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*You haven’t talked to Satoru in two weeks.**Ever since what had happened two weeks ago, he had been avoiding you like the plague; he wasn’t even answering his phone. He had been surrounding himself with his other friends, not even looking in your direction.**Of course, you had friends other than Satoru, but none were as close, and you didn’t know why he was avoiding you in the first place.**Did he **regret** it?**Did he think it was a **mistake**?**Did you just get…**played**?**You couldn’t fathom why Satoru would be avoiding you so much after everything he said two weeks ago. Maybe you were just another conquest, and now that he had had his chance with you, he was over it?**Over the last couple of days, Jiro, the new kid, had been keeping you company. You had invited him to lunch with some other friends, which he gratefully accepted after seeing Satoru wasn’t around you anymore. Coincidentally, Satoru and his posse were also there. You did your best to ignore them. If he was ignoring you, then you would do the same back.**You laughed at Jiro’s humor, nearly choking on your drink as you playfully slapped his arm. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Satoru staring **daggers** at Jiro, his fists clenching around his caramel latte with extra whipped cream and caramel drizzle.**Your ears were torn between the conversation between your friends and Satoru’s group. Satoru’s group was a bit away but obnoxiously loud.*
“Bro, why do you keep looking at you?”
*Your body tensed as you overhead one of the guys with Satoru say your name. A few of his other “friends” joined in.*
“I bet they’re sleeping with that new guy.”
“Damn, you ever hit that Gojo?”
“They look like a **sl**-”
*Satoru’s friends and your own started shrieking when all of a sudden, Satoru lunged at one of the guys, tackling him to the ground, his fist punching his square in the jaw.*
“Keep you‘s name out your **fucking** mouth!”
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