DEADLY DESIRES [D:C]

ELEVEN

•written by --makimuras•

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The entire day was torture for the girl. Never has she ever experienced anything like that. Her palms began to sweat each time Akira's eye's landed on her, stutters came out each time he said anything to her.

But who was to say Akira didn't feel the same way? Just by the girl's sudden change, he knew she had heard him the day before. He tried to strike up a conversation so that the awkwardness, that was floating in the air, would go away. But it wasn't working.

[y/n] sat in her last class, sweat dripping from her face. The thoughts from her dream kept coming into her head. The way she said Akira's name, the way Akira had called her 'princess'.

She almost wished it wasn't a dream.

She stopped, what was she thinking? Those type's of thoughts shouldn't be in her mind. It was a dream, only a dream. She didn't want it to be real.

She needed it to be real.

[y/n] gripped her skirt, lightly pinching the arm that gripped it. The same words repeating in her head, 'Stop thinking like that!'

Her heart began to race and more sweat drops fell down her face. She began to fan herself with her shirt, causing Miki to look over at her.

Miki's eyes widened, her face expression quickly turned from straight to now concerned. "Hey, are you okay?"

[y/n] nodded furiously, her hands resting on her skirt. "Y—Yeah. I—I'm fine," She whispered back, giving Miki a reassuring smile.

Miki stared at her before shrugging, not wanting to pry into [y/n]'s business. "So are you doing anything after school? Akira told me you might join the club," Miki whispered, a smile on her face.

[y/n] opened her mouth, planning to tell the girl she had to pick up Lana, but she couldn't lie to her new friend once again. "N—No, I—I'm free."

Miki nodded and asked yet another question. "Do you and your father have like a schedule? For picking up your sister?"

[y/n] nodded.

On Mondays and Friday's, [y/n]'s dad didn't work long, so he would take the time to pick up Lana.

Miki nodded, before returning back to her work.

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School was finally over and [y/n] couldn't be more relieved, but what she wasn't relieved for was being with Akira again. Once her and Miki made it to the feild, Akira was already stretching. The girl's on the bleachers stared at him, making lewd comments about his body, and how it was stretching.

Miki looked over and smiled, bringing up the same topic they always spoke about in the field. "[y/n] you should really run with us. Just for today, and if you don't like it, I'll leave you alone about it," Miki practically pleaded, a convincing smile on her face.

[y/n] sighed, she was glad she had packed her gym clothes in her bag. "Fine, why not?"

Miki smiled and jumped up and down. "Okay, go and get changed," She said excitedly, pointing at the bathroom stalls.

[y/n] walked over to the bathrooms, and Miki ran over to Akira, sharing the news.

"[y/n]'s gonna run with us today," She told him, a big smile on her face.

Akira froze in the stretching position he was in. His expression slowly turning worried. "Sh—She is?"

Miki nodded before staring at the girl's bathroom door, waiting for [y/n] to get out.

Akira gulped and stood back up, looking around the field for [y/n], suddenly noticing someone wasn't at the field. "Hey, where's Miko been lately?" He asked, cracking his back.

Miki sighed, looking back over at Akira. "Apparently she is sick," She said, turning her attention back to the door.

[y/n] finally walked out of the bathroom, a smile creeping onto Akira's face. He looked back down, his face was becoming red. [y/n] jogged over awkwardly, her arms wrapped around her chest.

The whispers of the men on the bleachers echoing in Akira's ears. "Look at the new girl, she gets hotter and hotter each day." Before the other boy could respond, Akira glared at the boys, his glare frightening both of the perverted kids.

Once [y/n] was over, she looked down, she was shaking. "E—Everyone is staring," She stuttered, her arms getting tighter around her chest. Miki reassured [y/n] by patting her shoulder, giving her a small smile.

Akira continued to look at the floor before quickly getting up, walking over to the starting line. Miki tapped [y/n] on the shoulder. "We should go to the starting line. Don't worry, you'll do great," She reassured with a smile.

[y/n] smiled and the two of them walked over to the starting line. The whistle blew, shocking [y/n], until she began running. She was behind Miki and Akira, ahead of three other people. [y/n] enjoyed it a bit, the wind flowing through her hair, the air hitting her lightly. She was close to the finish line and smiled, Miki waving her over.

She began to running quicker, and stopped at the finish line. Miki cheered and hugged [y/n]. "You did so w—" Miki stopped midsentence seeing a blonde haired boy standing at the fence.

She looked over at Akira, clearing her throat to get his attention. "Akira, your friend is here," She said, crossing her arms. Akira looked over, seeing the blonde haired boy staring back at him, pointing at the watch on his wrist.

Akira looked over at Miki. "I'm gonna be home late."