Seeing My Ex Before 2nd Class

The building I was in was responsible for teaching statistics, but not only that, it was ironically connected to our in door sports complex. It often wasn't surprising to find a mix and mash of geeks and jocks here. Well, sometimes wannabe geeks and jocks...

My eyes narrowed as I saw my ex, Makoto Ayaka, and a guy adorned with our college's football uniform. Makoto took advanced classes, but she wasn't very bright, it was other things like her beauty that got her so far. Most people assumed she was very smart because of her class placement and scores, so they usually ignored the fact she showed a little skin and had an unnatural hair color (Unlike my friend Mirai who gets grief for her hair, ironically). I had **** but to walk up to her and her new boyfriend, this hall lead to my next class.

"Oh, look who it is." Makoto looked me up and down with an expression of disgust, her nose turned up and her face scrunched a little. She nudged the guy next to her. "It's Yumeo. Hey, Yumeo." She flipped her turquoise hair and I could see her eyes pierce into me like grey daggers.

"Hey, Makoto." I replied simply, trying to make my voice as flat and emotionless as possible.

"You remember Kojiro, right?" Makoto gestured to the man standing next to her, he was a big guy. He was taller than me, and his muscles were huge, even his neck was thick. His jaw looked like it could crack boulders, and he didn't smile, or frown, or give any expression at all, his eyes just bored into me.

"Uh, yeah. How's it going?" I extended my hand, he didn't take it, and instead glared at me.

Kojiro Tsuyoshi, he's never been anything more than a bully and a meathead. Despite his strength and stature, he's only on the college team because his father is the Dean. On the field he lacks skill and ability. I've never liked him.

"Yeah, not bad, not bad." Kojiro crossed his arms. "Listen, Ayaka tells me you're a stalker, and I gotta watch out for her. So, if you're bothering her, and I'm told you are, I'm going to have to kick your ass. You're a tiny guy, and you're weak, and I don't like weak people. You're lucky Ayaka still cares about you for some reason or another, or you'd be hurting a lot right now." He cracked his knuckles, and everyone in the hall stopped moving and stared in our direction.

Um, what the fuck?...This guy was more insane than I remember, and I can't believe Makoto told him I was a "stalker". Definitely not the kind of guy I want to have as an enemy. I could see Kojiro's bicep, and it was thicker than my head. If he hit me, it'd probably break a few bones.

"Oh, uh, nah, dude, we're cool, man. I'm not stalking Makoto or anything. I don't care." I shook my head, and tried to step around the two, but Makoto stepped in front of me.

"Well, that's good to hear, because he'd probably snap you in half. That'd be fun to watch." She cackled like a witch.

"Look, I'm trying to get to class. Can I pass please?" I looked at her and her thug.

The two exchanged glances until Mr. Meathead spoke. "Scurry along punk. Go learn your stats. I'm gonna be late for practice."

Makoto stepped aside, and Kojiro gave me a light push as I walked passed. I could hear his laugh and Makoto's giggle as I made my way up the stairs and out of their sight.

Man, fuck that guy, and fuck her too. I shook my head, I couldn't let them get to me for the rest of the day.