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Monday, August 20, 2007 ♥
1:25 AM

CHAPTER TWO.
ARRIVAL OF THE AMERICAN GIRL.

The next day at school, “Hey, Ryuuzaki, Can I have a word with you?” Ryoma said as he approached me.
My heart skipped a beat as I looked up. “Sure, about what? Ryoma-kun”, I asked trying to act cool.
“I just want to thank you for yesterday…” unfortunately, he was cut off when a brunette girl suddenly hugged him from behind, “Ryoma-kun, I missed you a lot!!!!” the girl exclaimed. Both Ryoma-kun and I were shocked at first. Who is this girl and what is her relation to Ryoma-kun, I thought bitterly as I glanced at her while she continued to embrace Ryoma-kun.
However, Ryoma-kun stared at her as if he was trying to remember who the girl is. I saw as much to my dismay Ryoma-kun’s face lit up.
“Isabella, It’s nice to see you again; what are you doing here?” I looked at Ryoma-kun and the way he reacted to her made my stomach twitch and I shuddered, trying to hide the anguish that I’m sure my face is showing. I turned away as I realized that Ryoma-kun has totally forgotten about me.
I slowly made my way back while I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t worry about the girl. As classes resumed, I totally forgotten about her or so I thought.
That afternoon while in the tennis club practice, I was picking up scattered tennis balls on the court with Ryoma-kun. I decided that it was a good chance to talk to him. “uhmmm, Ryoma-kun, I was wondering… before we were interrupted, what were you going to say to me?” I carefully asked.
Ryoma-kun stopped picking and curiously looked at me. I got nervous and my heart started to beat faster as I looked away. “Sorry about that, I was caught up with talking with Isabella that I forgot about you; I wanted to thank you for yesterday when you let me share your umbrella.” Ryoma-kun said looking straight into my eyes.
I blushed and felt my face burning up; I said, “It’s okay, my umbrella was big enough for both of us.” Suddenly his teammate called out that their practice was about to start. Ryoma-kun muttered to me that he’ll talk to me later. I happily continued to pick when Isabella walked towards me, “hey, you’re the girl with Ryoma-kun earlier, Right?” Isabella curiously asked.
I tried my best to smile. “Yes, I’m Sakuno Ryuzaki, it’s nice to meet you”. I extended my hand towards her. Taking my hand she replied, “I’m Isabella, Ryoma-kun’s friend from America, can I help you pick up these balls?” she asked while looking around the court.
Even though, I would prefer that she leaves alone, I agreed. We both started picking up. After we have finished, Isabella suggested that we play tennis for awhile. I was hesitant at first but soon it was a good opportunity. As we played, I realized she was very good. Her stance, her drive, her service and volleys were perfect, no wonder Ryoma-kun used to play with her.
Suddenly we heard someone clapping, it was Ryoma-kun! “Your still good in playing Isabella.” Said Ryoma-kun as his approached the court. “Is your practice over?” returned Isabella smiling.
“Yup, wanna play with me?” challenged Ryoma-kun, smiling.
“Sure, bring it on.” Replied Isabella boastfully.
Ryoma-kun laughs and turned towards me. “Ryuuzaki, Can I play for you?” He asked.
I tried my best to hide my hurt feelings and forced a smile. “Okay, I’ll just sit at the bench.” As I stepped out. I looked back at them, happily playing. Suddenly I felt a pang of jealously and surge of possessiveness for Ryoma-kun.

chapter2 end.