Kyoko grinned
when she was announced as fifth place together with one of the third
year boys. Noriko beat her with less than a ten vote margin and lined
up beside the other third year.
Hitomi-chan
fidgeted uncomfortably when it was clear she wasn't partnered with
anyone. Urufu apparently timed his absence superbly to miss out on
receiving his third place prize.
The junior took
second place with a solid margin to Hitomi-chan, and the cheering
from the audience told Kyoko how popular she was among her fellow
second years. Ryu smiled shamefacedly when he was announced as the
runner up and joined the grinning second year girl.
A wave of roaring
sound rolled in over the stage when Nao-sempai and Kuri-chan entered
the scene. Kyoko guessed last day's fashion show decided the results,
because both won their respective first place by a margin so large it
wasn't even funny.
Urufu, that
was nasty of you. Hitomi-chan didn't deserve to stand here alone.
Truth be told
Kyoko felt a little bit betrayed. After a scowl she made up her mind
and twisted those feelings into something good. If Urufu didn't think
this was important enough for him to drag his lazy arse here then she
could spend the next twenty minutes together with Yukio watching the
band.
In front of her
Noriko turned and faced Kyoko. “Where's Urufu?” she shouted.
Kyoko shrugged
with both palms out. She had learned the outlandish gesture from
Kuri-chan, and by now most of the club members used it jokingly
whenever they were clueless.
Noriko smirked
and shook her head before facing the audience again. Any longer
conversations were impossible with the thundering cheers drowning all
other sound.
Ah, I like
your kindness! Kyoko thought when Ryu caught Hitomi-chan's hand
and greeted the crowd sandwiched between two girls. I wish you
find someone for yourself.
She couldn't see
Hitomi-chan's face, but Kyoko noticed how the left wing beauty stood
straighter after Ryu's gesture.
I'll chew your
face off for this, Urufu. Yukio and I both will. He could have as
much problems understanding girls as he wanted, but what he had just
done was just inconsiderate.
She felt bad for
Hitomi-chan, and when the ceremony was over she hurried backstage and
turned off her radio. Yukio smiled at her all the time and she
grabbed his hand and followed him into the crowd.
“Watch the band
with me?” she said, putting her lips close enough to his ear that
it counted as a kiss.
He nodded back at
her and led her through a mass of bodies. They couldn't go too far
away or they wouldn't make it back in time for the fashion show. Both
she and Yukio had small parts to play in it.
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