"I can have fun without having to drink.  I was forced to drink and it spiraled down hill from there.." She said to him with a rather icy cold scowl on her face.  Having a pounding headache and a dehydrated body wasn't making her mood any better, she just felt like she was getting angrier by the minute.   She didn't want to yell at him that much really, she just was so shocked that she actually did something like this that she needed to convince herself that it wasn't her fault, that she wasn't to blame.  And truth was, she was to blame for sure.  She had participated in the drinking after the first bottle had been forced down her throat and it had led to this.<br/><br/>As she was about to slam open his door, she stopped as Masaru gently approached her.  She was shocked to see him bow apologetically to her.  He looked truly upset and just as confused and shocked as her.  Guilt suddenly flooded her heart as she stared down at him, bewildered.  Why were her cheeks turning hot again?    Misaki roughly rubbed her left cheek to stop herself from blushing further.  With a heavy sigh, the girl admitted defeat and decided to stand down for the most part.<br/><br/>While he was still bowing, she placed her hand on his head and patted his messy matted acorn brown hair.  "S-sorry....you probably didn't mean for this.  My headache is just making me irritated that's all" she said before putting her hand down at her side again.  Her conscience felt better after apologizing, she didn't like blowing up at people.<br/><br/>"I should go though, my parents are worried" she said as she decided to walk herself out.  She opened the bedroom door and aw her shoes outside the room.  Picking them up, Misaki made her way out of the house.  She had never visited his property before so she never realized how large it was.  But Misaki managed to leave the home in a rush and slipped on her shoes and made her way down the sidewalk to go home, far from Masaru's place by then.  Misaki never wanted to think about this day ever again, she wanted to erase it from her mind and act like it had never happened.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Misaki had forgotten her hair ribbon back at Masaru's house on his nightstand.  She had worn her hair in a ponytail the night of the party.  It was a long red ribbon that could be tied into a bow easily.  All the girls had received a hair ribbon last night, all of a different color, as gifts for helping with the sports festival.  Misaki was just happy to have gotten the red one.