*BEEP BEEP BEEP* your alarm for school went off
you slowly got out of bed and went to your closet to change into your uniform. as you pulled on the mirror sliding door you look at your reflection and of course you had a deep purple bruise under your eyes and on your nose
"oh my god I'm hideous" you thought as you pulled out the uniform "well there's nothing I can do" you thought in defeat as you got dressed
you finished getting dressed and headed down stairs and saw Bruce waiting for you "here you go y/n and I will be driving you to school today" he told you as he handed you your lunch and turned to walk out of the door
"alright thank you Bruce" you told him as you followed him to the limo
"may I ask how you broke your nose?" he asked you as he opened the door of the limo for you
"yeah! I got into a fight with this guy that was bullying a new friend of mine" you explained to him as he drove through the gates of the house
"that is very brave and kind of you but I suggest you refrain from fighting. it is very dangerous and could get you hurt as you've learned" he told you
"yeah I usually don't fight but this guy was being a real jerk" you said to Bruce through your teeth, remembering how it upset you
"they have this weird gambling rule there that if you owe money you turn into some kind of slave" you explained to him
"that sounds scary. You should be careful with who you gamble with" he said concerned
"yeah. I've never gambled but I know the basics for most games" you told him as you grabbed your bag reaching for the door
"well that good to hear. I'll also be picking you up from school" he informed you
"alright thank you Bruce" you told him as you got out and walked into school
as you walked into the building again everyone was staring at you this time because of how bruised you were
"I better hurry to class so I stop getting stared at" you thought speeding up
the only problem was that you didn't know how to get to your first period. since you got into the fight first thing in the morning Ryota didn't help you find any of your classes
"Great. I don't even know where my schedule is! I must have dropped it when I got into the fight" you thought and looked around not knowing what to do
"excuse me where's the library?" you asked a random guy walking by
"uhh that way " he said as he pointed down the hall
"alright thanks" you told him as you walked away "maybe that girl from yesterday could help me out! hopefully she's in the library right now" you thought to yourself
as you got in the library and were looking around you lost hope "damn it there's no one here" you whispered and as you said that it was as if your guardian angel was looking after you. You see the girl picking up a book about calculus "damn she's a nerd" you thought to yourself
"excuse me I need your help in something" you whispered to her as you tapped her on the shoulder
"OH! h-hi I didn't think you'd actually come looking for me!" she whispered back to you flustered
"yeah sorry to interrupt you its just that yesterday I lost my schedule and I don't know how to get to my class" you explained your situation to her
"i-its fine you're not interrupting me, and I believe the only people that could help you with that is the student council" she told you
"alright thank you and ... how do I get there?" you asked her with a puzzled expression
"well its on the left side of the building and has two huge wooden doors" she explained to you as she pointed in the general direction of how to get there
" alright thank you! I'll see you later!" you told the girl as you walked away "well that was kind of awkward" you thought to yourself walking out of the library "now I just have to talk to the student council" you thought a little nervous "hopefully I don't get into to much trouble for yesterday"
YOU ARE READING
Burning Love
FanfictionY/n is a new student at Hyakkaou Private Academy known famously for the gambling that goes on and the rich students that attend. In this story almost everyone likes y/n but y/n is captivated by a certain girl that pays her no mind. Will Y/n be able...
