SAKURA POV
~TOKYO, JAPAN~
It had been several days since I met the English scout, I smiled cuddling ever so tightly with my teddy. The events still replayed in my head like it was few minutes ago, My fingers traced around the silver ticket, If someone had told me I would have a chance in going pro I would probably had punched them in the face. I smiled again, hugging the ticket this time. My hand was starting to heal. "Put an ice bag on it, and in few more days You'll be fine." The Doctor said before leaving. My mom was ever so happy until I included the part of travelling.
I knew she wasn't happy about it, but she knew how much it meant to me, she had only smiled before going inside to bring an icebag for me. There was also accomodation worries as to where I would be staying until my try-out which was going to be for months . I wasn't sure if she'd cover the whole expenses or maybe that was part was to be done by miss Susan. Then again there was my dad, he had been unreachable for the past few days. Dad lived in the UK, so accomodation wasn't a problem for me. He always supported me, and I was sure he would be very happy to know the first step of my dream was cleared. Tho he wanted to me to futher in the university, speak of which. There was also a chance if I passed the tryout I would be given a scholarship to study in the US. I beamed, there was suddenly so much oppurtunity for me, and I wasn't going to let it go for granted. But first, I needed a proper bath, and to relax until I was properly healed.
The warm temperature of the bathroom gave a nice vibe, as I slid inside the tub, the lukewarm water gave me a fuzzy feeling. I felt few pain, from few cuts and bruise around my hands and legs. These few months was going to be tough and I wasn't going down with out a fight.
After my extremely long shower and my mom tirelessly screaming my name, I was now in the parlour, My phone in my hand. A lot of guys had been flirting with me lately, I wasn't ready for romance, but this particular guy, Nathan, was hot. My heart flushed, I buried my head in my knees, my face, bright red.
I squirmed, the message still glowing on my phone screen. One of them had actually asked me out like, properly asked me out. Even tho it was through a message. I knew him before for now. He even Said he had a free evening and wanted to know if I was available. And like some desperate girl in heat, I said yes. Ugh. But can you blame me? He's undeniably hot. Not in that generic boy-next-door way, but the kind that made you rethink your standards. He had Curly black hair that hung messily over his eyes, like he'd just rolled out of bed and still looked better than half the men i'd ever seen. Six feet of quiet chaos, he had that slouched, "I-don't-care-but-I-know-I'm-hot" posture that made girls fall way too easily. And I hated that I was one of them.
He always dressed like he didn't care who was looking, oversized layered sleeves, dark cargos, those heavy Nike kicks and yet every thread somehow fit like it was made for him. Silver chains draped over his neck and wrists, just enough to catch the light when he moved, never too much. And those earrings… damn. A tiny hoop, a chain link, a stud each one different, but all of them screaming trouble. He had that face you could stare at too long without realizing, that kind of messy attractiveness that felt like a he was specially created. Eyes that always looked tired, bored, maybe even annoyed but it added to the appeal. Like nothing impressed him, like he was too cool to care.
And girls? Please. He didn't even try. They just hovered. Like moths. Some whispered his name in the streets like he was a myth or a god, others laughed too loudly when he passed, hoping he'd notice. He rarely did. Maybe that was the magic of it he didn't need attention. He was the kind of guy that had it without asking. And yet here I was. Stupid, flustered, saying yes to a date I hadn't planned for, with a boy I knew would probably have several girlfriends.
Speaking of boys and an impromptu date, there was another guy that had caught my interest, tho I wasn't sure if he was straight or had interest in me. We had been chatting frequently tho it wasn't much due to the time difference we shared. I had chatted, talked with several guys but he was different, he had the looks of an arrogant distant guy. I thought he was gay with the way he spoke, or maybe he was. He was like an onions I might have known him for a few days but he's personality seemed to be different than most guys. For one, I would have mistaken him for a geek or a nerd with the way he was so passionate for anime. But looking at his pics again I found myself not believing my earlier thoughts he's looks were comparable to Nathan's but quite the opposite, like he knew he was good looking and wore that pride like a glove.
He rarely talked about girls, or anything more unless it was some ancient history or anime. Which made my first thought surface, but then again he had a lot of followers over three thousand quite the milestone and majority were girls, not like I was scrolling through all or something, but sometimes I can be quite jobless. He rarely posted himself just a pic of him and his mom, he seemed so happy and young, probably a very old pic, the rest were different anime topics. He was an odd one for sure. I looked at the giant clock at the parlour, it was already almost noon. I think I have had enough of day dreaming of cute guys for one morning.