Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Hanging Out(3)

The hit made a loud boom sound that resonated across the whole restaurant. The people at the nearby tables- even the people in line, looked over at me, confused. They probably thought I was crazy or something. How embarrassing...

I look around. It wasn't just the tables near us, it was the pretty much the whole restaurant. 

My face lights up bright red. My mind starts scrambling. What do I even do? How embarrassing.

I bow and apologize for being so loud.  

"Mommy, Is that Onii-chan okay?" A little kid at one of the further tables asks. My face turns even more red.

"Shhh! Don't say that." The mother says to the kid.

"Pfft!" Souma starts laughing.

I sit back down, my face still red.

"Nice going, buddy. Lol." He intertwines the fingers on both his hands and places his chin on top of it. He was grinning. 

"...Thanks." I say sarcastically. 

"I was kidding."

"I know."

He starts laughing again. "Being with you really is entertaining, Haruka!" He smiles while still in the same pose as before. He was staring straight at me.

"..." I was a little surprised. "...I see. Same for you, Souma." I give him a small and soft smile. It's pretty fun being around him.

I suddenly remember something he said a little before as I sip on my drink. Because of all this: me embarrassing myself, I forgot all about it.

"Is it really true we won't have any free time?" I say, a little afraid of him saying 'yes'. That would really bad. Like really really bad. The worst thing to ever happen.

Wait, doesn't that make High schoolers workaholics? Is that a good thing? I mean, later on it may be useful, but... I don't know. Anyways, if all they have is work- then how can they say they enjoyed high school? They sure are strange. Sadly, I will soon be one myself. Meaning, I might also become strange.

"I was just kidding." He says, waving his hands up and down. It was as if he was fanning himself. He was finally off of his beloved hands.

"Huh...?" What does he mean?

"That whole thing about high schoolers having no free time was somewhat a lie. Hmm~ A better way to explain would be, I exaggerated it a little,"

"What?" 

"Obviously they get some free time. Even College/University students have free time. They just don't have as much time to their self anymore. It's the same for high school students."

"Oh... I see..." I guess I fell for one of his jokes again. How embarrassing.

Why are all the people close to me so good at acting?! First Onee-chan and now Souma.

Sigh, so because of this lie, I embarrassed myself in front of these people... This guy....!!!

We finished eating and soon leave the restaurant. 

It was still the afternoon. The clouds were still white and the sky was still as blue as ever.

A minute passed by as we were walking together and then a random girl suddenly approached us. 

By her looks, she looked like she was in college or in her last year of high school. She had long black hair that was just hanging their. It wasn't tied or anything. It was loose- to put it another way. She looked like one of those mature types or whatever. It's just something Souma showed/told me about once. 

She was standing in front of us with her phone in her hand while fidgeting with her fingers.

"U-um, can I get your number?" The girl says holding out her phone. She wasn't holding it towards me. It was towards Souma. Her voice wasn't really filled with that much embarrassment, but it did have a slight hint of it.

There was a little bit of confidence in her voice. Not like arrogance- as in she thinks shes really pretty and that he would accept no matter what, but... something on a lower level then that. It was the type of confidence that would make sure people don't take advantage of you.

Souma once told me that the older women type should be confident or something like that. It was either that or he said, they were confident. Older women, that is.

In a way, I kinda respect her. Well, I guess you would call this respect. Other then the older women are confident blah blah, she's asking for his number even though its really embarrassing. I mean, if it were me- if I were to ask a girl for her number- that would be really nerve- raking and embarrassing. I probably wouldn't be able to have that little bit of confidence. I would also be thinking about the worst case scenario  a lot: Rejection. I might even mess up what I was trying to say.

To be honest, this was giving me a little bit of deja vu. This used to happen a lot. Well, it was a little different, but it was in the end, him getting hit on by girls. When I first saw him, I remember seeing girls swarming him. They were all smiling; him included. I thought he was some kind of lady killer or something and decided I should stay away from him. But, of course, just as millions of stories go, a little after I found out he was a pretty cool guy and we slowly became friends. Now, we're good buddies. Or rather, 'Bros for life' as he calls it.

Even after we became friends, he was confronted by girls a couple of times. Because of that, I'm kinda used to this.

Behind her I notice another girl watching the one currently talking with Souma. It looked like she was antsy in anticipation to see whether or not she(the girl currently talking to Souma) would be able to get his number. Maybe she's also planning on asking for his contacts if her friend(It looks like they are) can get it. 

But of course, stuff like this always end the same-

"Sorry~" He places both of his palms together, apologizing. His lady killer-cheerful-mashup thing mode is on. That was made by me(the name for the weird mode). I pretty much summed up what this particular personality of his is. "I can't right now~ I also don't have my phone with me. Sorry~" He apologizes again.

Oh~ So this is today's option, eh.

"Then I can write my number on a piece of paper and then later you can-" She was saying but was cut off.

"Sorry~ I really can't right now~ I'm a little busy right now. I also have some work to do when I get home~" He says. 'Hopefully she takes the hint'. Is normally what people would think in these situations. I wonder if Souma's thinking the same. I felt like he was a little pissed off, but it was probably just me. 

"A-Ah, I see. Sorry then." The girl walks away while looking down at the floor. The other girl also follows behind her. 

I look back at them and see the both of them looking at me. It wasn't a normal look. It was more a like a glare or a death stare or something. Like they wanted me away from him or something. 

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I didn't react. I think I might have gotten one of these glares before. I turn back my gaze to what was ahead of me. 

"Sorry for wasting your time like that, Haruka." He looks at me, with an apologetic smile.

"I don't really mind. I'm used to this," I say. "Are you mad?" I ask.

"Mad?" He seems to be confused as to what I mean.

"I mean, those girls,"

"Ah, no, not really. Why?"

"No reason. You seemed like you were mad."

"Hmm~ Really?"

"Yeah."

"I see." He turns around and takes a couple steps forward. I could only see his back. I couldn't see his face or his front. Well, I could, but not much. Just the side of his right cheek. "Well, Don't worry, I'm not mad." He says with his hands in his pocket. The summer breeze blow. His hair got pushed a little. "Well, we going?" He turns to look at me, the wind still assaulting his hair. 

"Sure." I walk up to him and we start walking.

I laugh to myself a little. 

"Whats wrong?" He asks.

"It's nothing."

It seems he heard it.

The reason I was laughing was because I was a little 'glad'. Why? Because, if we really did go to the same school, I would probably get those glares everyday. I truly am lucky... I joke. Of course, I wouldn't mind going to the same school even if I get glared at every two seconds. Of course because, I'm just such a great friend.

On another note, I guess I'm glad he didn't use that line. No, I guess I'm happy for the girl. 

The thing is, when Souma uses the line, 'How about the next time we meet.' Or something like that when a girl asks for his number or if they want to go on a date with him or something like that- the girl that said it- we never do see her again(it's always a girl). 

Of course, it's just pure luck that we don't see the person. Souma doesn't do anything. But I wonder... would he really give his contacts or do whatever the girl said? Well, it doesn't really matter, I guess. But still, Souma really is a strange one. I look over at him.

Even though he talks about girls 24/7- and he has the chance to get one- no, way more then one. Like 10 or something- he doesn't do anything. Girls keep giving him chances, but he keeps turning it down. Why though? This makes no sense! 

I'm not saying I wouldn't turn them down, it's just, he keeps rambling on and on about them. Because of that, it makes no sense.

But, it's not like I'm gonna ask him or anything. I don't feel like I should I guess.

"Souma." 

"Yeah?"

"Even though you always talk about girls, why do you always turn them down?" I ask anyways. It's not like it was a slip of the tongue or anything. I purposefully asked. I thoroughly thought of what I would say and stuff like that. This might be my only opportunity. And plus, curiosity got the better of me, I guess.

For as long as I've been with him, he's always rejected the girl's offers. He never accepted even one

"Hm? " He turns around halfway and then stops. "Ah, that. Heh, I had a feeling you would eventually," He snickers. He places his hand on his neck while looking a little down. There was a faint smile on his face. He looks back at me. "Well... there is actually no reason!" He says, after a pause while grinning, playfully. 

"No reason?" I don't get it.

"Yeah. I'm not sure how to explain it. I guess I don't feel like it," He looks up at the sky. "After all, love shouldn't be taken so lightly." He looks up at the sky as if he was looking past it. Looking way beyond the white clouds. Maybe he thought he could see outside of earth if he kept staring upwards.

Cringe. Absolutely cringe. It's hard to believe what he's saying when it comes from his mouth. Love? Huh? Since when did he care about love? Or could it he always has? Nope. That makes almost no sense.

Oh well. What was I even expecting him to answer with anyways? Well, I shouldn't have expected anything at all. I guess it doesn't matter why he rejects them all them.

We continue to walk together, talking about almost anything really. We talked about some school things and what we want to do in future. We also talked about our school choices; the programs and the clubs and stuff. Well, it was pretty much him talking about it rather then me. I didn't really know much about the school, to be honest. Of course, at the end of the topics, he once again brought up the topics of girls. The girls that will be at his school and stuff. The girls that will be on the sports teams and then type of girls that will go straight home. He even talked about what's charming about them and stuff.

On another topic, I wonder how smart he will be compared to the other students.

I really wonder why he rejects them all the time? His type should the older women type, if I'm not wrong. Well, it seems it might be. Probably is. But then, that makes me even more confused. The girl that just asked for his contacts was clearly his type(I guess), so why did he disapprove of her? He really is strange. 

Wait... could it be he's actually into younger women but tried to lie to me about liking older ones?! I guess that would make sense.... a little bit. I see, I see.

Heh, he really is smart. He was able to trick me so well. I would have never thought he was lying. Mhm, he really is quite good at this. I then remember Onee-chan. She also fooled me quite well. I chuckle.

I remember what she said. She said she did drama. Could it be he also did theater? Maybe he did.

"Have you ever done acting before?" I ask.

"Hm? No, why?"

"Hmm~ I see. No reason." He didn't do acting? Then how? I guess smart people are just different. Just kidding. 

 

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