Miss Incomplete | ✓

46 | He Loves Me Not

Okay, wow, um it's currently 3 am right now where I'm writing this and this girl deserves an award. She is reading through my entire book (well, up to this published point) and voting on every single chapter. I wanna dedicate this chapter to _NAMJULY_, and I also want to give a little shoutout to aanoymousxp for voting and commenting! i wanna thank all of you guys for dedicating your time to reading this story and hopefully, the more to come.

I move pass the living room where Kenji and his friends held their party; playing video games on the consul as they made jokes about one another's appearance. I enter into the kitchen, ignoring their ignorance as I see my grandma."Kenji no tomodachi wa owatta. [Kenji's friends are over?]"

"Hoka ni dare ga son'nani sōon o tsukurimasu ka? [Who else would be making that much noise?]" I joked, plotting myself into a seat at the breakfast table. I grabbed a banana off the stand, and begin to peel, taking a bite.

I didn't say anything else as I allow my mind to wander about tomorrow. Since it was going to be Monday, and dad said my final day of staying at home was coming to an end today, I was thinking about Julian. How can I face him tomorrow knowing he knows I was Miss Incomplete? That weird freak that sends love letters to his direction?

"Reileen," I came from my thought as my grandma appeared before me, a hand on her hip as she looks down on me, "Daijōbudesu ka? [Are you alright?]"

"Huh? Sō sō! Watashi wa kanpekidesu! [Huh? Oh yeah! I'm perfectly fine!]" Even my fake voice couldn't penetrate the stare down my grandma given me; she begins to take a seat at the chair in front of me, setting down the spatula in her hands.

"Nani ga okotte iru, koibito? [What's going on, sweetheart?]" She asks, her voice patient and kind. I look up to her, seeing the motherly role she's taken on and frown.

"Sore wa nanimonai, sore wa chōdo - sore wa Jurianda. [It's nothing, it's just— it's Julian.]" I sigh, trying to think away from him and the nervous feeling crowding in my stomach at the mere thought of him, "Watashi wa zutto mae ni nanika orokana koto o shimashita. Ima, kare wa sono orokana koto o shirimashita. Kare wa watashi o hidoku kangaeyou to shite imasu. [I did something stupid a long time ago. Now he found out that stupid, and I think he's going to think badly of me.]"

"Mā, sono baka wa shazai de shūsei dekimasu ka? [Well, can that stupid be fixed with an apology?]"

"Īe, dekimasen. Watashi ga shūsei dekiru monode wa arimasen. Sono masani nani ka hazukashī. [No, it can't. It's not something I can fix. Its just something embarrassing.]"

"Sore ga anatanokokoroni aru nodeshou ka? Orokana machigai? [Is that all that's on your mind? A stupid mistake?]" My grandma draw and letting out a large exhale, I shook my head, coming to an conclusion.

"Īe, watashi wa kare ga sukidesu, soshite, watashi wa kare ga ima kore o shitte iru koto o watashi ni kirau node wanai ka to osorete imasu. [No. I like him, and I'm afraid he won't like me knowing this now. ]"

My grandma merely smiled, playing a consulting hand on my shoulder, "Koibito, sore wa kare ni wa kankei arimasen. [Sweetheart, it won't matter to him.]"

I furrowed my brows at my grandma's words, "Dō yatte shiru? Kare ga watashi ga kimyōna hito ka, soretomo sutōkā ka nanikada to omou to dō narimasu ka? [how would you know? What if he thinks I'm a weird person or a stalker or something after this?]"

Her expression doesn't faze, and she continues to sport on that old womanly smile. "Watashi wa kare ga anata o miru hōhō o mitanode. Anata wa sono yōna hito o miru dakede wa arimasen. [Because I've seen the way he looks at you. and you don't just look at anyone like that.]"

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After the heart-to-heart with my grandma, I felt slightly better about my adventures of tomorrow. I took a bowl of ruffles from the kitchen, sneakily taking it from sight of my father if he leaves his office, and begin to head upstairs, passing once more, Kenji's group of friends.

Once I reached the stairs, I heard their conversation conversing, "Ken, you know, if I was older, your sister wouldn't be so bad to do things to; if you know what I mean."

A crowd of laughter cheered for the guy who said, and I felt my fist bubbled up, "Michael ain't wrong Ken. Your sister has a hot bod; the only problem with is you know, I'm more into more people of you know, my kind." Another guy enters the scene, and followed by an agreeing sound of the rest of the group.

"Plus, your sister was like a real bitch. She kicked Wyatt out, and the way she did it — ugh. She was so annoying, probably cranking for not having her needed dog that day." That was followed by another boom of laughter.

"Don't worry, Ken, you're not like your sister so it ain't that bad for you. I bet, your sister is going to be like thirty before she gets a boyfriend!" That was followed by another round of laughter, and just as I set my bowl of ruffles down at the stairs, I begin to walk back down when I hear.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW!" Kenji's voice boomed through the house, almost shaking the ground. His voice seeped in anger, and I walked closer to see Kenji standing up with his hand pointing towards the direction of the front door. His face red in anger.

"Chill, Ken, we were just joking around—"

"I don't give a fucking fuck, Hunter, if you don't get your ass out of my house in five seconds, I'll show you what my kind can do." His eyes glaring and as his friends saw he wasn't kidding in any way, they begin to shuffle out of the couch and rushing out the door.

"Just so you know," the last guy coming out the door, turns back towards the direction of Kenji, "you're so not cool anymore, Ken!"

"The name is Kenji," Kenji said as he takes something and throws it into the direction of the front door, forcing the boy to close it before it touches him. I walk to the final step of the stairs, coming into view of the living room. Kenji, panting hard as his chest rise up and down, found me at the end of the stairs.

I smile, crossing my arms as I was about to open my mouth to praise him, he cuts me short, "It wasn't for you, if that's what you're thinking," he states, his eyes went back to the front door, before finding me again, "I was tired of those friends anyways."

I smile again, "if that's what you say, Kenji."