An Angel With A Tennis Racket

You Wanna Die?!

I have the I-don't-give-a-BEEP look on...Joking. Joking.

I have the I-don't-care-about-what-you-have-to-say-but-please-for-the-love-of-God-leave-me-in-peace look on throughout the bus ride to my house. Luckily, my brother let me sit in the window seat. Otherwise, I was definitely going to murder half of the people on the bus.

Literally.

I mean, come on!

More than 18 hours in the air. Jet lag. Hungry. And, of course, extremely annoyed.

'I am seriously...dying,' I thought to myself as I stared out the window at the passing cars with passengers gawking at the buses. Who wouldn't?

With a sigh, I took out my headphones. "I'm going to take a nap. Please wake me up when we get home."

Nii-sama nodded his head, allowing me to leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. No one dared bothered me then, because if they did, there would definitely be countless of burial sites with the placard, " (NAME) - for disturbing a girl in her sleep."

For what felt like a really short nap, I was wakened up by the smell of hamburgers. Hey, I did mentioned that I was hungry.... I didn't dreamed about it, I swear! Okay, maybe a little. But to be more specific, a Big Mac. With a large serving of fries and a can of coke.

Opening my eyes, I stood up from my seat and scanned the tennis players. My brother looked like he was praying. I lowered my headphones onto the crook of my neck when I saw the source of the smell.

There, at the back of the bus, Momoshiro and Echizen were eating - scratch that - 'swallowing' hamburgers, one after the one. I wonder if they were even chewing them. As I stared on silently, Kawamura slowly handed me a newly wrapped burger. His hand was shaking slightly as he looked down at his feet.

I looked at him for almost a minute - I think. My brain wasn't working properly. I just woke up. Don't judge me.

"....." Without a word, I turned back to the front and sat down, putting my headphones back on. I wasn't going to say anything, but then I saw the reflection of Kawamura, who was still standing there with the burger in his hand. "......Eat it, senpai." I glanced back to him. "You only have one, right?"

Kawamura opened his mouth and said something, but I didn't bother taking off my headphones. Looking at his lips, I just nodded my head before turning back to the window and looking out of it.

'Oh, um, thank you...but are you sure you aren't hungry?' he had asked and I had replied with a simple nod.

There was a sudden bump and my headphones slipped from my ears.

"Tezuka's house?"

"..."

"They're staying together?!"

"....."

"Oh my god! Captain!"

"......."

"Wow, Tezuka, you move fast!"

".........."

"When are you two getting married?"

"............."

"Oh wait! Did you two already do-"

That person, whoever it was, never get to finish his sentence as I heard a painful shriek after the thud of a familiar sound....probably my suitcase.

"Haruka, we're here."

Looking up at Nii-sama, I nodded my head and stood up, noticing that most of the players had already gotten off. Do they all live nearby or something?

Nope.

That wasn't the case.

When I got out, I was attacked - or to be more accurate and to not over exaggerate - greeted again by the Seigaku tennis players, together with those from the other schools, all with newer and much, much more personal questions.

I didn't care much about them. I literally just ignored them.

But one struck me.

"What happened to Blake?"

At that moment, I forgot how to breathe and turned towards the person that had asked me that question but I couldn't tell who it was. There were just so many. As I started panicking, my brother stepped in between me and them, glaring at them all at once.

"Do you all wanna die? Go home. My sister needs to rest."

There was a moment of silence before they all perked up again, but at least they get the point that I was tired and seriously needed sleep. So, they swarmed my brother instead.

Putting my headphones back on, along with a pokerface, I casually strolled towards my house, hands in my pockets.

Why would I rush when I cannot hear them?

Whenever I feel awkward or scared of the paparazzi - of what they might say, of what they might ask - I would always put on my headphones, turned the music up to its max, and imagined that I was an alien. That I don't belong. That I wasn't supposed to belong. That I don't need to feel like I belong. No need to fit in. No need to care what people think. No need to answer. No need to run.

If I could just do that...I wouldn't have to run up the stairs to my room as soon as the front door closed behind me. I wouldn't have to slam my bedroom door shut, locked it and slumped down into my bed...and just...cry.

If I could only do that...right?

Could this day get any 'better'?

.....I had to jinxed that.....