I Don't Trust You... (JR) BOOK 1

Chapter 2

Hiroki's POV: (the next day)

         "Hiro-san! Let's go buy a frankfurter together!" Nowaki grabs my hand and pulls me to one of the stands.

    "Baka! Slow down a little!"

     He smiles down at me and squeezes my hand. "Ah. Sorry, Hiro-san! I'm just so excited!"

        He closes his eyes and smiles, continuing to pull me forward. I roll my eyes as he buys two frankfurters.

    "Honestly, Nowaki. How can you be so excited?" I ask. He smiles at me and hands me one of the Frankfurters.

    "I told you: it's because I wanted to experience this with you."

     My cheeks go warm and he puts his hand on my head, ruffling my hair a little. I look down. How can that one statement make me so happy?

    "...Baka...." I say, my cheeks growing a little warmer. I hear him laugh and grab my hand again.

   "Come on. Let's go see the fireworks!" He exclaims. Before I can say anything, he runs forward, pulling me with him.

    I smile a little. He can be such a little kid, sometimes. But, I'm glad he's having fun. It makes me happy to see him smile.

          Nowaki comes to a stop, so suddenly that it causes me to stumble a little. Once I straighten myself, I look up at him, confused.

"Oi, Nowaki! What's wrong?" I ask. He doesn't look at me, nor say anything to me. He's looking straight ahead at something. I follow his gaze and frown a bit. What's she doing here? And what's going on?

Zoe's POV:

Why did I even bother coming here? It's not like I even like Festivals anyway. I just came here for free food.

I sigh as I look around. They were all dressed in elegant Kimonos. The girls either had their hair in a neat bun, or flowing freely around their shoulders.

I look down at my dirty skinny jeans, old combat boots, and dirty white T. I must stick out like a sore thumb, huh?

Oh well, it's not like I came here to impress anyone anyway. I don't really care how I look anyway.

"Hiro-san! Let's go buy a frankfurter together!" I hear someone yell. I turn my attention towards the voice and my eyes widen slightly.

In front of me, I see the stranger who gave me the gloves that one night and the other guy that I was rude to. I mentally face palm.

Why do I have to run into them in a place like this?

I instantly turn away and start to walk in the opposite direction, but then stop. Hmm. This could be the perfect opportunity to give him back the gloves.

I turn back around. I'll just give him the gloves, nod my head in thanks, then leave. Simple enough.

My attention goes toward them again and I take a couple steps forward. Before I can interrupt their conversation, I feel a hand clamp down on my arm, causing me to stop abruptly.