This cannot be happening again! I dart through the halls and feel my phone vibrating. Déjà vu at its finest.
                              are you serious??? i'm going to have to start taking you on my morning runs with me so you can actually be on time for once.
                              I laugh and text back.
                              almost there!!
                              I shove my phone in my pocket and once again I'm hit by a brick wall. This time the brick wall stumbles to the ground and I fall flat on my butt.
                              "What on earth do you eat?" I groan and rub my nose. I look up and I'm staring into olive colored eyes.
                              "Do you have a death wish?" Ushijima blinks at me.
                              "Don't flatter yourself. I can't actually die from hitting you." I jump up ready to run to class. "Sorry though. I can't be late again." I hold out a hand to help him up.
                              Unfortunately for me he weighs as much as fifty bricks do and instead of me helping him up, I fall down again. This time right on top of him.
                              Awkward, to say the least. 
                              "Oi!" I rub my forehead that just banged against his.
                              "Woah!" I hear someone say.
                              "No way! Ushiwaka has a girlfriend!" A second voice comes.
                              "They're making out... on the floor?" The third voice says and I hear a camera. I flip around and see the three boys from yesterday. I jump off of Ushijima like he's on fire.
                              "I'm not his girlfriend!" I throw a hand through my hair as Ushijima gets up. My cheeks are flaming.
                              "Hey! Isn't that Sara Sato's friend?" The first says.
                              "No way! She's friends with Sara Sato and dating Ushiwaka! She's winning at life!" The second adds.
                              "Yeah, it's a real prize." I snort sarcastically and the bell goes off.
                              No!
                              Ushijima glances at the boys and it's enough to make them run off. "Next time you want to run in the halls, make sure your head is out of your phone." He scolds but his face is as stoic as usual.
                              I roll my eyes but again he walks away. This guy is starting to get on my nerves when he does that. I quickly make my way to class but Nakamura is standing at the doorway.
                              "I told you-" He stops talking as I come closer. "Did you get in a fight or something?"
                              "No," I furrow my eyebrows.
                              "Your nose is bleeding and your face is all red."
                              Yeah my face is red from the embarrassing moment I just encountered with my little crush. I reach up and touch my nose, blood gushes out and I sigh.
                              "Better get that cleaned up. I'll talk to Coach Tamura about your punishment later."
                              I groan internally. Coach is even worse than Nakamura. "Okay," I do a 180° turn and start off to the bathroom. I send a quick text to Sara telling her about everything. I told her Nakamura took it easy once he saw me bleeding and about my future punishment with Tamura. She told me she's going to try to lessen my sentence with Tamura, but even the star student can't save me from him.
                              "Hey, hey, hey! You're beating me!"
                                      
                                          
                                   
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