She's Not A Friend, Don't You See It?

Sakura had been feeling overwhelmed with her newfound fame, and Ryota had been a source of comfort for her. They had grown closer over the past few weeks, and Sakura felt like she could confide in Ryota about anything.

However, as they continued to talk, Sakura began to sense that something was off. Ryota's tone would change whenever Sakura talked about her success, and she avoided the topic whenever possible. Sakura couldn't shake the feeling that Ryota was envious of her.

One day, Ryota finally confronted Sakura. "I'm a little envious of your success," she said. "I know it's wrong, but it's hard to see someone else become renowned for a song that I wrote."

Ryota's eyes altered into a malevolent red.

Her eyes ignited with a cantaloupe colour and a burning flame of jealousy.

Sakura was taken aback. She had never expected Ryota to be envious of her. "I had no idea you felt that way," she stammered.

"You did," she yelled. "You know that it's easy to become famous in this whimsical society. Just post a few entertaining songs and woohoo, your famous. But did you know, I devoured my years rising to popularity and now I'm plunged back down because of some high school girl singing like a broken toy to my song!"

Sakura raged, "Well, have you seen all those other pop singers? They're pleased to see young people singing and dancing to their songs; they're proud, and they take it as a praise. But you, your just selfish for your own notoriety!"

Ryota stormed off, shotting a filthy look at Sakura, who narrowed her eyes.

Ryota, she'll get a piece of my mind! Sakura thought as she bolted back home angrily.

Sakura tossed her bag on the floor, soughing as her mother, who was badgering her to know why Sakura was in 'the mood'.

Sakura collapsed on her bed, even though it was still 6:07 in the evening; all she wanted was sleep, straining to preclude her mind from thinking about her rise to fame.

But all her thoughts were of Ryota's looks.

Revolving her mind...again..and...again.