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| - "I'm Akane, Akane Naberius." Yep, I was still standing here in front of this girl. I still hadn't moved, and the registration was probably already taken. Crap, my attendance is going to be noted. Shit! I need to go. Why am I not moving? She's still here I thought. At least be decent here and answer her. I don't even know her though. But yet, she happens to know me. She was definitely not in the same school I was in before Tekai, that I can guarantee. But how does she know me then? Wee in the same year, but she's was bever in any of my classes. Was she? Have we met before. A-ka-ne. There's something about that name. It's sounds like it could be Japanese. Pretty obscure, but do-able. No, Naberius, that is not Japanese. It sounds . . . Latin? Possibly Italian- no scratch that; Italian surnames end in vowels like their first names. Weird, but it might be English. Not American English mind you, British English. I don't know, something seems somewhat . . . privileged about her. Don't ask me why, I had no idea what was making think that at the time. Akane. Akane. A-ka-ne Na-be-ri-us. Why is that saying something to me? Wait. That names is ringing a broken bell in my head. I have heard that before. So where, but where? A-ka-ne, Akane. Where? Damn brain. Think already! School. Something in the school. I must have heard it. Or read it? A flyer? The newspaper? Did she win an award or something? No, I must have heard it somewhere. She won something. Yes, I am positive on that. She was a champion, but what was it? Well, sports can definitely be ruled out as she's not red in the face and waiting to clobber Shoda for perving on her and the other girls in the gym not more than ten minutes ago. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to introduce yourself?" Gaah! Shit, I really should have said something. I was probably creeping her out like this. Why am I still here? School started. "You already said my name." Its true, she did. "I know, but it's only manners to at least respond to lady's question with equal informative value." Privileged was now looking like a too far off word. But still, she's smiling. It's really starting to freak me a little. I'm still standing here. It's like she's petrified me to the spot. With those eyes, those burgundy coloured eyes. Like two orbs of red wine pouring themselves over me. I almost just can't stop stari- Wait, what? Oh crap, I'm turning into one of those creepy guys who just stares at girls and doesn't talk to them. Only in my case, she was aware of this and freaked out by it. Wait, since when- Never mind that! Just talk to her you idiot! I cleared my throat, trying to snap myself back to life. "Well, you already know I'm Zenjirou, so I guess there's no point telling you that." Shes still smiling at me. Ok, where do I go from here; She's smiling, she's talking to me, she stopped me to talk. Just ask! "Um, since you're here. Is, uh, there anything I can do for you, . . . Miss Akane." . . . You are a moron! What kind of person says that to someone at school? And to a girl? And you did it to both! "Well, being direct now." What? She's not mad? "It's good to see I'm not going to be wasting my time after all. "Wait, what does that suppose to mean?" "It means I'm showing interest in you." H~ghh. This is too much more my brain. Please don't let me dreaming, or should it? Fantasy pickup, or socially awkward reality? H~ghh. I think my brains melting from being put under this kind of heat. She's still here, she's still smiling at me, and I'm making her giggle. Is this good? Or am I fucking this up too much. "If that's not what you want then I won't hold you any longer." I couldn't move, so was there really that option? No wait, she was letting me go. Maybe I should just take the out and leave. I lived like this for years, no attachment to anyone. One more excuse won't be a blow to anything important. God, my own thoughts are fighting against me now. Why, why am I now arguing with myself. My god, I must be turning into some reclusive freak who talks to himself. No, I'm already doing it! Why am I yelling at myself! "I take it that you want to listen then." I wasn't doing anything else at this moment in time. Plus, when does someone like me get the chance to talk a girl, at all. It was a bonus that she wanted to talk to me. And she says she was interested. That could only be good. "Um, uh-huh." I should seriously start thinking more about what I say before I blurt them out. But she was still here, so I have to at least be scraping into doing fine with this conversation. "I wanted to know if you did anything after school tomorrow?" That's all? Is she going to get somewhere with this? "I-I, no, no I d-don't. I'm free tommorow afternoon." . . . That hole of yours is so deep, you'll reach the centre of the earth for sure now. Is it weird that I am starting to think her face can't name any different facial expressions? I've been standing here, God knows what my face looks like right now, and yet she us still smiling away with both her eyelids shut. "Perfect" she replied, flicking her right wrist and a piece of paper seemingly materialised in her fingers. "Then this is for you." She forced into my hand, nOt hard, but it was enough that I could let go of it now. And all this before I could even put in a word of protest. H~heeh. But I felt a little giddy when she grabbed my hands. Something about it felt so soft. "What is it?" She tilted her head, raised a finger and opened one if her maroon coloured eyes, "It's a flyer. My club hands them out to people. Call it 'community service' if you will." The title read something about 'Esotericism', but I thought she would of had a place with the magic club with that kind if sleight of hand. "Your wish shall be granted?" Thats what it read. It was weird. I was expecting this circle with the triskelion to be some form of voodu hex placed in this paper, but looking at his bland the paper appeared, I thought wrongly on that. I kept on looki, but the wholeg thing made no sense to me. What was up with that writing also. What wish? "The back, silly" She told me as she tuned the paper around to a blank side. Across the back, written in blue ink was a series if numbers. Her phone number? Her phone number! Oh shit, this was real! This was all too real! "But if you really want to, you could always give wishing a try. But you'd have to really want it." she was still giggling while was looking in bewilderment at this piece of treasure I now held in mpy hands. Some stupid flyer which seemed practically a joke was now a scrap paper with her number written on it. Priceless. As was my expression. i was feeling a bit shaky in my chest. I reached and touched over my left pectoral. My heart was racing abnormally, and my face was also feeling a little warm. What was I feeling right now? I panicked a little when I felt her hand pressies elf I ermine. I jumped a little, in a scare. "What?" She was still smiling. Wasn't all this hurting her? It was a nice smile, but doing it for this long, I must be making myself look like a rig fool in front of her fur her to keep this up. "Oh nothing. Just teasing you." She pulled her hand away, and the warmth started cooling down. Do all girkps do this to guys when they start touching each other? Or a, I confusing this with some autumn fever I was catching out here? "Well, I can't hold you here forever. Better get to class now." I looked up in a daze after she had already taken a few steps behind herself, almost skipping backwards. She then finally turned to her side, preparing to leave. "Catch tommorow then." Tommorow? Oh, yeah. The date. I'm going on a date! Oh dear. Breath! Shit like this doesn't happen, but it has, and now I can't control myself for some reason. This doesn't happen at all. I'm going on a date with Akane Naberius. Guys like me don't go on dates with hot women like her. It doesn't do it. it never has. Now it is. Dear me! Wait? . . , oh fuck! Class! I'm so late! Wait a minute though? "But, what about you?" She turned. She wasn't smiling fir a shirt bit. She was curious, but then the sling came back, along with her signature laugh. "I have my club duties, so I'm excused. Better start working those legs." My legs? Oh fuck, she means I have too run! I had no time for this! "Crap." I raced through the halls once I was in the doors. I saw the time; fifteen minutes past nine. What on earth was I thinking staying out there? What was I still doing out there? She was there. Why me? Never mind, I don't have time. i burst through the door, but my breath was gone from a flight of stairs and a run through the corridors. My leg were working to the bone. I was pooped. I could not move another step, but I was there now. crap! The class was staring at me. Red in the face, sweating, embarrassed. Even the teacher was staring at me? If I wasn't making from oxygen yo my brain right now, I would be ringing out his name from my head and onto my tongue. I only had him once a week, but still four weeks should have been enough to remember. "Ah, Mr Santōno. Good to see you could make to class today." "I'm sorry sir. I was held up. But, that's not a good excuse. Forgive me." "It's quite alright, Santōno" he replied. It was? He wasn't mad?. "I would just like to be informed of things like this before class starts." Wait? Does he know what happened? How would he be ok with this? Am I thinking too much into this? I should just go with it, do long as I'm not getting into trouble. "It was kind of last minute. Again, sorry." i contnued to apologise, but he seemed to understand. A little too well. Am I sure we're talking about the same thing? "It can't be helped. You may take your seat." Wow! I got off pretty easy? How on earth though? Still, maybe this was worth it all. Karma helping out in my life, done shit like that? Maybe? i sat down at my desk. Three desks from the front, two from the windows and from the teacher's desk. I heard a cracker of paper, under my trousers? i scooted a little to reach for it. I pulled out, yet, another piece of paper. It wasn't scrap, well it was a flyer. It was a torn page from a book, still with guidelines to assist with keeping spaces with writing. But it wasn't a clean piece. It did have writing on it: We're even now. I told him you had a familial emergency. Yep, he's defiantly my friend now. So that's one, which has taken me a year, so I should have another one, either with him or replacing him next year. My prospects dont look so bad. But now with Akane is a whole different matter; one girlf-, *ahem* one girl, period, in sixteen years. So if this goes on like this, I can expect another girl to notice me . . . in what? Another sixteen years? When I'm thirty two? Fuck, now I'm thinking about that date I have! What am I suppose to do? I have never done this. I've never been anywhere with a girl, not to mention being asked out to take her on a date? What the fuck was I suppose to do? I don't know what she sees in me, but if this is karma throwing me a bone here, I need to make the most or it, and at the very least not screw up this one opportunity I give. I think I might need a favour from a friend on this one. He may be a oerv, but he should know something about women at the very least that doesn't involve their undergarments. I hope. I'm doomed aren't I?
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