Chapter 36.


    <b>Chapter 36. The Popr Girl who just wants to be friends. (5/5)</b>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I leaned in close and forcefully stole her lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes opened wide in shock at the unexpected development.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She frantically pushed me away, to which, I backed up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“W-W-Waght abu b-buing!” She was so flustered she spat out something iprehensible but cute.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I smirked at her and exined, “Is the easiest most effective way to get a woman to treat you as her greatest enemy not through forcing yourself on her?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She opened and closed her mouth trying to say something but the words would note out. Her lips were quivering.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then, if you have nothing else to say, I’ll be taking my leave now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hold up! You can’t just go and steal a girl''s lips then run away like nothing happened! T-That was my first kiss!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Huh?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked back at her, but I didn’t see the reaction I expected. I thought she’d start crying, but against my expectations, she’d actually recovered and was pouting.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You said we’re enemies, but who goes and randomly kisses their enemy? Really?” She wasining.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… isn’t your reaction a bit weird? Wouldn’t a girl normally cry feeling betrayed and hurt after being forcefully kissed like that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What if the girl already liked you from the start?” Her pure steel blue eyes looked deep into mine as she asked that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I frowned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Surely you jest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She averted her eyes to the side and didn’t respond.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll be going now.” On that note, I made my escape without hesitation.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d made a huge miscalction. Things hadn’t yed out the way I’d anticipated at all. I suddenly had the urge to just give up and admit defeat. Why the hell am I even bothering with all of this?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaah. It can’t be helped. I’ve just got to put up with this for a few more months and I’ll be 16 and not have to worry about it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I got home I immediately called Rosa.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hello?” Her voice calmed my uneasy heart a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t want to hide what happened so I came out with it immediately.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Something bad happened.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it? Do you need help?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t need help, but please stay calm when I say this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? You cheated on me or something?” The words got stuck in my throat when she jokingly said that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Hey, why’d you go silent?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That is…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wait. Seriously?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sort of. I’m sorry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… I see. Well? What happened exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was surprised. I thought she’d get really mad, but her voice sounded quite calm for a girl who’d been told by her boyfriend he cheated on her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re taking this a lot calmer than I expected.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, something obviously happened. You immediately called me and obviously had me on your mind. Rather than angry, I’m a bit happy you’re not hiding it from me and beingpletely honest.” To have a girlfriend this understanding was a waste on someone like me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I let out a sigh and informed her, “I forcefully kissed that popr friend of yours.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hah! What the hell!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell do you mean you’re sorry! I wanted to be the one who kissed that girl first!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh?” I felt a sense of exasperation when my brain processed her words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean, huh? Apologize to me for kissing her before I could. That girl is just too good. Even I want to kiss her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No… but… isn’t what you’re getting angry about a bit weird? I mean… I am your boyfriend, right? And I forcefully kissed your friend behind your back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve already epted that something like this might happen from day one when I figured out you were the one she was searching for. That girl is persistent in trying to be your friend. But I knew you would refuse that at all costs being the type of unsociable person you are. That being the case, I figured you might do something in the future to try and make her hate you. Thus, a forced kiss wasn’t something too far outside of my expectations. Now, if you went and raped her or something, I might have murdered you, but if it’s just a kiss, then so be it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The way she’d so calmly analyzed the situation was a bit scary. It definitely wasn’t the type of reaction a normal high school girl would have. She wasposed and level-headed. I could only be thankful I had such a peculiar girlfriend. There was no unnecessary drama.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So? Care to exin? How’d you end up in this situation? You wouldn’t have done it unless you got cornered in a situation you couldn’t get out of, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well…” I exined everything that had transpired from beginning to end. I naturally had to exin my disguise and reason for doing so.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t seem all too surprised.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Someone punched you… who is he? No, where is that bastard now?” The thing she seemed most angered by was how I’d been punched by someone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She sounded like she was out for blood so I had to calm her down, “Rx, he barely hit me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t care. It’s a matter of principle. If I see him... I’ll definitely kill him.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Please don’t say something like that. When you say it doesn’t sound like a joke.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who’s joking?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I let out a dryugh and said, “Haha... You sound pretty scary.” When I thought about how sharp and long her nails were, I got a bit anxious.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So? You ended up dering you’d be her enemy as well out of nowhere?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the heck? Why do something like that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… it’s a bit hard to exin my thought process for that. The simplest exnation is, she’s a girl who has no enemies and only friends. Too many friends, to the point it’s… unhealthy even.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Unhealthy? How can it be unhealthy to have friends? Rather, don’t you think you’re the unhealthy one for having no friends?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, we’re like two sides of the same coin in that regard. But it’s because I’m on the other side there are things I can see that she cannot. She’s going to break one day. I was just going to sit back and watch the show from afar, but since I’ve gotten in this deep I figured I might as well kill two birds with one stone. Fixing my own problem created by her will inevitably fix her own problem. Being too nice is both a blessing and a curse. One day when you aren’t able to choose a side because you want it all, you’ll be torn in two pieces and break down.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t really get stuff like that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you’re more like the center of the coin in a way. What ends up holding the two faces of the coin together.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you say so.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">After that, she changed the topic and the two of us talked for a little while longer aboutpletely unrted thingste into the night. It had started out a bit heavy, but by the end of the call, it was really light-hearted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We ended the call with a ‘love you’ which was a bit embarrassing, but it didn’t feel too bad.