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I wipe the spitthat sprayed on my face - it's like I'm caught up in a tidal wave. People should really have some spit control when they shout.

"You complete idiot, are you insane?"

This isn't right; I'm the one who normally scolds Takamina for doing idiotic things, not the other way round -.-

I make an unconcerned smile although I'm shitting myself inside. "Come on girls, giving up Football for a week's easy!"

"You can't even give up peeking on the volleyball’s team locker room for a week!" she screams at me.

I suddenly punch her on the arm.

It's Monday: Day One of the bet and we're in the cafeteria. A public place. Must she always speak at a high volume?

"Are you sure you can do this, Yuko?" Mayu eyes me with doubt.

My friends really do have a little faith in me.

I take a generous bite of my sandwich and speak with my mouth full as usual. "Mayu, it'll be like giving up chocolate for a week, I swear," I reassure her.

Jurina shakes her head, unconvinced. "I just don't think you can do it."

I laugh. "Since when have I lost anything?"

"You've lost your mind!" Takamina says.

Must she always be witty at this time of the morning?

"I do loved your hair, Yuko-san," Jurina says with a sort of heart-rending dejection. My hair is rather envied by others.

"Juju, you're talking as if I'm going to lose this bet," I say with suspicion.

Jurina then erupts into a fake laughter, making me squirm uncomfortably. "Of course not, Yuko-san! You'll win… But if you don't, can I keep the shavings of your hair in a jar."

This kid really worries me -.-

As I'm about to put a piece of bread in my mouth, Nyannyan suddenly takes a seat next to me, making me miss aim and land bread into my nose. I take a few seconds to blow out the crumbs and ketchup before I casually shoot her a glance as if her appearance does not faze me (though it obviously has).

"Your nose is bleeding in ketchup," Mayu whispers.

I quickly make another blow and wipe the bleeding trails with the back of my hand, whilst Nyannyan watches me with an amused expression.

"How can I help you, My Love?"

"I just wanted to talk about the bet," she says.

Hell Yeah!! She's backed down already! She can't wait until a week and wants to start making out! Ohhh... Yeahhh!!

"Why are you unbuttoning your blouse?" She frowns.

It seems as if my hands have already started without me.

"So," I loosen on my tie, "come to say that you've had second thoughts on the bet then, eh?" I smirk.

"No," she eyes me as I stop undressing myself, "I just wanted to go over the rules."

I look at her blankly, "Rules?"

"Yes." She puts her hands together in a business-like manner. "For this bet you must keep away from anything Football related. That means no Football practices, matches or any type of actions with a ball."

What does she mean 'actions with a ball'? Does she think I'm sort of a ball fetish? Does she think I like to do perverted things with a ball?

"I'm talking about kicking and running, you idiot," she rectifies as I voice my thoughts.

"Oh." I rub the back of my neck.

"Also," she carries on, "you cannot touch anything remotely to do with Football. I'm talking shoes, nets, shirts - everything. And that includes magazines and books."

Thank Kami-sama I looked at that stunning new shoes with Takamina last night, five minutes after my conversation with her.

"If you win, I'll be your girlfriend. When I win," I notice greatly the change of diction, "You will be bald. Understand?"

"Perfectly," I answer her smugly.

"Well," she grabs an apple from the table and stands up. "See you around, Yuko." I listen to the crunching sound of her teeth biting into the fruit and can't help but wonder if she is picturing it to be my head…

"I think my day will never been better, actually," I reply, then wave her off merrily.

I turn back to our table and grab an apple, unexpectedly feeling in apple-fruit-mood.

"I can't believe how calm you are," Takamina shakes her head, "Yuko, Football is your life! You're crazy," she concludes, then attacks her plate of pancakes that is pushed towards her by Mayu. It's funny how easily distracted she is.

"I can predict how this will work out," Mayu leans on her elbow with her head in her hand, "This is day one, which is basically when you'll be in Denial."

I continue to chomp on my apple and say, "I never really liked Football anyway."

Mayu makes a knowing nod, "Then day two is Depression."

Suddenly my eyes starts to water without my control. I will not cry in a public place, dammit! "I can't live without my Football," I sniff.

"Day three: Panic."

"Oh my God! I can't do this! What if I lose? I'll be bald!" I clutch at my head. "I cannot live with baldness!"

"Day four: Anger."

I grab a fork and start stabbing it into my hand.

"Wow, she just went through four days of process within ten seconds," I hear Jurina say.

"She's a special case," Mayu explains.

That's the nicest thing she's said about me all week mid you that.

I then admire the holes in my hand, and...woah.

"Ow Cool, I think the holes spells Football!" I admire my hand at all angles, then fling it in front of Takamina's face to see. "Look, don't the holes spell Football?"

"Hmm, let's see." She holds my hand at eye level, and then unexpectedly smacks me upside the head.

"Geez, you're already delusional," Takamina remarks, thrusting my hand away and shoving more pancakes in her mouth.

I can't help but feel that this bet will be harder than I thought. And trust me; my thoughts have been pretty pessimistic.

"So, have you told the rest of your team yet?" Mayu asks.

I frown in return; I don't particularly want anyone to know. A Football captain quitting Football? People would go into hysterics if they knew what I was doing, mainly my team.

"I told one mid-fielder. That's good enough," I insist.

"That mid-fielder was Takamina," Mayu reminds me.

"Well, Takamina can pass the news on to the rest of the team," I say.

Takamina snorts. "No way! I don't want to be the bringer of bad news. Haven't you heard of the whole 'rape-the-messenger' thing?"

Rape the...what?

"The phrase is 'shoot-the-messenger'," Mayu says. "There is no rape or sexual conduct involved in any way, Idiot."

Takamina puts her hands in the air, "Whatever. Something to do with a message anyway."

All of a sudden someone taps my shoulder and I flinch. A glimmer of hope in my stomach begs it to be Nyannyan changing her mind, her flinging me on to the breakfast table and ripping all my clothes off.

I turn around and start to unbutton my blouse again.

It's not her.

Shit.

It's my soccer team. Sae, the goal keeper, standing in front of me with an eager smile on her face. I really don't want to give her bad news and wipe it off.

"Hey captain," she says, then gives some form of salute to me. It never gets old and makes me feel a little better. "So when's the next practice this week?"

The little better feeling is gone.

"Go on, Yuko," Takamina nudges me. "Tell 'em."

I punch her in the arm again. She really isn't making this any easier for me.

"Tell us what?" One of the mid-fielder, Atsuko, asks me. She crossed her arms with an expression that's insinuating I've done something wrong. Bitchy-ness radiates off her so much that Takamina utters the word "bitch" to prove my point on her emitting.

"To tell you," I take a deep breath, "I won't be playing Football this week."

Dramatic gasps are made.

"WHAT???"

Yes, that seems to be a common answer to the news. Again, much spitting, and it's from more than one person so it's even worse.

At once, questions bombard me.

"Have you been drinking for breakfast again, captain?" The defender, Miichan, makes a knowing nod at me. Great, my players think I'm inebriated. "You know, I've got something stronger in my dorm," she tells me in a murmur. "It’s called tequila. It really hits the spot."

I look at her unseemly. "Are you trying to buy my affection with alcohol?"

"Is it working?"

"Get away from me before I hit you, Minegeshi!" I yell at her, "And you better not be drinking before the match against Nogizaka next week!"

She then hurries off, mumbling something about having 'a shot' before first lesson. Oh Kami-sama…

"Was it something I did, Yuko-senpai?" I look down at Sashii who is, for some very odd reason, on her knees sobbing. "Something I said? I'm sorry! I promise I'll do better!"

What kind of players did I put on my team? They're all from a mental institute!

"Get up Sashihara," I order, and she stumbles to her feet. "You're a good player," I reassure her, "A little useless, but a good player." As I'm about to add some more words of comfort to her, she's rapidly pushed aside by Acchan.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screams at me.

Yes, some players do have respect for me. Others...well, they treat me as if I'm just another player with no common sense. Or, in Acchan's case, like some sort of dense leader who needs guidance.

"Have you forgotten we've got a match next week, Oshima?"

"Yes, I do know," I grit through my teeth. I sometimes question my authority, or lack of. "We've been practicing hard for the past few weeks and we're in top play. You girls can always practice without me anyway."

Acchan puts on innocent face for the offensive remark I know she'll make next. "Who says you don't need the practice, captain?"

I try and exchange a look with Takamina to see if she's thinking how I need to question putting her on my team, but I hear her murmur beside me, "I'm so attracted to her right now."

She has one track mind.

I get my attention back to Acchan and narrow my eyes at her. "Don't make me make you do laps next practice, Maeda."

"But I don't understand," Yui, the striker, comes forward with a hurt expression. "Why can't you play Football?"

I'm contemplating whether telling them about the bet will avoid Football balls hurled at my head, but swiftly Takamina speaks without my permission.

"She's ill," she says bluntly.

Snap, she did not think that through.

"She better be dying," Acchan mutters.

"That's it, Maeda. You're wearing a cat bikini costume next practice."

She makes a scowl and folds her arms. The cat costume is for any one of the players who pisses me off and have to wear it for the entire duration of running the bikini well…who doesn’t like bikini?

"I am not ill," I say finally with a sigh. "Or drunk," I add. "It's a bet."

The team instantly scoffs and there are phrases of, "Well, it had to a bet, didn't it," and "I can bet that I'll kick her butt!" which I assume came from Acchan.

Yui frowns, "A bet? But you're the student council President. Should you be betting?"

Oh yeah...the President thing. Forgot about that. Maybe I'm not exactly setting a good example. Oh well, too late now, eh?

"It's for scientific purposes," I lied.

"Don't use science as an excuse, Yuko," Mayu tells me off.

When I'm about to apologize, Mayu says with extra enthusiasm, "She's doing it to get Kojima-san!"

"Shiriri!" I hiss. I hit her and make her land in her soup. She deserved that.

"Ah, I see," Sae has come back to join the conversation in an unusually giggly mood. "It's has always something to do with Kojima-san."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snap.

Sashii suddenly recovers from her emotional state. "Don't you remember when you used the team to spy on Kojiharu-senpai when she had that date with Shinoda-senpai?"

Yui laughs with disbelief as I crouch low in my seat. "Yuko-san, when did you do that?"

You're looking at me again with disapprove; I was young when I did that.

"Last month," Takamina says.

Okay, so not that young. But come on, in drastic situations you have to do drastic actions. I'd like to think I've grown more mature since then.

"Captain, why are you smirking?" Miichan says.

Oh for Goodness sake! Why do I keep smirking at memories in public? It's starting to get embarrassing.

Just as I'm about to rectify that I was actually 'coughing', I look up and the team have gone, shoulders slouching away with despair.

"Your team is already cracking up without you, Yuko," I hear Takamina say.

Speaking of 'cracking', I think half my team is on crack, to be honest.

I'm deep in thought as I walk with my friends to my first lesson of Math with Ohori-sensei, replaying the scene with Nyannyan repeatedly in my mind. I may not be able to play Football or go near any Football related objects, but that doesn't mean I can't stop daydreaming in class how good Nyannyan would look in a Football uniform.

  Haruna POV

"YOU DID WHAT?"

I crouch lower in my seat at my friend's sudden outburst. We're in the Cafeteria for breakfast, and I'm not really feeling that hungry. "Honestly, Milky," I take a sip of my juice, "it's not a big deal."

Who am I kidding? Big deal? This is the biggest deal of the deals of the biggest.

"Not a big deal?" Milky repeats insanely. I don't like her excitement - she's practically glowing and it's blinding my eyes.

"You're going out with Oshima Yuko!" She bursts into giggles like some sort of giggle monster.

I replay over her words.

"That's if I lose," I point out to her sternly.

Milky makes a sigh which signals to me whatever comes out her mouth next will be something I don't want to hear. She leans towards me and says, "You want to lose don't you! I knew it!"

Cheeky cow! I cannot believe she just said that.

"No!" I hiss venomously. "Of course I don't."

I'm heating up in the face. What the hell is wrong with me?

Milky starts doing an odd celebratory dance and I threaten her to do council duties if she carries on. Yes, I’m taking advantage of my power as the vice president of this Academy just to make her stop making me go red.

Just when I start to control the blush in my cheeks, Milky says with a smirk, "I saw you last night, y'know."

Last night? What did I do last night? Did I black out? Did I get drunk and make out with someone in front of the teachers? Or did I make out one of the teachers? Oh, hell!

"You were looking at your hand," my best friend goes on. I somehow don't find myself making a breath of relief. Milky takes my hand and examines it for clues, I'm guessing. I quickly tug my hand away and shove it under my skirt. She looks at me suspiciously. "You were acting weird, just staring at your hand with faraway eyes."

"Why? Where's the hand been?"

I snap my head to scowl at my blacked-haired friend Yuki who's kept silent until now.

"Nobody!" I hiss.

Crap! I was supposed to say 'nowhere'! Oh Kami-sama! A Vice President don't make mistakes like this. I'm about to correct myself but Yuki suddenly widened her eyes making an exaggerated "ooooh" noise of delight.

"Nowhere is what I meant to say," I correctly state. "Nowhere," I repeat in a murmur.

"Aw," Milky coos and pulls on my cheek. "You and Yuko-san make such a cute-"

I pull on her hair before she can even finish the sentence; she makes a squeak and carries on eating her pancakes.

"So," I turn to Yuki who is silently smirking, "what do you have to say about the bet, then? Going to lecture me? Tell me how I'm going to lose?"

All my friends are against me! Traitors, all of them! TRAITORS!

"Actually," Yuki takes and eats a spoon of her cereal, "I think Oshima Yuko will be bald by the end of the week."

...I love my friends. Okay, I love Yukirin. Milky can choke on her pancakes for all I care.

"Exactly!" I say. I'm glad one friend believes in me. "Now I know where my friend's loyalties lie," I stick out my tongue to Milky who makes a sneer.

"If you're so serious about winning this bet, why don't you go finalize the rules with her?" Milky suggests. "She's sitting over with her friends," she points a finger down the end of the table where I spot Takamina making peeved shouts. "Go on, then," she pushes me to her feet.

"What, now?" I say nervously. "Wait a seco—"

But I'm pushed forward and stumbling down the aisle between the tables. I try to muster my dignity and not fall flat on my face; I'm the Vice President, after all.

I quickly take the empty spot next to Yuko, who for some reason is trying to eat bread by stuffing it up her nose. I watch as she blows and wipes until she thinks her face is clean. It's not, and Mayu points out her apparent bleeding situation. Thank heavens it was just ketchup.

"How can I help you, My Love?"

"I just wanted to talk about the bet."

Her eyes suddenly light up and she's unbuttoning her blouse—wait, she's actually unbuttoning her blouse? Er, what is she doing? I know I should be worried by this. I ask her why she's doing it and she doesn't answer. Typical Pervert. I don't think my sentence of 'I just wanted to talk about the bet' had a hidden meaning of 'strip off all your clothes now'. She must be drinking alcohol for breakfast again.

"So," she says, and is loosening on her tie now! What the hell is wrong with her this morning? I mean, not that she's not normally odd. "Come to say that you've had second thoughts on the bet then, eh?"

She's saying it as if she's not having any second thoughts. So that means I shouldn't say I have second thoughts because I am not going to be the one to drop the bet and be the weakling.

"No." Thankfully she's stopped undressing. "I just wanted to go over the rules."

She pales like a ghost. Ha, it's clear I've caught her off guard.

"Rules?"

"Yes," I say, and carry on explaining the rules that I'd thought over earlier this morning. "For this bet you must keep away from anything Football related. That means no Football practices, matches or any type of actions with a ball."

She makes a-Do- you- think- I- do- perverted- things- with- a- ball?-face which happens to be Yes. But I say, "I'm talking about kicking and running, you idiot."

"Oh."

"Also, you cannot touch anything remotely to do with Football. I'm talking shoes, nets, shirts - everything. And that includes magazines and books."

Those Football magazines and books are basically like pornography to her. Seriously - her and that Takahashi Minami.

"If you win, I'll be your girlfriend." Oh Kami-sama help me. "When I win," I make great emphasis and change of my words to show that I and winning will be inevitable, "You will be bald. Understand?"

"Perfectly."

"Well," I stand up and don't know how to make a dignified exit. I grab an apple on the table to amuse my fidgeting hands. "See you around, Yuko." I make a bite into the apple, picturing it to be Oshima Yuko’s head.

I walk back over to Milky and Yuki who are waiting by the hall entrance, Milky looking like Christmas has come early and Yuki looking positively bored. How those two became friends is beyond me considering they are total opposites.

The second I catch up to them and we start walking to Math class, Yuki fixes me with an exasperated but playful look.

"Can you get that kid away from me?" She points at Milky. "She's blabbering on about you and Oshima's wedding and what color bridesmaid dress I'm going to wear."

"Oh no," I groan, "She's going to be like that all week."

"Oi, I'm right here, y'know," Milky pouts. "So, what color wedding—"

I shut myself off as Milky starts blabbering on about different colors of pink or lavender, and what flowers I want and if I want roses because it suited me well, or maybe I should ask Yuu-chan first for her opinion...Wait what?! 0.O

"Permission to kill her?" Yuki murmurs beside me.

"Sure," I answer.

"Ooo, and what about the napkins, Haruna? What-"

"Shoot or stab?" Yuki asks.

"Both," I grunt.

I finally manage to get to the hallway and tumble inside the room in my Football gear and sweat that's not only come from the Football practice I've just had, but by the major running I took to get here. She better be happy.

I spot her over by the couch; her hands are full with papers for our usual Student Council Meeting.

"Nyanyan," I greet her, putting on a cheap smile. We've been on nickname basis and quite sociable terms ever since the start of our 6th year when she discovered we were in the student council together, forcing her to finally agree on making an effort to be friendly with me.

I think I'm actually starting to grow on her.

"Are you some kind of an idiot?"

Or not.

"Er...is that a rhetorical question?" I ask.

She stands, putting the papers aside as she eyes me up. Is she actually...checking me out? ...No wait, she's just glaring at me. False flirt alarm.

"Where the hell have you been?" She presses, poking me on the chest. She realizes I'm sweating and wipes her sweaty finger on my Football shirt...which is also sweaty. She then makes an angry groan. "You're thirty three minutes late, Yuko!" Again, freaky-time keeper. "Do you think I like waiting around for you all day? Huh? Do you think I enjoy wasting my time waiting for you to even bother showing up?"

"Well, considering you did wait...and...er..."

Okay, one of her eye is bulging. I better stop talking and make her happy with a 'no'.

"Er, No?"

"Where have you been?" She asks again.

I pull an apologetic face. "Look, I'm really sorry. I had Football practice and I was going over these new moves with my team. It's where both mid-fielders do a faint running. So let's say Striker A runs with the ball and Mid-fielder B and C runs with it on either side, and either Mid-fielder B or C drops and—"

I stop because Nyanyan's exaggeratingly put her head in her hands, faking snoring. I forgot she's not really a fan of Football. Of course, she'll support the team in every match and purposely ignore my calls of "I shot that last goal for my Nyannyan!"

Any other girl would find that a very heart-warming gesture. But for her, She acted like it was some sort of a curse and attempted to rip out my internal organs.

She finally opens her eyes and shakes her head at me.

"Oh God, all you ever think about is Football."

That is not true. I think about a lot of other important stuff! Like...global warming! But I never really understood it no matter how much Mayu (the smartest kid in this Academy who happens to be one of my closest friends) tried to explain to me. But still, I do think about it!

"I have other interests too," I say.

Nyanyan raise an eyebrow, "Like?"

Okay, think this through, Yuko. Tell her things that will make her like you. Okay, here are some choices:

a) Boobs.

b) Bullying Takamina.

c) Boobs.

Okay Yuko, you're not thinking this through are you?

"Yuko?" Nyannyan waves hand in front of my face as I'm spacing out.

Think faster, idiot! THINK FASTER!

"...Um..You?" I say with a damn sweet dimpled smile, if I do say myself.

She smacks me on the head.

Wrong answer, idiot.

"Wrong answer, idiot," Nyanyan says.

For a second, I think she's just read my thoughts and repeated them, but apparently she was just thinking the exact offensive feelings.

I think it's time to bring out the reinforcements.

I move closer towards her. "Why don't we stop this little act, eh?"

"What act?" She grits through her teeth. Aww how adorable, trying to be innocent! She knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"You know there's this...thing...between us."

"What thing?" Her eyes make into a dangerous cut.

Okay, now her innocently fake innocence is a little annoying.

"You know we're meant to be together," I tell her. Then I see her shaking; I'm not sure whether it's from nerves or general anger. "Me President, You Vice-President. Too much of a coincidence, I say."

I somehow think it was Aki-P trying to get us to get together. Gotta love that old guy.

"We are not having this same conversation again, Yuko."

I pout in a way that many girls have said is adorable. She asks why I am puckering like a fish and I put my lips back to normal.

"But why won't you go out with me, Nyannyan?"

"Because all you care about is Football!"

Maybe she has a point. My passion for Football does overthrow other duties, such as bullying Takamina. I've been too busy to prank her in quite a while now; I must be getting old.

"I do not just care about Football," I protest.

Suddenly Takamina bursts into the council room; with a wide grin on her face and a hand wrapped around a rolled up magazine. She runs up to me, completely ignoring Nyannyan’s presence.

"Yuko, there you are!" She literally bounces on her feet like a hyperactive puppy. "I just got the new Football Magazine!" She wags it in front of my face. "There's this new shoes and it's so stunning. You look at it and your eyes will burn! Trust me! They water like they're drooling!"

"OH WOW!" I can't help but shout in excitement. "Quick, lemme see! Lemme see!" I grab the magazine but then I notice Nyanyan out of the corner of my eye, angrily.

"Um." I bite my lip. "I mean, I'm not that interested. I'll look later." I hand Takamina back the magazine and push her away. "Or, maybe I won't look at all," I add to Nyannyan, raising my eyebrows impressively.

I turn back to Takamina who looks absolutely shocked at my words. She may even be crying tears of disgust.

"I will look later," I reassure her in a whisper. Nyannyan snorts, which makes me realize that my whisper wasn't low enough. Takamina looks happy and gives me a wink. In one quick move, she points at me, points at herself, points at the magazine, holds up a hand of five fingers (which I assume a sign language for five minutes) and hurries up back in our dormitory.

I'm so gonna hit her one later. 

"So, what were we talking about again?"

Nyanyan doesn't seem to be eager on carrying on with the conversation. "Oh yeah, why you won't go out with me," I frown in remembrance.

She shakes her head, somewhat tired. "Name one conversation we've had together that doesn't involve me arguing or telling you off for annoying me."

Oh...that's a hard one. This whole 'question and answer' thing I am not enjoying this. She doesn’t even give me any choices. It's unfair strategy.

"I can count two conversations we've had in the past six years in Akihabara. Two," she repeats, with much mockery.

"Care to share?" I say lightly. Apparently my light tone is not appreciated.

"The first one was in our 2nd year," she explains, "Beginning of April. Location: Cafeteria."

Ooohhh…I like how she documents things.

"It went like this: I said, Will you past me a sandwich? You said, Sure, would you like mayo on it? I then replied, No thanks."

Wow, I remember that conversation. She ate her sandwich and got ketchup on her nose. She was like a red-button nosed snowman. Not that's she's actually a man or anything...or made of snow or has stone eyes. Although she is occasionally cold towards me and stony glares are very much aimed in my direction.

"Very detailed," I mention.

"The next one," she carries on, "I'm not so sure about this, because it was the Football Club’s celebration party for winning a certain cup and I think I had a little too much root beer. It went like this: you asked me how much I had to drink. I said lots. I then asked how about you. You also said lots."

I remember that conversation very hazily. I think she got her facts wrong; there wasn't even any Root beer at that party. I vaguely remember Takamina spiking the punch with some hard alcohol and Mayu looked all disapprove-y. And Jurina got all crazy and tried to destroy the whole party.

I try to get back to the point, "We've had many more serious conversations than that, Y'know. How about the ones we had last year? I remember one where you asked me if you could borrow a pen—"

"And you replied by saying, 'I will if you go out with me, Kojima'."

I flinch. So maybe the ‘pen’ memory was a bad example.

"Oh, I know! When we were in the library and you couldn't find that book. So you asked if I could get it for you, I said sure and I did."

I smile smugly. That was a rare kindhearted moment of mine.

"You're leaving the ending part of that memory out."

Oh...yeah. Now come to think of it, maybe that wasn't a good example either.

"Oh, I think I said I deserved something in return when I found you that book. And er," I quickly turn red, "I said—"

"Go out with me Kojima, so you can take your head out of those books and into my skirt," she says in a deadly tone.

C'mon, don't give me that look. I was young and perverted. I was childish back then. I'd like to think I've grown a little more mature.

"Heh...heh heh..."

Shit. I'm smirking. I'm smirking at the memory of being a pervert. Stop it stop it stop it! My future-wife is getting angry. She seems to be grinding her teeth to dust. I like her teeth; they're shiny.

"Stop smirking!"

"Only if you go out with me, Kojima," I grin.

Ooohhh...She does not look amused.

"I was just joking," I clarify and put my hands up in defense. She doesn't find the joke funny and clenches her fists. I swear it was just a friendly joke...with not much friendly thought.

I was just trying to lighten the situation up; be humorous, which is something I'm not good at- though my jokes are slightly funnier than Takamina’s failure stories.

Girls always love that, don't they?

As I'm contemplating my theory on funniness, Nyannyan suddenly has a mischievous spark in her eyes.

"Why don't we make a bet," she says.

I lift an eyebrow. Kojima Haruna, Student Council Vice-President, betting? Now that's something you don't see every day. I'm glad to say that I am great at bets and have won many in my time in this Academy.

"What kind of bet?" I ask, curiously.

This time she moves closer to me. "A bet which involves, If you win, which is highly doubtful," she insists, with a snort, "Me being your Girlfriend."

Oh God! This is the best bet I have ever heard in my life. I can imagine her lips on mine already. It's perfect. Almost...too perfect.

"What's the catch?"

"You have to give up Football for a week."

What? She cannot be serious. She's insanely mad. Those student council duties have affected her brain.

"And what if I lose?"

"I shave all you hair off," she smirks.

I, without hair, am not attractive. Trust me. It's a fact!

"So, have we got a deal?" She holds her hand out ready to shake.

I cannot agree to this bet. It'll kill me. I swear it'll be the death of me. Don't get me wrong, I like Nyannyan and everything, maybe even more than that. But giving up Football? Mah! No way! My decision will not be yield.

"Okay," I say, and shake her hand.

You stupid moron! What part of ‘No Way’ don't you understand? Stupid, stupid hand!

As we both shake and look at each other intensely in the eye, I quickly pull her hand towards my mouth and peck a kiss on it.

Bad move.

She smacks me on the head again. "Bet starts tomorrow," she tells me as I rub the pain away. "Goodnight."

She turns on her heel and goes back to her dormitory, humming.

I am so screwed.

 Haruna’s POV

I'm going to kill that pervert squirrel. I don't know where that Oshima Yuko is but I'm guessing she's probably kissing a nameless girl in the corridor and examining her tonsils. Oh yes, I may be on a nickname basis with her but that doesn't mean I have nice thoughts about her.

I check at my watch again. Thirty two minutes late! I try to distract myself by shuffling the papers in my hand but only end up tightening it and making it crumple. I do not like crumpled papers.

Thirty three minutes now.

I'm going to rip off her soul.

"Nyannyan."

I turn my head from the council room couch and spot Yuu-chan coming towards me, putting on that usual dimpled smile.

"Are you some kind of idiot?" I yell.

Ha, that'll wipe that smirk off.

"Er...is that a rhetorical question?"

I don't know how she even made as the President of this Academy. She is incredibly smart in all our lessons so I'm assuming she is just acting this dumb because she simply cannot be this stupid.

I stand up, trying to put my crumpled papers down neatly and eye her, which rather hard because she’s shorter than me..pff…midget. She's panting and wearing that Football uniform of hers, and she's twisting an eyebrow; that smirky look. She must think I'm checking her out.

"Where the hell have you been?" I poke her on the chest but it instantly gets wet on the tip. Oshima Yuko sweat is on my finger. Eeww! I quickly try and wipe it on her shirt but that's soaking too! Where the hell has she been, in a lake? I groan, "Do you think I like waiting around for you all day? Huh? Do you think I enjoy wasting my time waiting for you to even bother showing up?"

"Well, considering you did wait...and...er..."

She's got a point actually. I did wait for her...Why? My left eye is bulging without my control at the fact that I waited that long for her and she looks freaked out.

"Er, No?"

"Where have you been?" I ask.

She makes a sort of puppy dog face, and for a second it affects me, but then I remember who exactly she is and this is her specialty. "Look, I'm really sorry. I had Football practice and I—"

I instantly switch off. She's blabbering on about some 'fainting moves' and mid-fielders, but frankly, that bores me to death. I hate the technical stuff of Football. To me, it's just running girls with a ball and a net. Her eyes light up as she explains and I put my head in my hands and make a loud snore, hoping she gets the message. She does and stops talking, Thank-Goodness.

"Oh God, all you ever think about is Football." I state.

"I have other interests too," she says, but weakly.

"Like?"

I wait as she looks above as if she's thinking through all her possible options. I let her think because she rarely contemplates her thoughts before she speaks, so I might as well cherish the moment. But when it's been at least a minute of silence, I am slightly getting annoyed.

"Yuko?" I wave a hand in front of her face.

"...Um...you?"

Really -.-, she did not just say that. I smack her on the head. I can't believe she's making a move on me at a time like this.

"Wrong answer, idiot," I tell her. She looks a little startled at my words, as if I've just read her thoughts or something.

All of a sudden, she moved closer towards me and I'm aware that it's just too close for me to handle.

“Why don't we stop this little act, eh?"

What? Where the hell has this come from?

"What act?" I grit through my teeth.

"You know there's this...thing...between us."

She is making absolutely no sense whatsoever. And this so called 'thing' I am totally unaware of.

"What thing?"

She looks annoyed that I do not understand. That doesn't really bother me.

“Me President, You Vice-President.” I think I'm shaking; I try desperately to keep my anger under control. "Too much of a coincidence, I say."

I suppose I do have to agree with her here. I'm sure it was Akimoto-san's idea to get us together. He's a wise man and knows too much.

"We are not having this same conversation again, Yuko." I now know where this little chat is going. She's going to ask me why I won't go out with her.

...She's puckering her lips like a fish. I tell her so and she reddens, making her face back to normal; or whatever her normal face is.

"But why won't you go out with me, Nyannyan?"

Does she think I’m a fortuneteller or something?

This persistent question is really getting boring. "Because all you care about is Football!"

She knows it's true. Sure, some people like it as a little hobby but her love for it go far beyond passion and lust.

"I do not just care about Football," she says stubbornly.

Out of the blue Takamina burst in the council room with some sort of magazine in her hand. She's jumping on her toes and is grinning in way that makes me feel very uneasy. I'm about to carry on my conversation with Yuu-chan but Takamina has run up to her and starts going on about, guess what: Football. I hear vaguely about something 'stunning' that makes me think that magazine may be some sort of porn, but then she mentions the word 'shoes' and I instantly get angry.

"OH WOW! Quick, lemme see! Lemme see!"

I'll let her see my fist.

She turns to look at me and sees my anger.

"Um...I mean I'm not that interested. I'll look later." She places the magazine delicately in Takamina's hands, as if it's the book of the Gods and must never be crumple. "Or, maybe I won't look at all," she adds to me with raised eyebrows. She looks at me as if I should be impressed. I'm not.

I glance at Takamina and she looks like she's either about to vomit, or start sobbing. What is wrong with all the people around here?

"I will look later," I hear her 'murmur' to her. Her murmuring is basically the same frequency as talking. It's not possible for her to lower her voice. It's as if she wants the whole world to hear because she's so arrogant.

Takamina looks happy at Yuu-chan's words. In a flash, she does some sort of odd sign language of pointing fingers and exits the room.

"So, what were we talking about again?"

I cannot believe she just asked that. 

"Oh yeah, why you won't go out with me."

At least she remembered eventually.

I shake my head and ask her a question that's been bothering in my mind. "Name one conversation we've had together that doesn't involve me arguing or telling you off for annoying me."

Ha, that'll shut her. She's just opening her mouth in an 'o' shape, so I take it as my turn to carry on speaking.

"I can count two conversations we've had in the past 6 years in Akihabara. Two,"

"Care to share?" She says lightly. Does she just think this is some sort of game? I don't think she can be serious for a second.

"The first one was in our 2nd year," I explained, "Beginning of April. Location: Cafeteria."

FYI, I like to document things that happens in my life.

"It went like this: I said, Will you past me a sandwich? You said, Sure, would you like mayo on it? I then replied, No thanks."

"Very detailed," she comments.

"The next one I'm not so sure about this, because it was the Football Club’s celebration party for winning a certain cup and I think I had a little too much root beer. It went like this: you asked me how much I had to drink. I said lots. I then asked how about you. You also said lots."

I think I remember Yuu-chan dancing on a table, then Jurina destroying it minutes later. It was a hazy night. Now that I think about it, I doubt what I was drinking was actually Root beer.

"We've had many more serious conversations than that, Y'know. How about the ones we had last year? I remember one where you asked me if you could borrow a pen—"

"And you replied by saying, 'I will if you go out with me, Kojima'," I finish.

"Oh, I know! When we were in the library and you couldn't find that book. So you asked if I could get it for you, I said sure and I did."

I cannot believe she's leaving out the end part of that memory. I tell her this and then she suddenly remembers the rest of the conversation, with much embarrassment I'm glad to say.

"Oh, I think I said I deserved something in return when I handed you the book. And er," she blushes, which is something odd to see on her. "I said—"

"Go out with me Kojima, so you can take your head out of those books and into my skirt," I finish in a deadly tone.

Can you actually believe she said that? I admit she's not as perverted now as she was back then. Maybe she has grown out of that childish stage, grown more respect with others and is more matu—is she smirking? She's freaking smirking! My teeth are grinding. My teeth...are grinding.

"Stop smirking!"

"Only if you go out with me, Kojima," she says, and she's freaking grinning, too.

I swear I will pull out her teeth and put them into her forehead, spelling out the word pervert!

"I was just joking." she said.

I don't mind a joke now and then. Yes, I'm the Vice-President in this Academy but I'll let my hair down and join in the laugh with my friends. But that... That was not funny.

I don't think I can take this anymore. I need to teach her a lesson - and suddenly, an idea comes to me. It's completely insane. Totally stupid. I'm not thinking it through at all.

"Why don't we make a bet," the words pour out of my mouth. I don't know who exactly is speaking but apparently it's me because it sounds like my voice.

"What kind of bet?"

I daringly move closer to her, attempting to be intimidating. "A bet which involves, if you win, which is highly doubtful," I snort, mainly because I never lose, and partly because I must win! and Her winning is not an option mind you that, "Me being your girlfriend."

Her face lights up like a Christmas tree and I'm aware that she's staring at my lips, but she shakes herself back to reality.

"What's the catch?"

Catch? Oh. I didn't really think of that part. Um...What thing does she love in the whole world that I can take away? Something she'll miss???

"You have to give up Football for a week." I say.

OH YEAH! TAKE THAT! She could never give up Football for a week that easily. I am an evil mastermind! >:D

...I think these council duties have affected my brain.

"And what if I lose?" she says.

"I shave all your hair off," I smirk. Yes, it's random, but she loves her hair. And plus, no other girl would go out with her again if she was bald. It's a fact!

"So, have we got a deal?" I say, and stretch out my hand ready to shake.

Though...I'm not sure if I can go through this. If I lose this bet, there is a lot to lose. Me, going out with Oshima Yuko? It just cannot happen. Maybe Yuu-chan is stronger at resisting Football than I think…I steal a glance at her and she has a frustrated expression, as if she's arguing with her thoughts.

I've decided. I can't go through this bet. It's insane. Me, betting? I'm not a gambling person. I can't believe I even suggested it in the first place.

But suddenly Yuu-chan touches her hand against mine and she's shaking it, before I can pull away. It's too late!

"Okay," she says, without a hint of concern in her voice.

As we're staring each other in the eye, trying to see who will snap first, Yuu-chan then startles me by pulling my hand forward and pressing it to her lips. I get a tingle and I'm absolutely furious.

I smack her upside the head. Pervert.

"Bet starts tomorrow," I tell her, "Goodnight."

I turn on my heel and head towards to our dormitory, making sure to act calm by humming. Humming is normal, right? Right?

Oh Kami-sama. What have I done?

The second I shut the door in my room, I look down at my hand she kissed and somehow find myself not wiping it; even though it's sweaty.