The next few days passed by slowly. Nothing happened. There was no cheer practice, no games to go to. Nothing.
Bored out of your head, you called Azumi and asked her to hang out on Saturday. She agreed, and you waited impatiently for her to get to your house. Once she arrived, the two of you curled up under blankets on the couch and turned on your favorite TV show.
You admitted to yourself that hanging out with Azumi was better than being alone, but you were still bored.
"So what's going on with you and Oikawa?" she asked suddenly.
You almost spit out your drink. "That asshole? I wish he would leave me alone."
Azumi sighed. "If only I had a man to give me attention like that."
"He harasses me."
"Quit being dramatic. He came and talked to you, what, three times? Most girls would die to be in your shoes."
"Then let them. He's annoying and idiotic."
"Why do you say that?" Azumi asked, pausing the show. "He's just a handsome boy that's incredibly good at what he does."
"That's all fine and nice, but that's not what bothers me. He thinks he's just so much better than everyone else."
"Don't you think the same way?"
She caught you. You didn't respond.
"[y/n]," Ayumi started.
"He's just- ugh. He looks so stupid with his stupid smirk and his stupid knee brace and his stupid hair and-"
Azumi fell off the couch, laughing uncontrollably. When she finally got her laughing under control, she said, "Are you jealous?"
"You're even dumber than he is! I'd never be jealous of that."
Azumi rolled her eyes and stood up. "Let's go to the mall."
You had nothing better to do. "Whatever."
*****
You and Azumi hurried to the mall and went into some of the stores. You tried on a few different tops. After trying on one that you couldn't decide on, you stepped out of the dressing room to ask for Azumi's opinion.
"I don't think purple is your color," a voice that didn't belong to Azumi said.
"Dumbasskawa!" Iwaizumi snapped, smacking Oikawa on the back of the head. "Control yourself."
You leaned against the wall and glared up at Oikawa. "What are you doing here?"
"Shopping, duh."
You sighed. This idiot really couldn't just leave you alone. "Go to a different store."
"I think I wanna hang out with you."
Am I hallucinating?
You turned and slammed the door of the dressing room behind you, hurriedly changing back into your Seijoh hoodie. Marching out of the room, you held the shirt up in front of Oikawa's face and said, "I think I'll get this."
"I'm sure all your fans will love it."
You placed your hands on your hips. "I'm sure they will, Oikawa."
He smirked. "I think you'd look better without it."
Iwaizumi elbowed Oikawa in the gut. "That's enough out of you, shithead."
"It was a joke."
"There's a reason why people don't think you're funny," you snapped, angry at yourself for letting him get to you. "Don't be a perv."
