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During lunch, I can't help but just admire him. That cream soft skin and those dazzling blue eyes.. He's so precious to me..
Suddenly a girl from my class, Hana, Hana Fujikawa, the class clutz, crashes into my table. ...What.
The clumsy girl quickly picks herself back up. "SORRY-! Er- uh, was my voice too loud? I didn't mean to crash into your table I swear..-! Sorry I was so clumsy.. Oh, you're the girl who sits two seats from me right? What was it.. Anemi? Ake.. -? Akemi, You're name is Akemi right?"
It took me a moment to process how much she said all at once. Why can't you just let me sit here in peace so I can admire senpai?! Sigh "Yes, Akemi, my name is Akemi."
The girl continues talking to me. I want to leave SO badly.. Can this girl like, I dunno, LEAVE?!? "Oh uh, my name is Fujikawa Hana."
"I remember."
On the first day of school, when Hana had came through the doors she crashed through, not one, not two, not five, but SIX desks. Her bag nearly flung into my face, but luckily I dodged it, not so luckily the bag hit the person to the left of me, Mr. Arrogant, a.k.a., Yuji Harata. Hana nearly spent an hour apologizing until he finally forgave her. Crazy. I know.
"I remember.. when you crashed into those desks"
"I know, I know, I'm just too clumsy for my own good.." She pouted a little
And then, she sat at my table, blocking my view of senpai. Crying internally. Ughhh The only good thing I had left to do was eat my lunch, trying to ignore her, and I drink my mango juice.
*Time skip*
At our next class we had writing. Lots of writing. A LOT OF WRITING. And it wasn't even for grade but our teachers made us do it. I absolutely HATE writing. My hand writing isn't good enough and it's less pretty compared to Hana's and Yuji's writing. I know right HANA? The clumsy one? She's got better handwriting than me.
I start to die quietly, but then I notice Haruki in the corner of my eye, looking stunning as always.. But.. He's talking to, Mei-Chan.. Again.. Again.
He doesn't like her right? Not more than he likes me of course. Right? RIGHT?!? What if she likes him.. What if they get married.. That's impossible.. That could.. Mei-Chan holds Haruki's hand.. never.. Mei-Chan tells him something.. happen..?
By the time I'm done thinking about him, class had ended and I only managed to get two words on my paper. MY FIRST NAME AND LAST NAME. Fudge.
