I Don't Understand you ||Tsukishima Kei Story

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Y/n's pov

"Wait... so where are we going?" Emma asks. "I forgot."

"Um... I don't remember," I say. "One sec."

I quickly pull out my phone, dialling in Wakatoshi's number before pressing the call button.

"Hello," he says.

"Hola Nino," I say. "I just have a quick question."

"You are supposed to be heading to marigolds cafe to had in your week's absence paper," he says.

"Oh yeah, I knew that," I say. "I was just calling to ask you if you wanted me to buy you anything from the store?"

"You didn't bring your wallet with you," he says.

"I know that I never bring my wallet," I laugh. "What do you take me for? I don't wanna get jumped."

"Well you do have your wallet, it's in your right pocket," he says.

"It is n-" I stop once I feel it. "Why are you tricking me?"

"It was fun," he says. "I see the appeal."

"Don't do it anymore, only I get too," I say.

"Why?" he asks.

"Because," I say. "It triggers me."

"Fine I won't anymore," he says.

"You better not be mocking me," I say.

"I'm not," he says.

"You can't see it but he's smiling," I hear Tendo sing in the background.

"I said not to mock me," I say. "I'm not kidding."

"I was smiling at Tendo," he says. "Don't worry."

"Should I hang up?" I ask.

"I don't know?" he says. "Tendo?"

"Mmm, don't know," he says.

"I'll take that as a yes," I sigh. "Now peach out."

"Goodbye," he says before the line goes dead.

"Wait... Emma," I say. "I forgot where we were going again, and I don't think it's safe to call Wakatoshi back."

"Hottie at twelve o'clock," she nudges my arm. "Look."

"Hottie where?" I start glancing around. "Show me."

"Over there," she says. "Like she's really hot."

"Work," I say. "We're going to my work, I'm really stupid."

"Look at the hottie by the cafe," she says.

"Look I work there," I say, walking toward it,

"Y/n wait," Emma says.

"Surprise surprise," it's that bitch, Roxanne. "It's the one and only Ushijima Y/n."

"If you're here to fucking harass me I'm going to throw hands," I say. "Back the fuck up."

"You know here?" Emme asks. "Give me her number."

"I'm about to give her a black eye," I say, pushing up my sleeve. "That's all she's getting."

"Hey hey," Emma says, grabbing my arm. "Let's not shed any blood."

"This hoe ruined my damm life," I say. "You hear me, she fucked me over."

"All I hear is chatter chatter chatter," she rolls her eyes. "Now how do I get Tsuki to like me."

"He'll never like you," I say. "You're not his type."

"And you are?" she scoffs.

"I think you're my type," Emma says.

"I never said that I was or wasn't his type," I say. "Okay? But you aren't."

"And how do you know that?" she asks. "Did he tell you?"

"No, he didn't need to tell, I know," I say. "I just know because."

"Because is not an answer," she says. "So shut up."

"You came to my work to torment me. You take my hair you take my mans, and you're so fucking close to taking my sanity," I say. "I'm done, done with you done with everything. Just leave me alone please."

"Can I get your number?" Emma asks. "Please?"

"Why does he love you anyway?" she questions.

"Because he's stuck with me, and no matter what you do he'll never like you," I say. "So move on and stop trying."

"Shut up," she says.

"And even if I never get him back I'll be fine knowing that you aren't with him," I say.

"So if she's not seeing anyone, that means she's single?" Emma asks.

"She's an evil little bitch and I want her to die," I say. "No, I want her to kill me. No, I want us to kill each other."

"Why does everyone like you?" she asks.

"Because I'm a responsibility," I say.

"You're nothing but a burden," she spits.

"That's it," I kick, barely missing her. "I'm not a burden."

"Calm down Y/n," Emma says. "You're gonna get in shit."

"My whole life is shit," I say. "And you know what? I don't even care anymore."

"What the hell does that mean?" she asks. "You don't care about the photo?"

"I don't care about myself," I say. "But if you do anything to hurt my friends or family, I'll beat your ass."

"No you won't," she says.

"I will," I say. "I'm enough."

"What does that mean?" she asks.

"What I just said," I shove her as I make my way towards to cafe.

"Call me," Emma says.

Shakira.

-Crouton