It Wasn't Your Fault | Nishinoya Yu

Chapter Eighteen

#18 Meeting Milk Chocolate, and Dark Chocolate

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(Y/n)'s POV

My mom, and I packed everything and left. I left without saying goodbye to most people, I decided I wasn't going to let another soul close to me. From now on, I'll be ruthless.

We arrived at the new house, it looked terrible. So what am I going to do about it? I'm going to clean it.

Sadly most of the stuff from the moving van wasn't here yet, because they were running late.

The house isn't that big either, it's pretty small decent on the inside. I set my stuff up in my room, setting a sleeping bag on the floor as my bed viewing as it's the only thing I have at this moment in time.

I sigh to myself, and lay myself down on my sleeping bag. Reminding myself of what he said to me, I want to erase it all, and forget like nothing happened.

Some things are permanent, some things are erasable. But my heart won't erase Noya.

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By  the time I woke up it was a new day, and a school day. I quickly opened my eyes and got up getting ready.

'I don't want to be late on the first day!' I shout to my thoughts.

I breathe in and out heavily, I grab my bag and rush to get to school. I'm not as late as I thought. At least I'm early. Too early.

Others my age start walking to this big area, it almost looked like the gym the Volleyball team used.

I hear two males behind me, one male bickering about something. I don't really care what, but he was too busy in his own world he ran into me.

"Look what you did now, Trashykawa!" A dark chocolate haired male shouts to the other male with milk chocolate hair, they were wearing their regular school uniform but it looked as if they were heading somewhere.

"So mean, Iwa-" The milk chocolate boy answer but stops himself when he sees me. "Oh?" He tilts his head. "Who might you be, you don't look familiar from my fangirls." He says.

"Excuse me?" I ask, crossing my arms. "I think I'd rather pass to date you, instead of being what you call 'fangirls'." I roll my eyes, "Besides I'd much rather your friend here any day!" I exclaim patting the dark chocolate haired males shoulder.

"I think you just got burned..." He says laughing slightly, I think his name was Iwa...

"I'm sorry, Miss. I think we got off on the wrong foot." He bows as if I was his majesty.

"Please don't do that, I hate when people praise me." I mutter, arms crossed. Looking the male in the eyes, his eyes were pretty, but not pretty enough for me to like him. It'll take more than that.

"C'mon Oikawa, we'll be late for practice." The male says to his friend, and walking off.

"Practice?" I furrow a brow, my arms unfolding.

"Volleyball practice, you should come!" He exclaims excitedly.

"Mmm, give me one reason I should." I say stepping back slightly.

"Just trust me," He answers, holding out his hand for me to take.

"I don't even know who you are, I just met you." I state, he rolled his eyes, and just sighed.

"I'm Oikawa, Torū, pleased to meet you." He introduces himself, "You are?" He asks tilting his head.

"Uh," I hesitate to say my last name and I make up a new one. Which was my moms last name before she married my dad. "I'm Ito, (Y/n)." I introduce myself.

"Nice to meet you!" Oikawa exclaims, "Now will you come?" He asks holding out his hand once again for me.

"Sure, but I'm gonna go with a hard pass for taking your hand." I say coldly, sending shivers down his spine.

We get inside the gym, and I sit down on a bench. I see Oikawa walk up to his friend, I didn't intend on listening to his conversation but it kind of just happened.

"So?" The dark chocolate haired male asks furrowing a brow.

"Iwa, she's a real cold one, and she rejected taking my hand! No one ever does that!" Oikawa shouts.

"Well I guess not everyone likes you, Shittykawa." Iwa smiles, patting Oikawa's head before walking off.

"Hmph." I grunt silently to myself rolling my eyes.
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