered me. I, Kiyoko Yoshida will not be looked down like this. And plus, by the way he was dressed, he was definitely a volleyball player on the boys team. Even though I don't even know his name, looking at him pisses me off. I can't wait till I spike a ball into his face. Okay, maybe that would be a little mean since he is pretty good looking.
"Are you o- Wait, aren't you that pretty lady from this morning?" His smile widened as he introduced himself. "I'm Daichi Tsukiyomi, 3rd year in case you don't know! And you pretty lady...?"
"Kiyoko Yoshida, 3rd year." I almost growl at him and then started walking towards the gym when he grasps onto my arm and suddenly yanks me back to him.
"Hey, why don't we have a little fun?" He whispers into my ear with a flirtatious voice. I tried to twist my arm away, but his grip tightens.
"I am warning you to release me before you regret ever touching me." I say with a dangerous voice.
"Hm... what can someone with a pretty face like you possibly do?" His hand starts inching towards the buttons on my blouse.
Okay, don't say I didn't warn you.
In one swift moment, I stomp on his toes and my knee hits his crotch. The grip on my arm disappeared. A few seconds, he is laying on the ground groaning in pain as his hands grip the area between his legs.
"Maybe next time you should learn to keep your hands to yourself," I mutter and glare at him.
"Hey what's happening here?"
Someone from the gym heard the commotion and footsteps from behind me approached us.
"Ah, Daichi what did I tell you? You need to quit flirting with everyone before someone seriously beats you up." The person laughs lightly. It was a laugh that made my heart beat. A laugh that was all too familiar to me.
I turn around and meet the dark haired boy in the eyes with my clear brown ones.
"Isn't this serious enough?" Daichi coughs and from the corner of my eye I notice him getting up.
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The Lucky Winner
Teen Fiction"You may not always end up where you thought you were going, but you will always end up where you are Meant To Be."
