Chapter 3- メモ (note)
I patted my pocket only to feel nothing. I put my hand in my pocket to find it empty. I checked my other pocket- nothing. Thinking maybe I put it back in my bag; I frantically searched through my bag to find no lunch money, I'd even emptied the entire content of my bag and still couldn't find it!
I knew today was going too well, something bad was bound to occur one way or another.
Still determined to find my money and have my lunch, I scoured the corridors, the toilets, the entire school and came back empty handed. With ten minutes left of lunch, I plodded back to the classroom and slumped in my seat, defeated. How was I going to make it through the rest of the day? I swear I could already feel my face thinning like a skeleton.
My stomach grumbled extremely loud, like a whale's call, and I dropped my head on the desk, clutching my stomach.
"Have you not eaten?" I jumped ten feet out of my skin at the sudden voice beside me. (It was only Iwaizumi.)
"I lost my lunch money and couldn't find it anywhere! I searched the whole campus but still didn't find it!" I complained, my stomach also complaining.
"How much did you lose?"
(I don't know why he was concerned or the least bit interested in talking to me.)
"3000¥." A simple "oh" was my reply, then Iwaizumi stood up and left the classroom without another word to me. (Guess he had better places to be.)
He came back in time for lesson, not saying why he left or where he went or anything like that. I couldn't really focus on the work because I was really hungry. I felt like a dried mango, all shrivelled and dry. Right now I was so hungry, I'd even eat a raw potato. But obviously I'd have to pick the eyes off and maybe clean it if it's muddy.
My thoughts on the potato were interrupted my a light tapping noise on my desk. I saw a folded up note. I looked around for who threw it and met eyes with Iwaizumi. He looked at the note and gestured for me to open it and read it. I blinked a few times in confusion then did as instructed.
'Meet me by the gym after school.
-Iwaizumi'I looked up at him, stupefied. I'd never passed notes before in class, let alone been asked to meet someone somewhere after school!
For the rest of the lesson, I tried to think of what Iwaizumi could want. The most realistic possibility I could think of was extortion or that he secretly worked for a science lab who wanted to test me on why I was so (very) unlucky.
The bell went for the end of class and Iwaizumi was already gone (so fast!). I couldn't even see him in the corridors. Club was supposed to be now, but I wasn't in one at the moment. (The safest clubs seemed to be the less physical ones and ones without technology- like history or literacy where I could just spend the whole time hiding in the club room, reading.)
I arrived at the gym, getting a bit lost along the way, and saw a male with chocolate brown hair, his back to me, stood by the door (that's not Iwaizumi! Maybe I should casually pretend to be passing by..). I lowered my head and not-so-casually passed by, pretending not to notice him.
"Hoshino!" I froze and turned to see Iwaizumi (he was standing there, I just couldn't see him past the other guy).
"Iwaizumi, you wanted to see me after class?" I smiled, my mind bursting in anticipation for why he wanted to see me, creating impossible theories.
"Well you see.."
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FanfictionFalling over her awkward two left feet, she fell head over heels in love for the ace of Aoba Johsai- Iwaizumi Hajime. But she didn't know what she was getting herself into, I mean, how could he ever love a strange, clumsy girl who carries misfortune...