She's a Lady

Chapter One~Well This Just Sucks

October

"Quin! Wait up!" the short girl yelled as she tried to catch up with her best friend, who'd just cruised by on his skateboard. The boy immediately skidded to a stop, turning and smiling at her as she rolled up beside him. She jumped off her board, keeping a foot on it so it wouldn't keep rolling.

"Hey, Mimi." he said. The girl scowled at her nickname.

"Please don't call me that..." she muttered.
"Mimi! Quin!" someone yelled. The teens turned at the familiar voice, and the boy came to a halt in front of them.
"It's Hisami. It has always been Hisami. Stop calling me Mimi!!!!!!" the girl yelled.
"Sorry Mimi," the boy said, earning a glare from the dark haired girl. He scratched the back of his head nervously, before clearing his throat and turning to his other friend. "Quin," he said, glancing warily at Hisami, "do... do you have my jacket?"
"Huh? Oh." Quin grabbed his backpack and opened it, pulling out a blue and green lettered jacket. KH Football was printed in green letters on the front. "Coach was mad at you for missing practice yesterday. You're gonna get your ass chewed off today."
Akiro scratched the back of his head again, chuckling. "Yeah, that figures. Gai is pretty tough when it comes to that stuff."
"It's your fault for joining the football team..." Hisami said. "Come on, guys," she said. "We need to go or we'll be late." Then she hopped on her board and took off, the two boys following her example and following suit.
In Class...
"Okay, class. You will be getting your new seats today." There was a chorus of groans from the class. "I'm sorry. But if it wasn't for," the teacher cleared his throat, "Mr. Kyba, you wouldn't have to." Hisami chuckled as people glared at her friend, yelling and throwing stuff at him. "Now, since this is English, who you are seated by will become your new creative writing partner. For the rest of the year." More groans. Hisami laughed again.
Hisami POV
I zoned out until I heard my name called by Mr. Shiromi. "Hisami Koizumi." I looked up at him. "....with Isi Hiyay--" I stood abruptly, knocking my chair over.
"No!" I yelled out. "Mr. Shiromi, you're my favorite teacher, please don't make me sit beside that jerkface!"
"Hisami, just because you're the best in the class doesn't mean that you get to be treated better. Amaya has to sit beside Akiro."
"I will gladly trade seats with her," Amaya said. I seconded that.
"No! Hisami, you will sit by Isi, and Amaya, you will sit beside Akiro. That is the end of this conversation." With that, Mr. Shiromi closed his book, going to sit at his desk. I sighed and picked up my chair, waiting for the douchebag to come sit beside me. He took his sweet time getting situated once he finally came over. I scowled.
"Is everyone seated comfortably?" I scowled at Mr. Shiromi, who smiled back at me. "Good. Now, pull out a sheet of paper. You and your partner will be coming up with," he glanced at me, "a videogame. You will come up with the theme song--you will work on those during music-- at least five main characters and four minor characters, a boss you have to fight, and the storyline. You will have until the end of the semester to finish this. You will have none of my class time to work on it this week, so you may want to get started today." He smiled again. I glared at him. Asshole. "Start now." I groaned and slammed my head on my desk. This was going to be a long day.
Later...
I sighed and picked at my cheese crackers with my thumbnail. I didn't want to work with Isi all year... Ugh I wish Quin wasn't in art right now! I want to rant!!!
"What's wrong, Mimi? Don't like your partner?" Akiro chuckled. I punched him in the arm. "Ow!"
"Of course I don't, asswad! He's a stuck up prick!"
"I am?" The cool voice made me jump ten feet in the air, yelping. Akiro laughed, but I glared at him, shutting him up.
"What the hell do you want, Hayayaka?" I growled. He ran a hand through his dark hair, sighing.
"Here," he took my hand, startling me, and jotted his phone number on it with a pen.
"Why do I need this?" I asked, holding my hand up to my face to examine it.
"For the project, idiot. I want this done as soon as possible."
"Okay." I turned, waiting
for him to leave. When he didn't, I turned back around to face him, my eyebrow raised. "Can I help you, Douchebag?"
"Give me yours."
"What?"
"Your phone number."
"Why?"
"So I can text you."
I huffed, grabbing his pen and scribbling my number on his hand. "There," I said, handing him his pen back. "Anything else?"
"Yeah." I was surprised when he put his hands on the wall behind me, pinning me there, and leaning down close to my face. "Stop calling me Douchebag... Mimi." My face lit up when his hot, minty breath caressed my skin. He turned and walked away, not bothering to look back. My eyes were wide.
"What the hell...?" Akiro mumbled. I looked at him, and he looked confused as hell. "Does he like you, Mimi?" he asked. I laughed out loud, my earlier embarrassment fading.
"Yeah, right!" I yelled. But... it would explain that episode, right? I mean, it's never happened before... I shook my head. He didn't like me. He just did that to annoy me. That asshole.