dirty mind [✔︎]

she wants me at the mall •2/3•

semisemi's p.o.v. - three forty-eight, friday, november ninth, two thousand, twelve

[3:48 P.M. Friday, November 9, 2012]

           "shut up, satori."

           "don't be so embarrassed, semisemi! you looked like you enj-"

           "shut up!"

           "satori, eita, why are you arguing?"

          "semisemi here got his first-"

            "i said shut up!"

            the entire gym fell silent. the first-years stared at their upperclassmen, shocked that they were arguing so loudly. the second-years looked slightly disturbed and the other third-years just sighed and went back to practice.

         ushijima stared cluelessly at both tendō and me, staring blankly. i sighed and glared at tendō. "don't say shit."

          "aww~ does semisemi not want the entire club to know he has a-" i cut him off once more.

           "shut. up. i don't feel like getting yelled at by coach today, and i don't want to put up with your shit."

          the redhead in front of me rolled his eyes and slipped under the volleyball net, standing a few inches in front of the net on his side. i sighed again and shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

•••
[8:27 P.M. Friday, November 9, 2012]

           it was the end of practice when my phone started ringing. i ignored the caller i.d. and picked up immediately, ignoring the weird glances i got from my teammates.

          "eita-kun! yūji's letting me borrow his phone so i can call you. i was wondering if you'd want to come to the mall with me tomorrow?"

          i walked to the outside of the gym as she was talking, ignoring the questioning looks. "um. sure, i guess."

          "great! i'll text you my house address from my phone. you don't mind if i put your number in my phone, right?"

          "i'd prefer if you didn't."

          there was a sort of growl on the other side of the phone and i sweatdropped.

         "oya? you don't want me to have your number? ne, ne, that's a bad semisemi. guess i'll have to punish you tomorrow. now, are you going to be a good boy and let me have your number?"

      i swallowed thickly. "y-yeah. you can have it."

         "that's a good boy~ i'll see you tomorrow, eita-kun." there was a click and she was gone. i blinked and nervously walked back over to the clubroom. 'there's not much i can do...'

       "tendō-senpai? who is semi-senpai talking to?" a voice i faintly recognised as goshiki's asked.

          "semisemi? he's talking to his girlfriend."

        "wah! semi-senpai has a girlfriend?"

           "no, i don't," i cut in, opening the door to the clubroom. "i don't have a girlfriend. don't spread lies, satori."

             the clubroom fell silent and i started changing, ignoring my teammates. i quickly finished changing. and started to exit the clubroom before tendō stopped me.