"Kise-kun!" I whined, helplessly flapping my arms because I was so frustrated. "[Name]-cchi, you don't have a romantic bone in your body." Kise-kun said nervously, "Don't hit me, but I think you should just tell him. Instead of planning some lame- uh, I mean, some... big, nice, thing... for him." I glared at the blonde in front of me, knowing full well that he was right. I had never had to, nor had I ever thought of doing anything for a guy before. I mean, I've helped with birthday parties and stuff, but something for a guy I've been with, or I was going to 'be' with... Never. 

I shook my head and headed back to class, maybe I should just give up on this and tell him to his face. Oh wait, maybe I should just go ahead and shoot him down again. I mean, come on, when he finds out that I don't have a single romantic bone in my body, in Kise-kun's words, then he'll obviously dump me, right? 

I paused. Where did that come from? 

I, [Last name][First name] am insecure? That was a first. The way I saw it, there was only one thing to do. I mentally went through the classes I had for the day. I was done with my exam, so that was a good thing. Physical Ed, two hours. 

Five minutes later, I went up to the nurse's room, clutching my abdomen, with my 'I am so sick, help me' face on. The poor lady fell for it and gave me a pill for the pain, along with a slip to take to the P.E teacher. As soon as I got out of the nurse's chamber, I let my facade slip, a malicious grin decorating my face as I raced to P.E class. Taking a deep breath, I put my sick face on and waltzed out of Kaijo like I owned it.

I was fidgety the entire train ride, my fingers tapping to some unknown rhythm, and my legs were restless as hell. I tried reading a magazine, but I couldn't concentrate at all. After a few minutes of trying to read and calm myself down, I began hitting myself with the magazine on the face. I probably looked like a demented woman at the moment, but I couldn't help the uneasiness I felt. Maybe it wasn't uneasiness, maybe it was nervousness. But I refused to let myself believe that I was nervous. [Last name][First name] is never nervous. I can dance in front of gazillions of people, and I'm a freakin' model! Confidence is the trait of a model. It's our forte, our niche. 

I hate Aomine-kun. 

Internally scoffing at myself, I hopped off the train and walked leisurely to Touou. Okay, I raced to the damn place. I was panting when I reached. Walking in, I took deep breaths. Aomine-kun did not have to know that I ran all the way. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure where to go. I knew Aomine-kun wouldn't be anywhere near the basketball court, and I was utterly sure he wasn't in class. Suddenly, it was like a light-bulb got switched on, yes, I was such a tube-light. I ran up to the terrace of the High school, just like I had not long ago. Smiling, I pushed open the door. 

But there was no one up there. 

Scrunching my eyebrows together, I descended the stairs slowly, wondering where he could be. Did he leave already? Maybe he was already home. He seemed well this morning, so there shouldn't be any reason why he would leave early. Descending down the last flight of stairs, I decided I would go to the basketball court and ask around. Maybe he was annoying Wakamatsu-san, it was highly probable. 

As quietly as possible, I entered Touou's basketball court and made my way towards a certain pink-headed woman. "Momoi-san. Kon'nichiwa." I said, politely. She whipped around and squealed, suddenly enveloping me in an enthusiastic hug, "[Name]-chan! How are you?" "I'm good. What about you?" "Oh. Me too." Suddenly her enthusiastic persona took a turn and became teasing, "Searching for Aomine-kun, are we?" "Uh... I.. Um... Well.." I began stammering, unable to admit that I was. Momoi-san merely laughed. Pulling me along with a force that she seemed incapable of, she dragged me to a small basketball court on the street, a very familiar one. As we neared the place, I noticed a very familiar silhouette, it was a tall basketball player dribbling expertly. I watched him as he moved quickly, spanning the entire court until finally dunking the ball into the basket roughly. 

I smiled. Aomine-kun never did miss his shots. I was sure that if I were to praise him, he would nonchalantly declare 'the only one who can beat me is me', which was one of the main reasons I never praised him. That baka.

For the first time in the many months I've known him, he didn't notice me as I neared the fence that enclosed the court. "[Name]-chan." Whispered Momoi-san, and I turned to look at her questioningly. "I know you want to prank Dai-chan. And you two have to talk. So I'll leave." I looked at her reproachfully, to which she merely shook her head and walked off briskly. I pouted, realizing that I couldn't do what I was planning to, which was to nonchalantly state that I was here because Momoi-san dragged me. And not because I wanted to come. 

Turning back, I took a deep breath, bracing myself. But before I could announce my presence, I heard a shrill voice, "Daiki!" And I froze. Turning toward the sound of the voice, I recognized its owner. It was that girl from before. Akako. 

At that moment, I saw red. I am going to murder Aomine. Yes, Aomine. Not Aomine-kun. He doesn't deserve any respect. That ass. I am going to drown him. I will strangle him. And then bludgeon him to death, if he isn't already dead after strangling him. I'll clone him and kill him again and again, until I'm satisfied. Daiki, that's what she called him. Such an asshole.

As my inner rage-filled monologue was going on, I noticed Aomine-kun, no, Aomine shaking his head agitatedly. So I shook my head, tuning into the conversation. "But, Daiki..." The girl was saying. Narrowing my eyes, I concentrated, trying to block out the various scenarios that were filling my head. All of which involved murdering Aomine. 

"No, Akako. I like someone else." 

Okay, I like him again. 

And just like that, all the scenarios faded and was replaced with graphic details of... Stuff.