Bloody Lips

Jealousy II

I couldn't stop thinking of Reita being jealous over Mao... even though it's been a week. I don't laugh at the thought anymore, but instead, I kind of feel guilty. I don't know why. Maybe because Reita saved my life, and that he didn't deserve to be jealous? Maybe. But it was something deeper, I was sure of it. I would tease him sometimes, suddenly hugging Mao or spending more time with Mao. Kai and Miyavi would sometimes round up a game, and pairs me up with Mao in the end. It was crazy. Mao didn't seem to mind though, whatever makes me happy. We would hang out most of the time, and it was fun. He never ran out of jokes and stories, which I loved listening to. But the happiness was always cut short when I see Reita's blood red eyes peering right through my soul. There would be a sudden twinge of guilt, and he would look away. He would pretend to do something, or simply turn and walk away. It was weird on so many levels. As I walked to where Ruki and the others were, I suddenly remembered something. My wallet. Reita had it. "Miyavi-niichan, where is Reita-kun?" I asked. "Eh? Eto... Maybe he just got out of class..." Miyavi replied. I ran for it. I knew where his classroom was. On the way, I saw him near his locker. "Rei---" I stopped abruptly at what I saw. A freshman girl stood in front of him, her head slightly bowed. "Ano... Senpai..." she stammered. "Call me Reita-kun, onegai." he said. "A-ah. Sou desu... Reita... kun... can I borrow your necklace?" she asked. I felt my foot step back. "Eh? This one?" he asked as he touched the large cross that hung around his neck on a thick, silver chain. It was made of pure silver, and it had his name carved on it vertically. I knew it well because Miyavi himself made that for Reita. "Hai. That's the one." she replied. Reita looked down at it for a moment before looking back at the short girl in front of him. He bent his head down again, and his hands travelled to the back of his neck. He unfastened it, and carefully set it on his palm. He stepped forward until he was beside the girl, shoulder to shoulder. He pressed it against her stomach, and whispered something that I didn't understand. He smiled, and my head felt like it was on fire. I stepped back and ran. I ran to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in a cubicle. I leaned against the wall and sighed. My heart was pounding. What was wrong with me? It's alright if someone borrows Reita's necklace... right? I buried my face into my palms. I wasn't... jealous... wasn't I? I went out and washed my face before going back to the guys. I saw Mao, and immediately sat down beside him. "Are you okay? You look flushed." Aoi said. I nodded, and felt myself calming down. I turned to Mao, and he simply smiled. "Thank you." I whispered. He winked. I silently ate, and soon after Reita joined us. "Uo, Reita-kun where were you?" Ruki asked. "Somewhere" was his reply. He sat down, chatting casually with Miyavi. Maybe he didn't see me back there. "Oh, Reita-nee, where's your pendant?" Mao asked. Argh. "Eh? Eto..." he stole a glance at me before pretending to check on his shirt. "Oh, yeah. A freshman borrowed it." he said. "Some kind of scavenger hunt, I think." I looked away. I didn't like being reminded of the fact that I was jealous of someone that wasn't even mine to begin with. The school day went on as usual. A bit boring, but my head was spinning. It was good that there was only one assignment, or else the dizziness would get worse. I sat down on the sofa and started on my homework, not even bothering to change out of my uniform. I studied (or, at least, pretended to) in all subjects, even though I wasn't having any trouble with the lessons. I was trying to distract my mind. Away from that moment. Away from Reita. I flinched when I heard the door open. Reita walked in with only a white polo and dark jeans on. "Hey." he said. I didn't answer. I heard him walk behind me. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nanimonai." I mumbled. I heard a noise, and his lips were hovering near my ear. "Jealous?" he whispered. I gulped. "No." I said, but my voice broke. He laughed softly. "My, my. My hanayome is jealous..." he murmured as his fingers played with my hair. "N-no!" I protested. He saw right through me. I hate it. "You're horribly cute when you're jealous... It's hard to resist taking you when you're like this..." he murmured, and I felt his breath washing over my face. He kissed my cheek softly and went off.