Seven Days with You

Chapter 1

Mike pulled away from Sakura, tears beading at his eyes and she looked up, stunned. Shit shit shit shit...did she just say that out loud? She didn't mean to tell him that his perfume smells like his grandfather's. She knows that Mike easily get hurt but she didn't know just that statement got him over the edge. With a petty hmph, he got off of her and straightened out his tie, sniffing, all the while glaring at the girl. Sakura sat there, flabbergasted, gaping at him like a fish out of water as he stormed out of the classroom in a huff. "M-mike! W-wait up!" Sakura called out. Mike whipped around sternly, his tears now flowing down his cheeks like two endless rivers. "Don't even bother, Sakura," Mike screeched, eyes dangerously fierce, "It's over between us. I can't believe I thought you were special." Without a second word, he bolted out of the door, bumping into a badly-timed Isabel (Sakura's best friend) and muttering a muffled 'sorry'.

Isabel shot Sakura a knowing glance. Sauntering over to her casually, she sat down on the table propped before her, crossing her legs. "Sooooo," Isabel intoned in her usual singsong voice, "How long?"

Sakura sighed, banging the table frustratedly, "Three days."

Isabel burst out laughing, bending forward and kicking her legs up and down amusedly. "Three days," she mocked animatedly, after she had recovered from her fit, "that's a new low, even for you. Guess I win the bet...you officially owe me a large pizza with extra cheese."

Sakura rolled her eyes at her eccentric friend and yawned, stretching her hand high above his head. Dating sure was tiring and though she wasn't exactly happy Mike broke off with her, she couldn't say she was depressed either. It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders, both literally and metaphorically, and she enjoyed the feeling of not being attached to anyone. Isabel smacked her head hard with a textbook and she snapped to attention, eyes widened aggressively.

"Hey what the fuck was that for?" Sakura snarled, rubbing the back of her head sorely.

"You know, it's because you always say and do uncouth things like this that you constantly get dumped in a flash," Isabel said, pushing her spectacles upwards, an annoying habit of hers that Sakura had grown accustomed to. "It's time you get refined and put more effort in your behaviour."

"Well it's not my shitting problem if people get disappointed I'm not the kind of person they thought I am," Sakura ranted, "To begin with, they're always the one confessing to me first, it's not like I did anything to get their expectations high."

"It's practically a scam," Isabel countered, "There's a huge gap between your personality and appearance. When you're painting - it's hard to describe but - there's a certain air of serenity and peace surrounding you. It's beautiful...even though I know exactly how you behave, I still find myself thinking that. Everyone imagines you're the princess of their dreams, so you can't blame them when they get angry you turn out otherwise." Sakura remained quiet, contemplating her words. She hated it - people don't like "her" as a person, but rather it's all about her face, and she hated how superficial the human race was about it.

The duo sat there in comfortable silence, each occupied with different thoughts of their own when all of a sudden, the door burst open and Sasaki marched in, phone in hand. Sasaki stared from Sakura to Isabel and back again. "I'm not interrupting anything, aren't I?"

Sakura looked vaguely disgusted. "Are you shitting me? Never in a million years would I ever consort with this eccentric good-for-nothing Science-enthusiast. By the way I'm not even bi"

"Over my dead body!" Isabel added, distraught at the thought.
Sasaki nodded. "Okay, cool, chill. I just wanted to know if you guys wanted pizza since I heard a certain someone lost a bet." Sakura groaned in resignation but Isabel jumped around enthusiastically screaming "Pepperoni!", "Pepperoni!", "Pepperoni!" jubilantly.