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You open the door to the roof, only to be  slammed into with brute force.

"FUCK!"

You regain your stability, thanking the high heavens that you held on to the rail when you opened the door. Two boys stand there, one with wide eyes and a trembling figure, and the other with his arms crossed and a very pissed look on his face.

Flicking your eyes between the two, you connect the dots.

"Is everything ok?" You say, unsure of how to react. You didn't have any serious bullying in your old school...

"Its fine, bitch." The pissed one says. "You know the damn rules"

Raising your eyebrow, you say,"Uh huh... and beating someone up isn't against "the rules"?"

"I-its ok." The smaller, trembling boy says, rather lamely.

You grab the smaller boy's wrist and tug him towards you. At the very least, you could be a flesh shield. Although, you were hoping that being female would keep you from being beat up as bad as... whatever this guy's name is.

However, the asshole, I mean, the other guy, isn't having it. Stomping forward, he grabs your collar and lifts you off the ground. You wince, knowing that there will most definitely be a bruise all over your mid riff tomorrow from where the beat up boy accidentally body slammed you.

"Everyone knows Fuhashi doesn't like little bitches in his business" the male growls, his pale green eyes meeting yours.

"The swim guy?" You wonder aloud.

The green eyed boy narrows his eyes. Is this useless hoe actually stupid or is she just putting on a front?

Squeaking shoes catch both of your attentions as the smaller boy ran down the stairs and out of sight.

"DAMMIT!!" He says, dropping you flat on your butt and thundering down the stairs. Wincing, you get up and dust off your skirt. You glare in the direction of the duo. You were hoping to have a normal, average, uneventful first day.

Guess not

。*゚+。*゚+

The bulky male dips his head, his pale green eyes looking anywhere but at the navy ones examining the folder.

"Y/N L/N. She interfered with the transaction this afternoon." He says, still avoiding the gaze.

"Dismissed" is all the dark haired male says.

"Of course, Fuhashi, thank you sir."

Ren Fuhashi flicks through the thin folder, the pages still warm from the printing machine. As he comes across your photo, he runs a slim finger down your smiling cheeks, his entire face softening.

"Found you."

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