Rabies

Sharing Is Caring

  "Ya~miko-chan~!" My eyebrow twitched with irritation as I was walking down the hallway. I was headed outside to enjoy my lunch period in peace, but the fucking shithead was bounding toward me and waving his hand to get my attention. People were turning to look, wondering who was being so loud. Spinning on my heel, I immediately began to walk in the opposite direction. "Oi, Yamiko-chan!" He was creating a scene, knowing I hated it when a lot of people stared at me. It didn't help that school had resumed, and the qualifiers were coming up.

  Groaning as I pinched the bridge of my nose, I stopped walking since his hand had landed on my shoulder. Other students were staring, wondering why the captain of the male volleyball team was interacting with the rejected delinquent of the female volleyball team. I could see it now- In the near future, I'd be bombarded with questions concerning my relationship with Shittykawa by all of his stupid fucking fangirls. Well, unless they were too scared to face me, then that was one less thing to irritate me.

  "What the Hell do you want?" I asked as I glared at him while waiting for him to remove his hand. Ever since he had discovered my weakness, he had been trying to bribe me with Hamima chicken to get information out of me. I usually got out of it by snatching the food away from him before he had the chance to pull away and ran with it.

  "Eat lunch with me!" He said with a huge smile.

  "Fuck off." Brushing his hand off my shoulder, I began to walk away, wanting to leave before what I thought I smelled was confirmed.

  "O~h, Yamiko-chan~!" Shittykawa cooed, causing me to roll my eyes.

  "The fuck is it now." Turning around to look at him, I went wide-eyed at what he was holding. 'Shit, the fucker tricked me.'

  "I know your weakness, Yamiko-chan! So come on, let's go each lunch~!" The brown-eyed fucker gestured with his head as he turned around. Cursing under my breath, I followed the son-of-a-bitch while slouching and stuffing my hands into my pockets. 'God-fucking-damn you Iwaizumi! Of all people, you just had to tell Shittykawa?!' Glaring at the back of the captain's head, I hoped to whatever gods there were that my gaze would burn holes into the back of his head. That, or I'd at least find some way out of this annoying situation like I normally did.

  The staring eyes were irritating, and I felt slightly on edge, knowing that Shittykawa was up to something. He was always trying so hard to get closer to me to try and figure me out. The only three options I had as to why he did that were; 1) He was trying to grasp how I was so much stronger than him at volleyball. 2) He desperately wanted to be my friend. 3) Or, he was interested in me in the romantic sense- I prayed it wasn't this option because that would be annoying to no end, and I doubted it was the second due to the few times Iwaizumi had to pull me off of the brunette as well before I beat the shit out of him.

  "Come on, Yamiko-chan! You're gonna tell me all about yourself over lunch!" He grinned over his shoulder with his tongue sticking out and one eye closed. My eyebrow twitched with irritation and annoyance. This guy's obsession with information was....frustrating. Especially since he knew nearly nothing about me.

  "As if." I growled.

  "You want the chicken, don't you?" He waved the bag in his hand.

  "Fuck off...." I grumbled while intensifying my glare. Shittykawa just chuckled and turned back around while leading the way outside. Once stepping outside though, a familiar scent filled my nose that wasn't coming from the bag in the brunette's hands. Oh, thank the gods! Someone else had Hamima chicken! If I could find them, I could just take theirs instead of Shittykawa's.

  Without the captain noticing, I grabbed another girl and growled for her to silently follow behind Shittykawa. She happily obliged, being one of the many fangirls, and was ecstatic at the chance to have lunch with the brunette. Slipping away, I followed my nose around the outside of school. I didn't have to get very far though since the person that was eating the chicken was seated on a bench right next to a couple of drink vending machines.