3. Hanamiya Makoto: Love's a Game PT 2

Hanamiya Makoto hated being wrong. Being wrong means that he made a mistake. It means that his well thought-out plan didn't suffice. Being wrong meant he failed.

The basketball player would never admit he was a failure aloud to the world. To him, it was the equivalent of streaking nude through a public place screaming that he was weak and stupid. He would much rather keep his pride, thank you very much.

Well, at least he used to be 100% sure of that. Now... times have changed.

You could feel his dagger-like gaze digging into your back as you walked past him. Dressed in a short dress with high heels and well-done makeup, you were hands down the most attractive person at the party. You shot people dazzling smiles and even winked at boys you thought were cute.

Gone were your tears of woe and pity. That good girl image of yours was destroyed the moment you broke up with that godforsaken jerk. Now you were the silver-tongued upperclassman who struck fear into the hearts you stole relentlessly.

"So the played has become the player," a familiar voice crooned.

You refused to spare a glance at him, merely rolling your eyes and sighing. "What do you want?"

"I want to know where my sweet, little (Y/N) went. She transferred schools a year ago, but I haven't seen her since. You look like you would know what happened to her." Hanamiya smirked.

"Your sweet, little (Y/N)'s gone," you deadpanned. "Do me a favor and leave me alone."

You started to walk away, but Hanamiya grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. He tilted your chin up and narrowed his gaze. "You came back, didn't you? You couldn't bear to stay away from me."

"You're despicable and narcissistic," you hissed.

"Big words don't scare me off, babe."

You froze upon hearing his old pet name for you. It brought back tons of memories of you laughing with him, kissing him, and crying over him. Anger boiled within you, blowing steam out of your ears. And how did you decide to release your anger?

Slap.

"Stay away from me!" You shouted. The room fell silent as everyone gaped at you. But did you care? Of course not. "I hate you!"

Hanamiya said nothing in return as he watched you walk away. He held his hand against his stinging red face, remaining stoic as he thought. Minutes passed before a smirk curled onto his lips.

She's so much more interesting now.

*\(^o^)/*

Needless to say, word got around about your outburst at the party. You were given cautious glares and heard countless whispers from your classmates when you returned to school. It was true that you did move away for the past year, but that was because you had to take care of an ill relative.

It wasn't because of him.

Speaking of the devil, you groaned in misery as you turned the corner and came face-to-face with Hanamiya.

"That's not a very kind way to greet somebody," Hanamiya said, raising his brows. "You're supposed to say 'hello'."

"Goodbye," you snapped.

You stepped to the side to pass him, but he moved as well to block you. "Bad day again?"

"Since when did you care about feelings?" You hissed. "Move."

Annoyance flickered in his gaze. "What are you going to do? Hit me? We're at school, you'd get suspended for that."

Suspension didn't sound that bad if it meant that you got to pop him in the mouth. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to meet me after school."

"No,"

"Why not?"

"I don't want to be anywhere near you."

"You wound me, (Y/N),"

"Good,"

You thought you won that round. Thinking this was your chance to leave, you walked past him only to have him stick his leg out and trip you. You squeaked as you fell and barely caught yourself in time so your face didn't smack the floor.

"A thong? How scandalous~"  

Your face burned in embarrassment, but your gut brewed with hatred. You rose to your feet and set your hands on your hips as you turned to him.

"Okay, I'll come on the condition that you leave me alone after we're done with whatever you want to do." You huffed.

Hanamiya cocked his head to the side. "Now was that so hard?"

Your hand clenched into a fist. Not now, (Y/N). Wait until school's over or at least you get off campus. "Whatever. I'm going to class."

You didn't bother to give him a polite farewell as you stormed past him, cursing him and everything he stood for. Hanamiya was a terrible, awful, hideous man who deserved the worst in life. He ruined your innocent happiness from ages ago.

A flashbulb went off above your head and your lips quirked into a smile.

Why not repay him the favor?

You planned out your revenge during class, sketching down ideas in your journals. The teachers didn't mind since they figured you were taking notes. Hours passed by in minutes and before you knew it, it was time to find Makoto. He didn't know what was coming for him.

Hanamiya was waiting at the edge of campus where the two of you would meet up when the two of you dated. He used to walk you home after practice, tugging on your jacket and dropping things down your shirt to elicit high-pitched squeals from you. At the time you thought nothing of it.

"So what do you want to talk about?" You demanded.

"You don't have to be so defensive," he said, eying your stiff posture.

You shook your head. "I have to if I'm going to be around you."

This earned you a mischevious smirk from Hanamiya as he crept towards you. You took a step backward for every step he took towards you. Your back hit a tree and you gulped as he placed his arms on either side of your head.

"I see I still make you nervous," he purred in a low voice.

Stick to the plan. You tried to force down your blush. "What do you want?"

He bent his head down and whispered against your ear so his breath fanned your neck, "You,"

Once upon a time, that would've made your knees buckle and you would be completely at his mercy (not that he had any.) But times have changed.

You snorted. "You broke up with me. You cheated on me, Hanamiya."

"Let me make it up to you," he insisted.

Stick to the plan.

"Fine,"

*\(^o^)/*

It was hot. Sticky, too. Bruises painted your skin, and your hair was in complete disarray. Where were your clothes? You didn't know. It was a blur.

You forgot what it was like to sleep with Hanamiya.

He draped his arm around your waist as the two of you laid there, a lazy smirk etching its way onto his face. If it were the past, you would've cuddled up to his chest. But that was the past.

"I need to tell you something, so don't interrupt me," Hanamiya warned.

You nodded. 

Hanamiya hesitated, a flurry of emotions flickering in his eyes too quickly for you to process. "(Y/N), I made a mistake. I shouldn't have broken up with you."

You blinked. This was unexpected.

He continued, "I didn't realize what I had until it was gone. Until you were gone. I want you back."

"Oh," was all you said.

"That's all?" Hanamiya scoffed.

You untangled yourself from him and hummed as if in thought, walking across the room to pick up your things. "Yeah, that's all. The only reason I agreed to come over here was to watch you put on a show, but this was pretty boring."

"Boring?"

"Yeah, boring,"

You finished getting dressed and didn't spare a glance over your shoulder as you left him in his room. "Also, the next time you try to have make-up sex with a girl, remember to put away the clothes of the past ones you brought over, okay? There's a bra on your dresser, you know."

With that, you slammed the door behind you and left.

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Author's Note

I really wasn't planning on writing a part two for this, but since so many of you lovely readers wanted one, I had to oblige despite this being far from my best work（'υ｀）

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