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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, as I woke up I couldn't help but think about last night. I got out of bed and got ready for class. I was so ready to be done with college.

As I rode my motorcycle to school I got off the bike and walked to class, someone bumped into me. I looked up and saw it was Kenji. "Morning," he said with a cocky smile. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

Later in the day, I was walking to my bike after class was over. I saw Kenji approaching me. He looked nervous and hesitant, clearly aware of what he had done that night. "Y/N," he started, looking down at his feet, "I wanted to apologize for what happened at the party."

My heart rate quickened as Kenji spoke, but I couldn't help but feel annoyed by his apology. "Kenji," I said, keeping my voice low and cold, "let's get one thing straight...I won't forgive you for your rude comments or actions. You can just leave me alone from now on." I stood there in annoyance

"Y/N, I'm sorry," Kenji pleaded, looking remorseful. "Please don't be like this. I know I messed up, but I didn't mean it." I looked away, unwilling to hear his excuses.

"Look, I didn't expect you to forgive me right away, but why are you still so mad at me?" I sighed deeply and turned to leave, Kenji following me with his gaze.

"Kenji, the reason I'm so angry with you is because of what you did to Megumi," I explained, turning to face him, arms folded across my chest. My expression was stern, and my eyes were sharp.

"You got into a fight with him and hit him with a glass bottle!" Kenji flinched at my words, his eyes darting between mine. "Do you have any idea how scared I was? It's not something you just forget about."

"That asshole deserved it," Kenji growled, his tone making my blood boil. "And don't bother saying anything sweet about him. He's just using you."

Kenji's eyes smoldered with anger, but somehow, there was also a hint of jealousy. "Megumi is just as troubled as us," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don't know him like I do."

"He's not the innocent guy you seem to think he is," Kenji continued, his voice filled with bitterness. "He's not someone you can trust."

"And he said the same thing about you," I pointed out, my voice steady. "And he's right."

Kenji's face flushed red with anger. "I'm nothing like that asshole!" he shouted, taking a step towards me. "I may have done some stupid things in the past, but at least I don't race around like a damn idiot!"