Eiji and Oishi [[-If I had a choice-]]9

Recap: "You talking about Eiji?" I asked suspiciously.

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Oishi scratched his head.

"Uhmm..."

"Why do you keep talking about Eiji? I'm here with you now, not Eiji."

"But... but... The other time... I saw you with him..." I suddenly took a sharp intake of breath. He saw us? Oh gosh now I'm stuck... I don't know what to say. I kept quiet. Oishi waited for my response, but I think I didn't looked like I was gonna give any. He gave a depressed sigh.

"I thought so..." He said slowly and softly. He got up and walked away.


"Maybe Eiji would be better for you than me..." Gosh why the hell do they always say the same things that I thought they would say. It's bloody irritating, and maybe a little scary, come to think of it.


"Matte Oishi!" I called out after him. But he didn't turn around. Damn him. Fine! I give up! I wash my hands off everything. Like I CARE.

Next week at school. Friday, after afternoon practice on the rooftop.

Almost a week since Sunday... I've been ignoring them for almost a week now... Ok not really ignoring, just... don't care. Sigh. Wonder how they feel... I actually kinda miss them, come to think of it. Hmmm... Weird, wonder who I miss more. Geh what am I thinking about. I'm not supposed to think about them anymore. But, I really do miss them. Argh I wonder who should I choose... If I choose one then the other wouldn't be happy... What should I do then? Maybe I should just forget them altogether. That should save on a lot of bigger problems...


*SCREAAAAAAMMM!!!*


Dammit. Those fangirls again. Wait... How can they be here? Unless...


"GET OFF ME NYAA~!"


Shit. Eiji's here? Damn I gotta get away fast, if not, I'll be really awkward around him. Eeeek.... Gotta... get... away....unnoticed.... I tried to squeeze past the squealing fangirls.


"Eh? What's SHE doing here?" Someone screamed.


Greaaat...


"Isn't SHE that girl who went out with our Eiji and Oishi? What a two-timer!"


What can I do when both of them like me at the same time? It's not really my fault, right?


"Hey! You better stop hurting them and break up with Oishi and leave our Eiji alone!"


Your Eiji? When did he become all of yours?


"Yeah! You're doing them more harm than anything else! You bitch!"


Ok that was really the last straw! I gritted my teeth, but put on my iciest smile.

"Why thank you." In a voice thick with sarcasm.

"I can't believe you still have the cheek to say thank you!" Someone screeched from somewhere behind me. I turned round to see an extremely short and plump girl with half her height in thick braids. I kneeled on one knee in front of her, still smiling.

"A bitch is a female dog, right?" I explained in a parent-teaching-child-voice.

"Right." She stared at me.

"Hmm... Then, a dog barks, right?" I looked up and pretended to think.

"Right. But-"

"Aaaaand... Bark is found on trees, right?" I cut her off.

"Yes... But-"

"And nature is beautiful, right?" I counted the things I said off my fingers.

"DUH!" Finally, I made her exasperated.

"And that's why I'm thanking you!" I grinned.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"From bitch to beautiful. You're complimenting me, aren't you. Thanks lots!"

She clenched her fists and tried to punch me. But then, if you count that I'm almost 1.7m, and I'm a pro tennis player, and also the fact that's she's slightly more than half my height... Well... you do the calculations. I lazily blocked it with my palm, yawning. Holding it, I stood up and towered over her.

"It's useless to try to do that girl." I growled at her, my temper rising, staring at her with my killer glare. She cowered back in fear. Satisfied, I strolled, yes you got me right-strolled- smirking out of the gang of fangirls, leaving them looking shocked and angry.

Fangirls?

"LAAAANAAA-CHAAAAN~! HEEEEEEELP!" Eiji screamed. I turned to see a frantically running Eiji, frantically running from the girls squealing for his autograph. I rolled my eyes at the sight and hid behind a corner, pulling him in when they ran past me.