by Tari Gwaemir
An presumes to set conditions for Atobe.
"What did you say?"
"I'll go out with you on the day I beat you in a tennis match," An repeated cheerfully, plucking the strings of her racket with a loud twang.
Atobe gaped. It made him look rather stupid, An noted to herself with a critical glance. He asked plaintively, "But shouldn't it be the other way around?"
"That would be too easy, wouldn't it?" An smiled.
He took a breath, trying to recover his usual composure. The nerve of the girl! Setting conditions, after he had finally condescended to inform her that she would be permitted to accompany him on a date! He'd even phrased it as a question, in an uncharacteristic show of consideration for her feelings. Any normal female would have fallen at his feet in an instant, overwhelmed by the honor.
At least she had enough tact to admit that he was better at tennis, he thought grumpily. He'd been beginning to think that her arrogance had no limits. But then again, if she were like other girls, she wouldn't be worthy of his notice.
He decided to make best of the situation. "Very well then. I will allow you to play a match against me everyday until you defeat me. Five o' clock on schooldays, noon on weekends."
"Every day? Wait, Atobe--"
"I won't tolerate lateness," he snapped, as he turned to leave. "Kabaji, my bag and jacket!" He tossed his head as he sauntered off the courts.
An held her breath until he was out of sight, then burst into peals of laughter.