CHAPTER 11

I couldn't stop thinking about that afternoon when Ikuto kissed me. It wasn't like a forced kiss like last time. This was an actual, real kiss from his own will! I still couldn't believe I went along with it, too. The whole thing was just gross!

"Hinamori Amu! Hinamori Amu!"

Someone was calling my name in the distance. Suddenly there was a loud tap on my desk. I almost jumped straight into the ceiling! I looked up and saw a very disappointed Mr. Nikaidou. The tip of his pointer rested on my desk, while everyone's eyes rested on me.

"Paying attention in class is the most basic rule! You should learn it sometime." Mr. Nikaidou scolded. He walked back to the front of the class and continued on with his lesson. I sat there not knowing what to think. I wondered what face I was making when I was daydreaming about the kiss, and how embarrassing it must've been.

"What were you wondering about, Amu? Was it…the kiss?" Ikuto murmured seductively into my ear. He rested his arm on the back of my chair and leaned in, obviously not caring if anyone noticed. I sat there stiffly, making sure to not move an inch. My neck felt hot and I felt myself blushing really bad. I felt Ikuto inch closer and closer and he started to move his leg against mine. I tried my best to look over at him to see what he was doing and I felt his gaze linger downward. He's trying to check me out! Swiftly, I covered my chest with my arms and hunched over. Ikuto leaned back into his chair and chuckled softly.

"As I said before, you have nothing to show. No cleavage, no butt. You have the body of an elementary kid." He whispered, eyeing me everywhere. I clenched my fists, ready to punch him. Just then, I heard my name being called, again!

"Hinamori Amu and Tsukiyomi Ikuto!" Ikuto and I both looked up at Mr. Nikaidou who looked steaming mad.

"Detention!" he exclaimed angrily. I looked at Nikaidou sensei in shock just as he was turning his attention back to the class. In the distance, I heard Mr. Nikaidou ending the lesson. My flaring gaze slowly crawled over to Ikuto's face. Not so surprisingly, he was looking at everything, but me. Angrily, I cautiously lifted my foot over his and crushed it as hard as I could. Class ended with Ikuto's loud, piercing scream.

"I can understand why you're mad at me, but you didn't have to hurt me physically…" Ikuto said, trying to catch up with me.

"You don't understand why I'm mad at you." I muttered coldly.

"Yeah, I think I do."

"Alright, then what is it?" I questioned with a hint of annoyance. I abruptly stopped, facing him, giving him a cold stare that made him very uncomfortable. He looked down at me, not knowing what to say. It was really obvious that he didn't understand me.

"Well…you're mad at me because I got you detention." He said quietly, looking down at his feet.

"Correct. I am mad about that, but that's not the main thing. This is the first time I've ever gotten detention in my whole entire life, and I don't see how something like you had to be the cause of it!" I growled at him, raising my voice.

"This is the first time you've gotten detention? No way…I mean the way you dress and how you have that reputation of being 'cool and spicy'? It sounds to me like you're a rebel…rebelling against this school."

"Yeah, well deep down inside I'm not really…"

"You're not really what? Not really like that? Oh, I already know…"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means…something," he said, backing up, grinning mischievously at me. Suddenly, he rammed into someone. I couldn't see what was happening because there were so many students standing around. When I walked closer, I couldn't believe my eyes. Ikuto was on top of a girl and they were face to face staring at each other. But this wasn't any ordinary girl. It was Utau Hoshina, the most popular girl in this school. You would think Saaya was the most popular girl, but she's just a poser. Utau was really pretty too. She was even MORE pretty than that nurse that flirted with Ikuto. Utau had slender curves just like the nurse, but her features were more beautiful, unique, and refined. Her father was an American and her mother was Japanese. Utau had long blonde hair that would always be styled into pigtails. She had soft purple eyes, which everyone thought was a true special gift presented on her. Her looks may be simple, but somehow, in a way, they really weren't. And to top it off, she had a truly great personality.

"Sorry…" Ikuto mumbled in awe. I watched as he gawked at her and somehow it made me oddly jealous.

"It's okay." Utau smiled sweetly as always and retrieved her books that were scattered on the ground. She treated Ikuto as if he was just another student at Seiyo High. It angered me and something inside me just clicked. When Ikuto was about to grab Utau's last book for her, I walked over and stepped on it. I gave Utau a dirty look and Ikuto just stared at me like I was insane.

"What are you doing?"

"She's not disabled. She can get her books herself," I stated bluntly.

Then I turned to Utau and bent down to meet her face. She seemed almost bothered by my presence.

"Watch it." I said bluntly. She nodded and grabbed her book. Ikuto proceeded to help her up, but I grabbed his arm and squeezed it to stop him. He winced for a second then stared at me in confusion. Still holding on to Ikuto, I stepped around Utau who looked upset and we walked away together. I don't know why but I led him to the school's field. No one was on it, so we were safe. When I stopped, Ikuto violently shook off my grip.

"What is your problem?" he yelled. I was panting hard like I'd just run ten miles. I was shaking from anger and I had my fists balled up. I turned around and glowered at him through the hair that covered my eyes.

"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM IS? STOP MESSING WITH MY HEAD! I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT ANYMORE NOW THAT YOU'RE IN MY LIFE! YOU…YOU…I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE! YOU MAKE EVERYTHING SO COMPLICATED! WHY…WHY IS IT…THAT WHEN I'M WITH YOU I FEEL LIKE I'M FLYING…BUT AT THE SAME TIME I'M TRYING TO ESCAPE? STOP PLAYING MIND TRICKS WITH ME AND TELL ME, IKUTO, TELL ME! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!"

I fell to my knees, shaking even more violently. I tried holding myself but even my voice shook when I breathed. My chest felt tight and I felt myself at the brink of tears. I couldn't believe that I'd just spilled all my feelings out to him. I didn't even want to see his face. Quickly, I scrambled to my feet and started to walk away. Ikuto unexpectedly grabbed my wrist. He held it tight as if he didn't care if my hand would fall off. I winced in pain and whimpered. Just as I was about to scream at him again, he turned around and looked at me with those eyes again. This feeling in my chest was almost too familiar. He grabbed my face and kissed me again. I looked into his eyes as he kissed me and I wanted to deny my feelings for him, but it was impossible. I couldn't fight this feeling any longer. I slowly closed my eyes as tears were rolling down my face. Ikuto broke the kiss and held me tightly in his arms. We didn't say a word to each other on the ride home.