"Opposites Attract" is a Lie...Right?!

Chapter 2: I Shouldn't Have Asked you Your Name

Winter break and I haven't done anything special... huehuehue, writing a story shall be my entertainment  (~o u o)~

EDIT: college me is fixing my high school sophomore self's shitty grammar/misspelled crap HURHUR

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"Who the hell are you?"

As soon as I asked that, he let go of my arms and let me fall on my bottom.

"Dude! Seriously! Don't get butt-hurt, gosh!"

"Are you kidding me? You're over here asking me who the hell am I and then you tell me to not get butt-hurt. This all happened even after I saved your girly ass from getting hurt."

"Pfft! You didn't have to save me! You could've just let me fall and walk away like a jerk... oh wait, you're already a jerk."

"What!?"

"Did I stutter? No. I'm not repeating myself, jerk!"

"Crazy Gorilla!"

"Excuse me!?"

"You're excused." the blond haired guy replied with a smirk. I began to hear murmurs around us. I noticed we created a scene and people were now staring at us like as if we've committed a murder in front of them. 

Great, now I have to take this idiot somewhere private. If we keep arguing like this, it's likely that someone will find out about my identity. Urghh!

  I got back on my feet and grabbed his wrist. If I'm going to tell him off, I might as well do it in private. I ran away from the little "show" we made on the spot and ran for a few minutes with this blonde guy until I was able to find a secure alleyway. I was so mad! Who in the flippin world tells a girl --hes barely met-- all these rude things. I mean, he's pretty cute when he's quiet but once he opens that mouth of his, you instantly can't help but dislike him. I don't know this dude so I can't really say hate. God, are you testing me? If you are, you're causing me too much stress. It's not that I'm a vain person but I can seriously break out! My face is my selling point for this band, afterall, I'm sort of like the visual of our band!

   I slam this random stranger, that I very much dislike, against the wall and glare up at him. OK, he may be a few feet tall... scratch that. He was really tall. Probably because I'm short.

"Pfft, who's the one getting butt-hurt now?" the blond guy mumbled while looking at the opposite direction. I guess that red wall seems to be way more attractive than me since he's not looking at me straight in the eyes at all. Yeahhh, that must be it. Asshole.

"UGH! First of all, I heard that! Second of all, " I yelled, poking his chest really hard, "you're the one getting butt-hurt! Third of all, I'm WAY far from girly! That spots taken by one of my band mates. Lastly, I don't give a shit that I'm famous. I will  tell you off, jerk!" I ended that last sentence with me huffing since I ran out of breath from speaking too fast. I think being a telemarketer would be a good job for me. Seriously. Like, no joke. I think I could do that, ha.

"What's your name anyways?!" I asked, annoyed.

"Kei, Maeda Kei."

"Well Maeda-san, I'm thankful that you saved me from falling down, but you letting me fall pretty much cancels out my thanks!" Honestly, this is so frustrating. I'm looking up at this guy, pouting like a kid while he's over here just staring at me like as if I never said anything from the start. I looked away from his honey eyes because there was something very unique about them. They seems so gentle yet mischievous sometimes. Am I just imaging things? They seem kind of familiar as well. Weird, huh?