I woke up the next morning to a deliberating headache and burning eyes. The area below my eyes was extremely sensitive. I walked to my bathroom, sighing as I looked in the mirror. I suppose it had been too long since I'd cried. I ought to mark the dates so that I can schedule my next pity party appropriately. Today wasn't a good day considering I had a photo shoot. I sighed again. Stupid involuntary pity parties. 

It had started with my mother passing away. I hadn't cried on the day she passed away, not did I cry during her funeral. I was unusually quiet, and everyone assumed that I was just keeping the grief in. I wasn't. I was blank, wiped clean. I didn't have anyone anymore, and I hadn't come to terms with it. I was just going with the flow, and I had seemed fine for a day after the funeral. Except my manager called up to inform me of a photo shoot, and I had began with, "Mom, I'll have a photo-sho..." Only to stop when I realized that I don't have anyone to tell. No one who would brush my hair, shake me awake, call when I'm late, yell at me when I dropped something, keep asking if I'm okay, tell me I look beautiful, reassure me... No one at all. That was the first time I cried. 

Over the months, it ended up becoming a routine. I would sob my loneliness and sadness away every week. It sounded like a sad lifestyle except it helped. And Google-san also mentioned that it was good to vent. Ice-cream also helped most of the time, considering that it contains phenylethyl amine, a chemical that gives one the feeling of being in love. Science is awesome. 

I was determined not to think about Aomine Daiki, he really is an ass. I had just speed-walked away after his comment. I wasn't sure why I felt bad suddenly. It might have just been because it was pity party time, or maybe I was PMSing. I didn't have to care either way, I wasn't going to forgive him if he didn't apologize profusely. I wasn't going to accept an offhand sorry. 

*buzz* *buzz*

Aomine-kun: You there? 

I contemplated whether or not I should reply to the guy. If I did reply, would he say sorry or would he begin some perverted monologue? If I didn't reply, what would happen? I'd lose a 'friend'? Was he really a friend of mine? Was he more? No. Definitely not. That would be stupid. Was there a possibilit- No. We were just acquaintances. That was it. If we're acquaintances, then I really shouldn't bother about him telling crappy stuff to me, right? Ugh. Sometimes being a girl sucks, you end up overthinking too much. 

In the end, which came after 5 entire minutes, I replied back with a 'What?'. Clean, bold, and annoyed as hell. 

*buzz* *buzz*

Aomine-kun: Do you want to meet up at that burger place on the way?

I blinked. He wants to meet? I didn't bother over-thinking this, instead, I replied with an indifferent 'Why?' 

I didn't get a reply for an entire 20 minutes, not that I counted. I was still staring intently at my phone screen when there was a knock on the door. My head snapped up, I left the cell phone on my bed and I walked toward the door. I had a feeling that it was Aomine-kun, but then he didn't seem like the type of person who would politely knock on the door. Maybe he wanted to seem decent and nice. I snorted. 

I looked through the peephole to find Kise-kun instead. I blinked, reluctant disappointment washing over me as I opened the door. "Ohayo Gozaimasu, [Name]-cchi!" I smiled at him, and Kise-kun reared back, making me frown at him questioningly. "What?" "Nothing nothing!" He said, a little too quickly. I narrowed my eyes and stared him down until he fidgeted nervously and went, "You gave me a menacing smile, [Name]-cchi. It was scary." I rolled my eyes at him, and motioned for him to enter. Kise-kun entered cautiously, he seemed to be keeping some distance from me, which was highly unusual. Kise-kun was generally the type of person who would stick to others like Fevicol. "Kise-kun, is everything okay?" "Hai, [Name]-cchi. It's just that you look sad." I forced a laugh, "Oh no no. I just woke up, that's why." He merely nodded, "So, is Aomine-kun here? You guys seem to have gotten close." "Nope." I said, still forcing the laugh and wondering exactly when Kise-kun began asking intrusive questions so smoothly, "It's nothing of that sort. We're just acquaintances." I continued, clenching my fist slightly. He nodded again, and I looked at the perky blonde suspiciously. He began fidgeting again. My suspicious look turned into a glare, making him look anywhere else except at me. I knew he would crack soon, so I decided to let him sweat it out as I freshened up and took a bath. 

I began walking towards the bathroom when Kise-kun yelled, "Aominecchi asked me to ask you if you're angry at him! But he told me not to tell you!" I rolled my eyes. Was that it? "Do you like Aominecchi!?" He yelled at my face. I got that he was uncomfortable with all my glaring, but it didn't mean he could yell in my ear, so I took a leaf out of Kasamatsu-senpai's book and whacked him. "[Name]-cchi! So mean! Why did you do that?" "Stop yelling in my ear. Baka." I chose to ignore Kise-kun's question, thinking maybe he would forget all about it. "Are you blushing, [Name]-cchi?" "Whaa-No!" "I think you are!" "No, I'm not!" "Yes, you are." "No! I am not!" I barked, thwacking him on the head again. It felt so good to hit someone. 

"Oi. What are you two arguing about?" 

"Aominecchi! You're here! [Name]-cchi is being mean to me!"

I froze, unwilling to turn and confirm the fact that it really was Aomine-kun.