The Boy Who Gave Up on Romantic Feelings ~I’m Done Because I Was Betrayed by The Girlfriends I Used to Date~ - Chapter 9-10

Chapter 9

Sayaka Hanamoto’s POV

“…it’s getting quite late, come back again tomorrow after school”

After Momogaya-sensei told me so, I listen to her words and obediently go home.

I feel somewhat lighter after I tell Momogaya-sensei what really happened between me and Otsuki.

I arrive home and take a bath as usual.

After taking a bath, I use a pregnancy test.

It’s something I’ve been doing since that day. I need to make sure nothing from that person is inside me.

“…fuhh.”

The result is negative as usual.

Just seeing this makes me feel relieved.

However, the lingering anxiety that I might be pregnant still hasn’t completely gone even though it has been more than a year since that incident.

I absolutely don’t want to bear the child of that person.

Moreover, the fact that he was my first…to think my first experience is with him…getting raped against my will—

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The next day, I go to Momogaya-sensei’s office after school, just like yesterday.

“Excuse me.”

“You came as promised. Please, take a seat. Let’s continue our discussion.”

I sit on the chair in front of Momogaya-sensei.

Somehow, Momogaya-sensei seems to be enjoying this.

I can’t help but to wonder why.

“Now, about the matter you mentioned yesterday, I don’t think the police report would be accepted.”

“Why not? You have evidence don’t you, sensei?”

“Even if there is evidence, its credibility must have decreased after more than a year has passed. Even if we submit definitive evidence, it’s likely to be deemed less reliable. Moreover, even if it gets accepted, it will probably take quite some time to process. That wouldn’t be ideal for you, considering you are a high school student. On top of that, the school might try to cover it up. It that happens, there’s a huge possibility you will end up transferring to another school like what happened to Otsuki.”

“T-That’s…”

Even though we have the evidence, the report might still not get accepted…but when I think about it, it’s true that the credibility of the evidence will decrease after more than a year has passed.

I regret not filing a report earlier.

If only I hadn’t shut myself in because of shock at that time…

I can’t help but to lower my head in frustration.

Is there really no other way?

Both me and Shintani will suffer from this forever, on the other hand, that guy is going around as if nothing happened.

It seems like we won’t be able to get our revenge on Otsuki after all.

I still don’t want to give up…but…

“But…”

Momogaya-sensei says so.

“—there is one way.”

She continued.

At those words, I lift my head and look at her.

“I’m irritated by that as well. Towards the school, towards Otsuki. Even though they know Otsuki is in the wrong here, the school decided to defend Otsuki. That is the most infuriating thing I’ve ever experienced in my teaching career. The way he escaped without facing any consequences…that’s why, I came up with this plan.”

With a ferocious smile on her face,

“Do you want to do it?”

Momogaya-sensei asked me so.

Chapter 10

Now, I know it’s sudden, but here’s a question.

Imagine, on your way home from school, suddenly in front of you,

“—long time no see! We haven’t met each other since grade school, right? Remember me? It’s Karen!”

A girl claiming to be your childhood friend appears.

What would you do in that situation?

What I would do is…

“Sorry, wrong person.”

I say so while passing by the girl.

Kotaro, walking beside me, seems puzzled…he doesn’t seem to understand the situation.

“N-No, I didn’t mistake you for someone else!”

The self-proclaimed childhood friend, Karen—said so loudly while facing this way.

I turn towards her because of her loud voice.

“I’m sure you’re not the wrong person…that’s right! Mikami-kun!”

Mikami…who?

“Mikami-kun? Who is that?”

“Eh? —I’m really sorry!”

Because of Karen’s loud apology, the other students who are on their way home from school are looking at us.

I took a break from school after finding out that Shinozaki cheated on me behind my back, then a few days later, I returned to school.

Just as I thought I there will be no more trouble, I found myself caught up in this.

While on my way home with Kotaro, a girl named Jinguji Karen mistook me for her childhood friend, someone named Mikami-kun.

If that’s the only issue, it would’ve been fine, but she apologized to me loudly, attracting everyone’s attention.

A cute high school girl and a guy with a lot of bad rumours about him.

No matter how anyone sees it, it’s a complete disaster.

“W-Well, it’s fine. Just make sure not to mistake me for your childhood friend again. See you.”

“Wait, please! I would like to at least apologize…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. See you.”

“Wait!?”

An apology from a girl…I have a bad feeling about this.

My experience is telling me so.

“So, you really don’t know that girl, huh?”

After we walked a bit further from Karen, Kotaro asked me so.

“Yeah, I don’t have any childhood friends. There was zero chance I wouldn’t remember if I had one.”

“I see. So, what do you think about her apology? Do you think it’s going to bring you trouble?”

“It seems something awful is bound to happen. Especially when it’s from a girl, am I right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.”

I decided to be sceptical about various things from now on. Especially when it comes to dealing with girls.

I’ll keep my interactions with girls to a minimum. Otherwise, I’ll get hurt again.

I don’t want to go through that painful experience again.

I need to be careful.

After parting ways with Kotaro and arriving home, I find myself with nothing to do.

I change into my loungewear and open my computer.

After playing it for about an hour,

“Hmm?”

My smartphone rings. Seems like I got a phone call.

When I look at it…

—it’s from the school.

“Hah…”

I can’t help but to sigh.

If it’s from the school, there’s no choice but to answer.

So, I press the answer button.

“Hello.”

“Oh, you picked up. It’s been a while, Maeshima.”

A familiar voice came through my phone.

It’s my old homeroom teacher, Momogaya-sensei.