Peeping through the window, I could see his reflection. He stood by the car and was waiting for my presence. During the time, I was still showering in cold water, so I quickly dressed myself in my uniform and managed to tie my hair up properly before I leave the house. As I walked out the door, I grabbed my bag along with me. I dashed to the car and tossed my bag at the backseat. Ouch! I heard. Why in heavens' name was he sitting at my place? I showed him a face of hatred and seated myself at the front while crossing both my arms, next to the driver. Hmph! How dare he seat on my favorite butt-cushion seat. Glancing at the mirror, I could see his black-dimmed eyes staring at me, waiting for an excuse. "The reasons of my late presence were none of your business" I said. He then drifted his eyes away and looked outside the window." Tsk, what a child. What do I care?" he muttered to himself. The rest of the drive to school was awkward as we were all silent. Feeling too exhausted from last night, I decided to take a nap.
A few hours later, we finally arrived at the King Henry Prep School. I was awakened by the glow of the headings that were shimmering into my face. When my eyes were functioning properly, I saw a crowd of girls waiting for the car to stop. I wiped off my saliva and turned my head towards him. I knitted my brows together and pierced my lips upwards. Despite the situation, he shrugged his shoulders and threw me my bag. I quickly got out of the car and slammed the door. I paced my walking faster and faster as I was walking to class, but he grabbed my bag and carried it higher. Am I a child or what? I tiptoed my feet and tried to reach it, but I still could not reach it. The, I decided to talk it out of him rather making a fool of myself. The girls that was surrounding him took a step back: they always have thought of me as a dangerous outlaw.
" Mr. Yuta, handover my bag to me." I said with a grim face.
"No-" he replied.
"Because I want everyone to know that from today onward, you are mine" he smirked. I was embarrassed; My face turned red and I had a strange feeling coming from my stomach: it was love, I recognized. Everyone was shocked and started retreating to their class. I grabbed my bag swiftly and went straight to class like everyone did. Whispers spread around faster than a race car finishing its race.
I sat down at my desk and saw writings that stained with permanent ink: Slut, Die Bitch, Go to hell, etc. I swear I would have killed them at that moment that moment, but instead I rushed to the toilet and wept. As tears flowed out of my eyes, I was shouting "I wish I was dead!". I guess it was fate: Mr. Yuta was passing by and heard my cry. He busted through the toilet door and saw my messed-up face. As he held my hands, he could sense another type of liquid dripping: blood. Yes, I cut myself to see how much I can bleed. How 'shocking' is that? His eyes widened as if he was witnessing me die. He ripped part of his shirt apart and wrapped my hands.
He raised my chin and kissed me. His soft lips stirred mine and his tongue was discovering its way in deeper in my mouth; I could not breathe, I cried too much. But I did not care. "Yuta, I-" I said with a weak voice. He held my head tighter and kept on going. This time, I cried out of satisfactory.
He finally stopped and captured my attention. "It's Asahi" he said. He carried me to the infirmary and alerted the nurses. "Asahi" I thought. Asahi is a lovely name. But why him? I fainted. My eyes were shut closed and I released my last breath of air...or so I thought.