Disclaimer: I do not own Beauty Pop or any of its characters.
I tensed. If I yelled at her, that would make me open to conversation, which was the last thing I wanted to do at a time like this. Or anytime after this.
"CALL ME SENPAI!! SENPAI!!" I yelled, my pencil ripping my drawing diagonally. Crap! So much for not talking to her…
"You ripped your drawing, Naru-Naru-senpai."
In through the nose, out through the mouth; inhale, exhale.
That was my pencil. Not me.
"I KNOW I RIPPED MY PAPER! YOU DON'T NEED TO TELL ME!"
Huh? No smartass reply? Is Mussy Head feeling all right?
I looked across the table at her. She was asleep.
That's so annoying! Why can't she keep up her end of the conversation?! She started it anyway!
I looked down at my ruined drawing. This is what I got whenever I associated with Kiri Koshiba.
The drawing sucked anyway…I guess I don't mind that she talked to me this time. Not, too much. Actually, not much at all…
I straightened up in my seat.
Of course I minded! What was I thinking? I glanced at Kazuhiko and Kei. They hadn't even looked up from what they were doing when I had yelled. For some reason, that bugged me.
"Kazuhiko!" I called. He looked up from his computer. Kei didn't look up from his munching however…
"Have we chosen the next model for tomorrow?"
He blinked, took off his glasses, wiped them with his shirt, put them back on, and blinked at me again.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.
This time I blinked. I was feeling fine. Except for my slight annoyance at Mussy Head.
"Yes…" I answered slowly.
"We don't choose models until the show…" Kazuhiko explained. I flushed at my thoughtlessness.
"Sorry… I don't know what I was thinking," I mumbled. Kei looked up.
"I know what you were thinking!" he singsonged. I frowned.
"You were thinking about Kiri-chan! You were staring at her when she fell asleep!"
What!? Kei was watching me!?
"THAT'S STUPID! I WAS JUST LOOKING IN HER DIRECTION AND THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING!!"
"Or someone!" he exclaimed. I looked around for help. Kazuhiko was watching with a strange look on his face.
"Kazuhiko! C'mon! Tell Kei that he's wrong! I wouldn't think about Mussy Head!" I begged. He grinned. Evilly.
"Then why did you say you weren't thinking of Koshiba-kohai, when Kei could have meant you were thinking about anyone?"
I reddened at his accusation.
"TRAITORS!" I screamed. I stood and pointed at both of them.
"You're so noisy, Naru-Naru," a flat feminine voice called. From across me, no less.
"GAH! MUSSY HEAD! YOU'RE AWAKE!?"
"Yes, I'm awake. Who could sleep in here?" She yawned.
If she heard… I blushed at the possibility.
"I know why you're blushing!" Kei started. I smacked him upside the head.
"I'M NOT BLUSHING! I'M RED FROM YELLING!" I shouted.
Kei ran to the door. Kazuhiko had already disappeared.
"I know why you're yelling!" He called from the hall.
I spun to face Mussy Head. She was staring at me.
Is there something wrong with my hair again?
"Whaaat?! Don't look at me like that!" I hated to sound whiny, but like I said: This is what I got whenever I associated with Kiri Koshiba.
"Hmm. Ken-niichan didn't come. I guess I'll just go home then…"
Go? Already? I guess school's out but…
She was halfway out the door when I thought to stop her.
"Mussy Head." She stopped.
Crap. What am I supposed to do now?
"See you at tomorrow's show."
What the heck? That's it? What is wrong with me?!
She smiled. Sort of. I think it was a smile.
I hope it was a smile.
"See you tomorrow."