Dear Diary - T. Oikawa

August 17th, 2012

Dear Diary,

                     The second day of school was definitely more interesting than the first. I still cannot believe these girls worship that boy like he is a god. Like c'mon, they have nothing better to do? 

Anyways, I guess I never really talked about my hobbies or anything about me personality-wise. I enjoy working out and going on runs. I love to cook/bake, but I am not really good at it. I also like sports and reading. Personality-wise I have been called "bubbly" by my old friends. I like to say I have a very kid-like personality. I would call myself funny, not to be cocky. Oh yeah, I can be very cocky. Whoops.

Y/n's POV

I walk through the school gates, same as yesterday. I keep my head down once again and head to my first class.

On my way there someone grabs the handle of my backpack, that is exposed from the back side, and yanks on it, pulling me back. 

"What is your issue!" I yell turning around and looking up to meet a pair of brown orbs staring at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think I pulled it that hard!" The brown eyes person said apologetically. 

I turned around and continued to walk to class without saying anything back.

"My name is Oikawa. I was like guy who you bumped into yesterday after class." He says as he catches up to walk next to me.

"Really, can I help you? I am a little busy here." I say speeding up my pace.

"I thought we could be friends. I don't recognize you? Did you transfer or are you a first year?" 

"Do you always ask strangers this many questions?" I ask stopping in the middle of the hallway.

Oikawa just shrugs at me.

"Fine. Names Y/n L/n, I am a second year, and I just move to Japan from America. Happy now" I say rolling my eyes before turning and walking straight to class.

Oikawa just stood in the middle of the hallway, shocked that you actually talking to him.

I sit down in class, unbothered and alone like normal, except this time a group of girl I have never seen before came up to me.

"Who are you? Why were you talking to Oikawa?" She asked me with such attitude that I was taken back.

I sat there in utter disbelief that some random bitch came up to me with her little "side-kicks" and talked to me with such disrespect. 

"I am talking to you! Do you even have friends? I assume not, just look at you." She says eyeing me up and down.

"Bitch, sit down. C'mon daddy didn't teach you manners? Or wait, lemme guess he didn't stick around. Do you get your money from child-support?" I ask fake pouty at her, and yes I was disrespectful but since my dad left me I can say this. 

I mean maybe I shouldn't but this girl just made my blood absolutely boiling. Maybe it was a little far, but she now knows her place and she should act accordingly.  

"Y/N! Get over here!" The teacher yelled.

I quietly obeyed as I walked slowly to the front of the room. As I stood in front of my teacher he handed me a green slip with a small noted folded up. The slip was a pass to the principal's office.

"You're kidding." I mumbled as I walked out of the room making my way to the principals office.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" Someone repeatedly yelled in the silent hall behind me.

I slowly stop in my place and pivot around making eye contact with a familiar brunette.

"Yell my name one more time, and we will see what happens. Now is not the time." I say, shutting the boy up.

"Oh, my bad." Oikawa says, eyeing the green slip that is crumbled up in my right hand and the folded note in my left hand.

"Before you ask about it, get your little "fan girls" the hell away from me. Maybe you should stay away from me too." I say as I turn around and start to walk again without saying another word.

A/N: I have not edited this chapter yet so I hope it isn't that bad! I hope you really are starting to enjoy it though! Love u babes <3!