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    Chapter 6: Megumi and  Misunderstandings!


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    She needed to apologize.


    “I’m sorry-”


    “I’m sorry!”


    They both paused. What?


    Shiori turned towards her, regret in her eyes. “Look, Megumi, I’m sorry for barging in and wrecking things like that. I should’ve told you that I was going to work here. And about the whole ‘Suzuki’ thing...well, I could’ve gotten around that better. I’m sorry for acting so selfishly.”


    Megumi’s eyes softened. “No, it’s me that should apologize. I haven’t exactly been my most welcoming self ever since you showed up.”


    Shiori narrowed her eyes at her playfully. “...Is that it?”


    Megumi’s eyebrows furrowed. “A-and, I suppose I could be more...amicable towards you.”


    Shiori did an airpump. “Yes!”


    Megumi grew a bit embarrassed at that. “Provided that you don’t act like an idiot.”


    “Hey!”


    A little laugh escaped Megumi’s lips, and a smile stretched on Shiori’s.


    “I’m sorry about how hectic today has been for you. But hey, at least it can’t get any worse, right?” Shiori said, and Megumi nodded.


    They finally reached the classroom and entered seperately. Megumi found her way to her seat while trying hard in ignoring Suzuki’s existence - but found that she didn’t really need to, given the fact that his seat was swamped with students, eager to get to know him.


    Megumi looked at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘Looks like he’s a hit’, she thought.


    But she found that it didn’t matter much to her - well, not as much as patching things up with her aunt. She felt happy, elated even, to have dealt with that situation.


    She felt like she was on a new path, in a strange way. And hey, maybe now with so much new attention, Suzuki would forget about her and interact with all these new kids.


    Their paths were diverging. It felt final, but in a good way. Megumi’s smiled a nostalgic smile as she rested her head on her arm.


    It felt good.


    Shiori began class again, and people began to return to their seats. Then, just as Megumi had sharpened her pencil, something happened.


    A knock on the door. Who could it be?


    Megumi and everyone focused on the door, as Shiori went to open it. There, she was met with a beautiful girl. With long, silvery platinum blonde hair, and piercing purple eyes, she looked like a fairy from a fairy tale. She didn’t even have to introduce herself, everyone knew of her: She was Kouchou Sayuka from Class 1-A.


    She was the most popular girl in the whole school, thought Megumi. And the worst part...


    “I’m sorry to disturb you, Enjou-sensei, but as the Vice-President of the Student Council, I have been sent to collect next week’s surveys. I hope you don’t mind.”


    She said in her soft voice.


    ''She was part of the Student Council!'' Megumi cried in her heart.


    “Oh, it’s no problem at all. Everyone, please cooperate”, said Shiori. Bit by bit, everyone approached the Teacher’s desk to drop off their survey.


    Megumi was the last one to do so; and before her, Suzuki went ahead.


    He approached Shiori and Sayuka with an cough. “I’m sorry, but since today’s my first day here, I don’t have a survey to give...” Suzuki began, but then he stopped.


    “It’s okay, I could find one for you now. Right, sensei?” Kouchou said with an unusually forceful voice. Shiori blinked a few times before agreeing.


    Then the two of them left, leaving behind a gossipping classroom.


    Ichinose Takumi, the boy who sits in front of her, said: “Hey, Kouji, is it just me, or did Kouchou blush?”


    The other boy agreed.


    “I think you’re right...how strange!” said Tateno Itsuka, a glasses wearing girl.


    “How exciting, you mean! Sayuka-chan being in love, that is!” exclaimed Aoba Rie, a sporty girl.


    “I don’t believe it for a second,” replied Maeda Haruki, the football star of the class.


    Megumi couldn’t help but sigh. Everyone felt interested in the (supposed) love story between those two, but as she looked around the class and heard it all, she couldn’t help but feel that it had just gotten even more troublesome.


    Especially when she saw her aunt’s chesire grin.


    ‘Are you kidding me, Shiori... Getting excited over random teenagers romance....my aunt really is helpless. She wasn’t lying before, huh. Really, a true soap opera junkie’, Megumi couldn’t help but think.


    The murmers got louder and louder.


    ''It got worse!'', Megumi thought as she sighed in desperation.