I sighed. Kise-kun was stupid sometimes. "Aominecchi! You live near [name]-cchi's place! You can walk her there after dinner!" Correction. Kise-kun is unbearably stupid. All the time. I began my contemplation, should I dye Kise-kun's hair pink again, or should I sharpie his face. Both extremely attractive options. I sighed again, I was most probably irritated because I was tired and Aomine-kun was irritati...FINE! He was hot. I sighed yet again. 

Suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder, and a pretty heavy person leaning on me. I looked the hand, it was tanned, and my annoyed gaze moved up the player's hand to rest on his face. He had his signature smirk on his face. I waited for him to notice my death glare and faint from fear, but he stared right ahead. I gritted my teeth, only for Kise-kun to go, "Aominecchi, I don't think [name]-cchi likes that." "So?" Asked the bluenette nonchalantly. I snapped and pushed his arm off me, speeding up to reach the restaurant. I speed-walked in and took my seat, only to groan in irritation as Aomine-kun sat right next to me. Kise-kun sat in front, smiling cheerily. I gave him a I-shall-murder-you smile, making him wince and remember the time when I'd kicked him when it mattered because he'd tackled me in his over-enthusiasm. 

We ordered food, except it seemed like Aomine-kun ordered for at least fifteen others along with himself. I blinked at him, only for him to lazily look at me and ask, "What?" I merely shook my head and looked away. I'd heard that growing boys needed their food, but this was ridiculous! When we bought the food to the table, it was overflowing with Aomine-kun's food. That baka ate his food AND occasionally hogged from my plate as well. Thus began a game of 'Aomine-kun reaches for my food and I swat him away'. I got pretty good at it toward the end, especially when I kept moving toward Aomine-kun and he kept moving away. Finally, he fell off. I could imagine myself giving an evil smile, with my glasses flashing menacingly. [Name]- 1, Aomine-kun- 0. Who knew that the cocky basketball player was shy. Okay, slightly shy.  

He stood up, and I could see that he was extremely pissed. "What the f*ck is wrong with you, you bitch!?" He roared, and I immediately felt bad. No one had ever spoken to me like that. My hair covered my face as I looked down. Slowly, I stood up and walked out, leaving Aomine-kun and Kise-kun behind. 

I walked out onto the road, and back toward my apartment. It was the first time someone had angrily addressed me that way, and I didn't exactly know how I was feeling. I just wanted to walk out, just walk away. I couldn't help the fact that even though I was badass, I was extremely sensitive to comments. It was weird, or maybe it actually wasn't. I'd had to forget all my shyness when I began modeling for money. I'd had to get over it and act like I was all high and mighty. 

"Oi!" Came a voice from behind. I snapped out of my thoughts at that. I was about to turn around when I realized that it was Aomine-kun's voice. The realization got anger surging through my veins. I whipped around to face him, "What?" I yelled. My yelling effectively stopped him in his tracks, and his eyes seemed to widen. My eyes were blazing, and I was probably going to go super-saiyan on him and burn him to ashes at the moment. Except he looked down, and it looked like he was apologetic. It deflated me. I took a deep breath, "What?" I repeated in a calmer tone. He merely shook his head and walked toward me, "I'll walk you home." He said, looking straight ahead and not meeting my eyes. "It's fine. I can get home by myself." I replied, half-minded about whether I wanted him around or not. "I'm coming with you." He retorted stubbornly. "No." I said, in a kind of final tone. He grabbed my hand and began pulling me forward, "I'm walking you home. That's it." I pulled my hand out of his grip, massaging it as he'd held on pretty tightly. "I said no." He looked at me with an intense expression, "Fine." He said and he walked away.