TITLE: A Waltz for a Stray Dog
GENRE: YA Contemporary
The sounds of whispers faded as I marched into the silence of the music wing. Lunch time was intermission from the gossips. The people in my school seemed to know more about the war over my ailing grand sire's fortune than me.
I locked myself into the music room. Something groaned when I put my red bean bun and thermos on the piano. A pair of legs stuck out from behind it. The boy was a rare specimen in this school. His hair was a bird's nest, there was a cut at the corner of his mouth, and his brows were trimmed. I've read from Wikipedia that trimmed brows was one of the unique features of bad boys in Japan.
But calling this creature a bad boy would be an insult to those punch throwing, profanity spewing individuals. He was more of a shaggy dog that just lost a fight. If he was more human than canine, I'd have kicked him out.
I knelt beside him and dabbed at his cut with an anti-bacterial wipe. He shifted away and whined.
“Don't get in a fight if you're afraid of pain.” I said. He mumbled something again, and pushed my hand away.
“I said I only need water. Man-woman.”
Man-woman? I didn't even have hairy legs or a mustache on my upper lip.