Izumi's POV
"Izu! You're going to be late for school!" My mother screamed loudly from downstairs. As you can see I already ate breakfast and for another thing, whenever I'm supposed to get ready like brushing my hair and dressing up, I take a long time to do so.
Don't ask me why. I just do and if you do ask me... I don't know the answer.
I was wearing my wretched school uniform. To a normal they would appreciate it. Maybe... But I don't. With it's ugly, horrifying short skirt. Bleh!
I grabbed my backpack and set off for school. My mother was waving at me from the window, mouthing 'bye' multiple times.
So let me tell you more about myself. I was good at music but mostly art. I got many awards for my 'creativity'. I didn't think all those things I got awards for, my artworks, they weren't as good as the ones my idol made, Ota Kisaki.
I guess you could say that my art and works were literal trash beside his, in comparison, you know.
I was a popular student. Many guys liked to ask me out. I am what I am and that shall never change. Meaning, that I will never go out with a guy or even hang out with them.
Well... until I finish College, which I would get a boyfriend or so... who knows.
I got into my car. It was nice, comfortable and well, nice. My mother gave it to me since she hated the idea of me walking outside. Her protective side is all...
I drove to school. I saw a crowd of women near the black gate, surrounding someone but I was too far away and they were blocking too much to hear or see who he was or at least know what was happening aside from the part that a bunch if women was surrounding him.
The fact that I know it as a he than a she?
Because far more women were surrounding the person, and the boys were during nothing but glaring into the crowd.
I was watching all the action from inside the car. Looking outside the completely closed window.
Oh well. I just want to learn more about Ota Kisaki than those magazines, news paper articles and the news can offer. But that will never happen. I wish it will though...
I parked it in the highlighted area which was the 'Students' Car Parking Area'.
I walked into the building from the main door and boys surrounded me almost instantly. Girls surrounded this guy... I forgot his name. He was the most popular guy in my school. That's all I knew. I could care less for the name. I knew what he looked like, so that was fine.
You might think I have an interest in him. But really, think about it, no way. I don't have any interest in any boy so I had learned to control my bubbling anger when they surround me. Like right now for a perfect example.
He looked at me and I stared at him. We made eye contact and we quickly looked away. I had light pink blush on my face. Too light to be noticed.
Acteur had it to. But his was darker and the girls had noticed. The boys noticed me staring at him and gave him a glare. The girls noticed me and the Acteur's blsuh so they glared at me.
If looks could kill Acteur-chan and I would be dead thanks to them glaring at us. What? All I did was stare at him. Besides... He started it!! Right?
Okay I can admit it. I have only a little bit of like towards him. Only a little. I don't even know if I can trust him yet. I was sure I couldn't. He was a player! For goodness sake, I'll end up like those fools that fell for the flirting charms. Tch..
William's POV
Like Izumi, I had a car. Like Izumi I was popular. Like Izumi I wait... why am I comparing myself to Izumi? Hmm... she was pretty cute. I do like fierce girls. For some reason she always talks French around me, knowing it was my heritage.
As soon as I entered which was like a few seconds after Izumi entereed the classroom, the girls surrounded me began giggling near the back, flocking over my beautiful self. A group of boys surrounding Izumi flocked her with endless questions. Her face, ever so emotionless, yet full of emotion. The sun shining her angel-like face, wait... why am I thinking of her!?
She didn't have any friends unless she... eh wanted a guy friend, which would probably be the last thing she would do. I felt sorry for her. She was the type to hide herself from others. So was I but I have 2 guy friends and well alot of girl friends.
But we both have a group surrounding us... wait why am I constantly comparing myself to her, thinking of her!? I think I'm losing my mind. Yes! That's it. I am losing my mind.
I stared at Izumi she looked in my direction and we made eye contact... again. We stayed like that for quite some time until she turned around to face the window.
From the glass I could see her face. It was beautiful. Her porcelain looking skin. Her priceless smile. Her proud attitude. I think I lost my mind.
Why do I keep thinking about Izumi?
Because you like her Baka
I do not
Yes you do don't deny it
Fine I do but only this much much. Less then 200, 100, or 50
Fine but that will soon change
No, you need to know something.. it will never change. SHE HATES ME!
We waited for the teacher, watching as the crowd that didn't go to this class leave when the bell rang, much to their disappointment. Izumi however looked extremely pleased to see their retreating forms pushing each other out the door.
