Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1532 Sakuya's Story 2: She is not the Relationship Type

1532 Sakuya's Story 2: She is not the Relationship Type

Sakuya leaned against the school lockers as she watched Kyle talking to Madison.

Although Madison was new to the school, she already had a throng of guys who were ready to give their lives for her including Kyle.

Sakuya smiled to herself as she remembered that almost a year ago; she was in Madison's position.

Kyle's lopsided smile when he was shy, his piercing gray eyes when he was serious and his perpetually dishevelled hair was all too familiar to her.

Sakuya's smile transformed into a frown as she thought of the two months that Kyle treated her like dirt. Her frown deepened as she remembered the other three months when he acted like she was non-existent. All that, because she had said that she didn't feel the same way about Kyle. She did have it coming. She had been flirting with him non-stop. Kyle probably thought that she was interested in him and proceeded to develop deep feelings about her, although to her it was just a game that she played.

Everybody knew that to get with Sakuya, you had a long way to go. The girl loved to play games, she broke several guys' hearts in the process but she didn't seem to care.

Kyle and Sakuya's relationship had been strained and delicate since then. They were casual friends. Sort of 'hi, bye". It was depressing to think that they went from strangers to friends to almost more than friends, to enemies and back to strangers.

"Hey!" Jenna said joining Sakuya by the lockers.

Sakuya immediately diverted her eyes. She didn't want Jenna to know that she was watching Kyle. Jenna had this fixated idea that Sakuya actually had real genuine feelings for Kyle. That was impossible. She was not the kind of girl to have real genuine feelings—romantic or otherwise—about anyone.

"Hey, check out Kyle and Madison!" Jenna prodded Sakuya in the ribs.

Sakuya pretended to scan the hallway.

"Where?" she asked.

"Over there!" Jenna whispered.

Sakuya smiled when she 'finally saw them'.

"They look so weird."

"You got that right." Jenna said. "Hey, I gotta go. I'll be late for class see ya!" Jenna added looking at her watch.

"Later." Sakuya called after her friends retreating back. Jenna was a beauty. There was no denying it. Sakuya knew for a fact that Kyle had also at one point crushed on Jenna.

She looked at Kyle again. Maybe she did care for him.

Whoa! Back up!

Even if she did care? What was she going to do about it? Ambush him on his way to class and blurt out feelings that might not even be there?

Kyle would probably look at her like she was some kind of idiot, after which she would probably crawl under a bridge and die.

Kyle looked up suddenly and caught Sakuya watching him.

"Damnit!" Sakuya mattered when she noticed the self-righteous smile on his face.

He probably thought she was checking him out.

He winked at her and she tossed her hair and flashed him the most flirtatious smile she could.

"Chew on that Mr. Ego." She muttered to herself as she walked towards him. She made sure their shoulder brushed as she passed by him.

°°°°

It's over.

Her hair blew wildly around her head. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she hadn't had to say what she just did.

He put his hand on her cheek, but she shook her head.

"We can make it work. Don't do this. Please." He tried to smile, but his lips quavered, faltered.

Tears streamed down her face, as she held onto his arm. She shook her head faster. He wiped away her tears quickly as if they were gone, this wouldn't be happening.

"I love you."

"So what?" She snapped, pushing his hands away.

"It's not like love is some magical thing that will make everything work out! When you stop getting gigs, and we can't pay the bills, what am I supposed to do? Tell the electric company that we're in love? What about when you go on tour? I'll be all alone; oh, but I'll be in love, so I'll be fine. What if I'm pregnant and you have groupies hanging all over you? Are you gonna tell them you're in love with a big balloon back home?" She shook her head again.

"It's over. We don't have a future."

"I would never cheat on you, you know that." He held on to her arms, turning her towards him. "Listen to me, I'll never love someone as much as I love you. I swear."

"We won't work. Why don't you understand? It doesn't matter!" she shrieked, her voice cracking.

His eyes were brimming over with tears, but he wouldn't let go of her arms, or the hope that maybe he could fix this.

"You can come with me on tour! Then you wouldn't have to worry about anything. And then we wouldn't have to be apart."

"I can't. I have a life and career to work on. I can't just follow you around for the rest of our lives. What kind of life is that?"

"The only one where we could be together," he whispered, leaning his head down so their foreheads touched. "Don't do this to me. I need you." They wrapped their arms around each other, tears falling so hard, that they couldn't even tell whose was whose anymore, like their own private rain cloud above them was really the one crying.

"Goodbye," She whispered in his ear, kissed his cheek, and walked away.

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Love isn't special

Love isn't magic

It won't feed the hungry

It won't cure the sick

Love won't save the world

Love can't fight crime

It can't heal the hurt

No, baby, not this time

And love won't right the wrongs

Or sing our songs