I need to win!

After the timer ran out, it was time for our bentos to be judged.

"Alright. First, we will try Takahashi-sama's bento." The announcer announced.

The announcer then took a bite out of my bento. His face turned from pleasure to grim.

I could tell that it most likely tasted horrible.

"How is it?" I asked, but I already knew what the answer was.

"It...it's good..." The announcer forced himself to say. "Let's...try Princess's now."

The announcer then took a bite out of Ichigo's bento. His face lit up after taking a bite.

"My goodness, this is amazing! Who did you make this bento for?"

Ichigo then began to blush. "I...I made it for him." Ichigo pointed at Ren.

Ren was shocked by this. The announcer then ran to Ren and guided him to the stage. "So this is your crush, Princess?"

Ichigo the cupped his cheeks. "Yes." He answered shyly.

"This is news!" The announcer exclaimed. "I expected you to have a crush on Takahashi-sama just like other girls."

It feels weird being the most liked guy. I didn't expect that to happen.

"The winner of this contest is Princess Ichigo!" The announcer pointed to Ichigo.

The announcer then walked up to me and quietly whispered, "I'm sorry, Takahashi-sama, but you're a bad cook."

"That's why I told you beforehand." I informed him.

"That will be all for today's show!" He ignored me and concluded.

I failed. I failed Ren. Poor Ren...

I glance over at Ren and noticed that Ichigo was talking to him. I then ran over there to hear their conversation.

"I didn't expect to hear that you liked me." Ren scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to let the whole world know that I like you." Ichigo blushed.

This conversation made me gagged, so I decided to interrupt it.

"Blegh. Ren is not single anyway, so you shouldn't go for him." I walked in between the two.

"He has a girlfriend?" Ichigo asked in shock.

"No." I groaned. "He has me to take care of."

"That's true. I'm so sorry, Princess, but Sora comes first." Ren apologized.

Ichigo then looked at me and gave me the death stare. "Tch."

"Well, it's getting late, so you two should head back to your room." Ren looked at his watch.

Ah...I forgot about that. This was bad. Ichigo was already mad ar me, but now I will have to face it in the room.

***

We finally made it to our room, and I was left alone with Ichigo.

"..." I could feel Ichigo's anger behind me. I knew what was coming next.

Ichigo grabbed me by the collar and began to yell at me. "What the heck was that?! Why do you always have to get in the way of Ren and me?!"

I then put my hands up and began to explain. "Wait, wait! Aren't we rivals? Aren't rivals supposed to get in the way of the female lead in shoujo mangas? That's what we are! Rivals right?"

Ichigo then released his grip and began contemplating. "That is true. I guess we are rivals. But what doesn't make sense is when the announcer said for us to make a bento for our crush, and you looked like it was a nuisance. Do you really have a crush on Ren?"

Oh, I was found out.

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? If I didn't, then I wouldn't be your rival." I tried finding excuses.

"Liar." Ren took off his wig and pinched my nose. "I'm going to change."

He then went into the bathroom, and I was left here alone.

It's not that I don't like Ren, but I view him more as an older brother type. And plus, He is like 21 and I'm 15. That's a 6-year difference! Too much for me.

I wonder, though, if I will find someone I do like.

"Hah..." Ichigo walked out of the bathroom. "After pondering, I came with a conclusion. Since you don't like Ren, give him to me."

"No." I answered immediately.

"Why not?!"

"Because I'm not giving Ren to a liar! It would be different if you told everyone you were a crossdresser, but you don't! So no!"

Ichigo then pushed my arms with all his might, using his palms to help push my palms. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, still pushing against my hands.

"Give him to me."

"No!"

We kept on fighting until someone came into the room.

"Sora I bro--" Ren looked at Ichigo and me.

Well, crap.