I Hate Weekends
I hate weekends. I really, really hate them. They just had to come crashing in. Sure, you can't always do whatever you want in life, but isn't this straight-up cruel to me? I'm so bored. So bored.
"Boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored——!!"
"Shut up, you're being loud."
"I know! But what can I do? I'm bored!"
"Study or something."
"I don't wanna hear that from a delinquent-looking thug who'd probably build a wall around studying…."
"At least I'm better at it than you, so it's fine."
Ugh. No comeback for that. She always calls me a delinquent, and sometimes I even get confused myself, but surprisingly, Dana's pretty smart. She just studies a little and aces most tests. When we crammed like crazy to get into this school, she helped me out a ton… Wait, what? That's character collapse right there. Delinquents are supposed to bash heads quietly…!
"Aren't you bored?"
"Nah."
This ruthless bitch. Our tiny dorm room—barely big enough for two people rubbing elbows constantly—doesn't feel stuffy to her? Her face looks perfectly serene, like it really doesn't.
"If it's that suffocating, go out and play."
"You know, everywhere you go these days costs money? Unless you're wasting time sitting in a park."
"Do it or don't."
"You're treating me like shit! And you're such a bitch! You know I can't go out 'cause I'm broke!"
"Ugh, my ears."
That was the reason I was losing it this weekend. No school meant boredom. For someone like me, whose sole purpose in life is watching fresh high school girls flirt and cuddle, this was pure torture.
You might think, just go to the park and ogle some girls, right? But the outside world scares me a bit. What if I'm spacing out, eyeing some cute yuri girl with a perfect smile, and then I spot her holding hands with some gross guy, laughing ha-ha-ho-ho? My guts would twist up and I'd probably drop dead on the spot.
"That's why I love a girls'-only school…."
Dana's ignoring me now. She's reading, just the occasional rustle of turning pages.
Somehow, that pisses me off even more, so I practically glue myself to her. "Da-na-."
"…."
"I'm bored. Ungh…?"
"…."
"Can't you play with another girl in front of me? Ditch that boring book."
"…."
"Should I get a part-time job?"
"No."
"Why's that the one thing you answer instantly…."
For some reason, Dana snaps her book shut with a thwack and locks eyes with me. What, a staring contest? She glares at me for a solid minute, then suddenly asks,
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"There must be a reason you wanna work."
"Money, duh?"
"So why do you need money?"
Why do I need money? Is my best friend lacking common sense? Money's better the more you have, obviously. Like today—if I had cash when I was this bored,
"I could call two hot big sis types from a high-end brothel and watch them rub their pussies together."
"Die. Right now."
"Waaah?!"
Dana smashes the book down on my skull. It hurts. Hurts like hell! My already dumb brain's getting even dumber!
…
This might come out of nowhere, but it's been over ten years since I first met Dana. I know everything about this girl now. Well, except the naughty stuff, obviously.
She acts all cool and mature, but she's got this bratty pubescent side. She thinks the world revolves around her, that she can do anything if she wants, and everyone's attention belongs to her by default. That's her core.
Handling a girl like that is easy. Bring in someone tougher and more capable to grind her pussy into submission until she folds… Nah, too extreme. Just stick to her like a leech, poke at her pride, and she bends to my will every time. Does she even realize I'm using her? Heh heh heh….
I can't take it anymore. Maybe call Alicia and hang out!
The second I said that, Dana freaked out like she'd been possessed. Her blank stare nearly made me piss myself. Secret. Dana scares me… She's only been here a short time, but Alicia's like her reverse scale or something.
Anyway, I finally got my way and dragged my wallet—er, Dana—outside with me!
"You've been hanging with her a lot lately."
The downside to forcibly dragging Dana out? She keeps bringing up Alicia.
"Yeah, she's super sweet. Buys me yummy stuff."
"Idiot. You follow her just 'cause she feeds you?"
"Why, jealous?"
"Just annoying."
Maybe calling it a downside was premature. I didn't need a mirror to know—my eyes were crinkling slyly at the corners.
She acts like she doesn't care, but this is it, right? The classic enemies-to-lovers arc, starting from constant bickering eye contact! She hated her guts at first, but suddenly realizes it's love, screams "I hate you!" out of pride from all their history, but Alicia looks shocked and backs off for once. Dana gets hurt in return! Fuck! Stop fighting and have sex!!
"Ehehe, hehe, hahaha…."
"You're embarrassing."
"But it's goooood, uhehehe…."
"Whatever. Spit it out if you wanna do something. I gotta hit the library."
"Bookworm doesn't suit you."
"I'm going."
"Sorry?!"
Nothing special I wanted to do anyway. Just killing time. Eat, cafe… Pretty much the same as with Alicia. Time flew by, though—maybe 'cause I kept zoning out fantasizing about girls on the street….
Next thing I know, sunset's approaching.
"Let's head back."
"Yeah. Oh, the library?"
"…You wanna come?"
"Duh?"
"Fine, whatever."
I'll never love that musty paper smell libraries have, but the yuri events that only happen there? I'm all about it. I'd never go alone, but with this chance….
Dana's the picture-perfect girl if you keep her mouth shut and fists down. A quiet library might actually suit her. Then some shy yuri fan girl spots her and timidly approaches. Sparks fly instantly—from book chat to one side cracking first… Ugh, wait, no sex in the library, that's insane, morals police violation…!
"You're fantasizing something weird again."
"No, nope! Absolutely not!"
"Wipe your drool first…."
"Hah?!"
Get it together, me. Dana might start despising me for real. Or maybe she already does.
Stumbling like I was drunk on yuri delusions, I somehow stagger into the library. But suddenly, Dana—who was leading—stops dead in her tracks.
"Let's go back."
"Huh? Why?"
"Just 'cause."
We're this close and now? I hesitate, clueless, and she grabs my wrist, yanking me away from the entrance. Her contrarian ass never listens nicely, so now I'm curious why. As she drags me off, I crane my neck to peek inside.
And I get it.
There was a beauty who looked painted in with a brush. Her calm golden blonde hair bundled up high. I'd hoped for a glasses-wearing, braided bookworm cutie since it's a library… but seeing that face changes everything.
It was Alicia. Something bad happen? Her usual doll-like face is clouded with deep worry. Even an oblivious idiot like me can tell—must be serious.
She's just stepping out, so running into us right there is inevitable.
"…Huh?"
Her blue eyes shake violently, then fill with some emotion I can't read. The shift is so sudden I can't even identify it. She glances around, looks at Dana, then at me. Her gaze rolls down to my wrist in Dana's grip, lingers on our touching skin, then drops wildly as her eyelids flutter like crazy.
What the hell. What's going on to make her this serious?