A few months later, not only have I been forced to be a class representative, but I somehow became a part of the student council. How did that happen, you ask?
It all started when Arima visited our classroom and told us he was going to run for president. I honestly did not care but our heroine, Sakura, taking Arima's best interests at heart, wanted to be beside him at all cost. Dragging me along, of course.
And so, Arima won as the president, Sakura became the Secretary and I am the Treasurer. The vice president position was won by a guy named Ryo Tokuda. How am I supposed to live a normal high school life now, huh?
Well, anyway, I set up Arima and Sakura to walk on their way home alone. I pretended to have something to tell a teacher but I'm actually just lounging on the rooftop. I looked up and stared at what was above. The red, orange, and yellow painted across the sky was wonderful.
Just then, something fell. From the sky. What.
A small crater was visible from about 7 feet away. I took a closer look and saw a steaming silver locket. I used my handkerchief to pick it up and when I peered at what was inside, I felt power coursing from my fingertips and through my veins. I closed my eyes and felt something changing.
I closed the locket and threw it away immediately. Hopefully some other girl would be main character enough to be a magical transforming superhero. . . or something. Where did that locket even come from??
On my way home, after buying some bread from a bakeshop, I sat in the nearby park, contemplating my life, when a cute cat sat in front of me. I called it and tried to gave it food but the little devil took my phone by the strap instead. Naturally, I chased after the cat.
Naturally, I was lead to yet another magical item. On the ground where the cat lay was a bottle with paper inside. I took out the paper and saw that it was a map. Words magically appeared, then symbols. It pulsated and I thought that it was about to talk so I shoved it back in the bottle and threw it in the water fountain at the center of the park. Someone else should be destined to be the hero of some kind of treasure hunting story.
I got my phone back from the cat, and even though I ate bread before going home, I felt extremely tired and hungry.
I dived face first on my bed. I did not ask for this kind of life!
"Yui-chan!" Mom called from below.
I peered through the stairs and saw Arima sitting there, in the living room. What is he doing here? How did he even know I lived here?
"Ah, Yui-chan. You didn't tell me you had a very charming. . . friend." Mom said in delight.
I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. My mother had been persistent on living a main character life. She was the one who made me watch and read those silly shoujo stories. She was originally against me dying my hair black, but she can't do anything about it now. My roots seem to be showing though, maybe I'll go to the salon this weekend.
I sat on the sofa across Arima, ready to accuse him of stalkery (is that a word?).
"I didn't know your eyes were green," he said.
"No, these are contact lenses," I retorted.
"No, they are not. I look at your eyes a lot to know that you wear contacts at school."
"Out with you, you weird, perverted stalker." I dragged him toward the door but at the same time, my father came in.
"Oh? What do we have here?"
I explained that he was just a friend from the club I joined (lie, I may or may not have intentionally missed my chance to join any clubs) but my parents wouldn't listen to me. They sent me to my room along with Arima so we can "talk".
"Okay, spit it. How did you know my address?"
"From Sakura. Look, I just really want to ask you something."
"What?" I spat.
"Have you been ignoring me since day one? I thought there was a spark when we made eye contact during that welcoming orientation. And actually, I think you caught my attention, being the only one who evades my presence. And everyone else wants to be in my presence."
I stared at this brown-haired boy in disbelief. Wow, so much self-centeredness in such small person!
"You came here personally to ask me that? You could've just sent me a mail!" I threw my hands up in exasperation.
"So. . . you'll give me your number?" Arima's eyes sparkled.
"No, you idiot. Get out of my house!"
This was not my house. And he did not go out. Instead, he charmed my parents into allowing him to stay for dinner. What's wrong with this guy?
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