(Y/N's POV)
I hate them.
All of them.
After storming out of the classroom, I came home, curling up against my warm bed and pillow, thinking about the situation.
Seriously, what was wrong with them? Do they never work? Do they never try their best?
"Y/N? Are you okay?"
It was Mom. She had quietly entered without my knowing, and I quickly jerked my head up to face her.
"Mom!" I groaned, knocking my head back against my soft pillow, "Didn't we talk about you having to knock on my door when you come in?"
She apologised and came in sitting next to me on the bed, stroking my head with her gentle fingers.
"How was your first day of school? I got a call from your teacher that you got detention..." Mom asked kindly, not reacting like the Mom I thought she would be.
I turned and buried my face into her lap, inhaling the sweet smell of citrus and oranges that I had always loved.
" It wasn't my fault." I quietly grumbled, Mom barely hearing my words.
" What's not your fault? Detention?" She quickly answered, still stroking my hair as she did when I was a child, " Of course I know that. My Y/N would never do that kind of thing in her lifetime!"
Hearing that, I quickly sat up and stared into her eyes - the Y/E/C eyes I had inherited from - and said,
"Really? You really believe me that it wasn't my fault?"
Smiling with her cute dimples, my Mom answered,
" Of course, my darling! I KNOW you wouldn't do that."
With that, I collapsed into her waiting arms and held her for a long time in her embrace. Rocking me from side to side, my mother enveloped me with those long, thin arms. I buried my face into her neck and sighed contentedly.
After a few silent moments of her holding me, she finally asked,
"So? Who made you have detention?"
Finally leaning out of her grasp, I looked into her eyes, hesitated then said,
" I'll tell you sometime, Mom. But -" I looked into her concerned eyes and couldn't bear myself telling her about those 7 boys,
" Maybe some other time."
"Are you sure you're going to be OK?" Mom asked, concern brimming around her almond shaped eyes.
Gathering courage from my kind mother, I nodded confidently, smiled, and answered,
" I'll be fine."
-- The Next Day --
(Koya's POV)
Y/N's been avoiding me for the whole day.
We both have the same classes for a day, and even though millions of girls are suppressing me, I can see that she's not looking.
Not even sparing a single glance upon me.
I guess she's keeping her word on never talking to me again.
But...
I want to talk to her.
Apologise to her.
Thinking back on my idiotic actions, I could see how she was angry at me and the other boys, and how ungentlemanly the whole situation seemed to be.
