The Script

Script 02 - Who Ruined My Script?!

Noon 11 : 30 a.m. Classroom

BUZZ! BUZZ! My phone buzzed in my skirt pocket. 'Why do it have to be now?' I rubbed my pocket as I slowly pick out my phone.

I scanned around to see if the situation was clear enough to open a phone during a class.

It was clear, so I opened my phone quietly. Checking my mailbox, I found a message. The first thing that came into my brain was 'The Script'. I opened the mail.

It said :

Noon 11 : 43 a.m. Classroom Hall

Head to the Cafeteria

Noon 12 : 10 p.m. Cafeteria

Reach the first Vending Machine to your left

Pick a drink

Noon 12 : 17 p.m. Vending Machine

Mizushima Hisao pick a drink for you

Make this opportunity to get closer with him

Wow, nail in the head. Hitting on the jackpot already. Guess gotta make that--

When I was about to close my phone, I turned my head up. There was the teacher, standing next to my desk, clearing his throat.

'Screw me' I though to myself as I giggled outside. The whole class was laughing at me as I begging the teacher not to confiscate my phone. But in the end, luck's not on my side.

After the class ended, I got to deal with this teacher or I'll screw up the whole script. Luckily, he gave back my phone. Now, I have to rush to the cafeteria to make sure that I am not late for the script.

Noon 12 : 15 p.m. Cafeteria Lounge

Gosh, finally. I arrived at the cafeteria. I panted for awhile before I got myself to the vending machine. The bad news is, that I'm tired as hell now. But the good news is, I'm note late for the script. I then inserted some money to the vending machine. Thingking about the drink that I should pick.

"Well, well, what should I get for myself?" I drowned myself to pick a drink from the vending machine. When I was about to pick, someone press the button before me. "Hisao-kun!" I pouted as I turned around. "Yo!" A brunette showed up smiling, positioning his hand into sort of a salute position.

"I'm the one who bought the drink, not you!" I picked up the drink that came out of the vending machine. "Eh? But you pick it so looooo~ong that my hand reached it first." The boy replied. "Ugh, what do you want?" I opened the canned drink, "Make sure that you don't hit something while you're on your phone~".

Ah, yes. I often hit into things while I'm on my phone.

"Well, that's none of your problem." I walked away, checking my phone. "Well, Ah! Yukacchan, watch out!" The boy warned but I just ignored him.

Then, BRAKK! I hit a wall.

"Told you so," the boy ran towards me. "Ugh," I found myself on the floor with some spilled canned drink. "Where's my phone?" I scanned around the area, ignoring my current state. "Why do you love your phone so much?! Think about yourself a little. Your uniform is dirty, let's get a change first." Scolded the boy. 'Well, of course I do. I have to get scenarios from it. What could I do without those scenarios?!' I thought to myself.

But, seeing an opportunity for me and him, I took his offer. I got up with his help and walked away with him.

"Got any change?" He asked me while covering my wet self with his snow-coloured jacket. "Yes, I brought a change." I said as I wrapped myself with his jacket. "Need any assistance in changing your clothes?" He smirked towards me, "Oh, please. I can help myself." I quickly brushed his joke off. "Aw, c'mon. I'll be very pleased to help you." He teased. "I don't need anyone to please myself now." I stopped and whispered his ear. "Well, maybe later?" He quickly turned to me, "I don't know, see you later." I walked away.

Noon 12 : 37 p.m. Girl's Bathroom

'Fiuh, what a relief.' I said to myself as I washed my hand. "Well then, let's go back to the classroom." I walked out of the bathroom.

I then checked my phone, wondering if there any message that I would be fond of.

"Hey, come back here, Furukawa!" A voice rangs throughout the hall, "Not in the chance." Another one replied. "Get me if you ca--" when the voice about to finish its word, something's happened.

BRAKK! "Hey! Watch where were you going!" I pouted in anger. "Haha, Sorry. Catch'im with ya' later." Said a voice that belongs to a raven-haired boy. When I was about to spurt out another word, the boy disappeared.

'What the hell was just happened?' I thought to myself, confused.

'Why didn't I get a message for that?!' I quickly grabbed my phone, checking its mailbox. There was none. There was no message at all. I got up, still in confuse but in an angry way. I walked down the hall, wondering. When I was about to take a step further, my phone buzzed. I got a message, and it'll be better if it explains something about what happened earlier. I checked the message.

It said :

Noon 12 : 37 p.m. Girl's Bathroom

Wash your hands

Well, I did that one for sure.

Noon 12 : 58 p.m. Outside The Bathroom Hall

A Raven-haired boy whose friend chasing him behind will hit you

You will act nice to him

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Wha . . . What did just happened? Why did I get the message after it already happened?! I did do the washing hand things, but . . . Why did that boy hit me earlier?

He hit me like at about 12 : 44 p.m. despite the message telling me that he will hit me at 12 : 55 p.m. . . .

Something's completely out of order here. I can't let it just happened, I have to get to know that boy earlier and why did he ruin the script! But, something's already wrong with the message itself . . . It didn't even say the name of the boy. How could this be so complicated?! Who or Wat is wrong in the first place?! The Boy who showed up to early or The Script that came out to late.

But, if the script was wrong, why did the washing hand thing came out right? There's only one answer left, and it's on the boy.