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第一章

I got lost. Again. Well, sucks to be me.

I turn down a hallway, looking left and right for my class. It's history. Dreadful.

To be honest, I'd rather not go to class and just walk around the school, familiarize myself considering its only my second day here. But then again, I have a reputation to keep. I look at the signs on the door one by one - art, lab, library - but no history.

Then out of my clumsiness, I bump into someone.

"Tsk."

I felt my hair being pulled - not roughly but it hurt anyway - from the back of my head. "Ow," I say while looking up at the person I bumped into.

He was extremely tall. Blonde hair. Glasses. And a frown.

"I'm sorry," I bow then add with slight irritation "though you didn't have to pull me by my hair.

"Tsukki, that's no way to treat a girl." I hear another voice come from behind the tall boy. I cock my head to the side to get a better view of him. He had messy hair ( at least I think he does ) and that's really all that I could see.

"It doesn't matter, she was in the way," says the tall blonde boy.

I narrow my eyes in irritation. "I said sorry."

"Please, excuse my friend. I'm Yamaguchi and this is Tsukishima Kei. You are?" the boy Yamaguchi asked.

Realizing he was talking to me, I blink then answer "I'm [Y/F/N]."

He smiles and holds out a hand to which I gladly shake.

"Tsk, let's go," interrupts the blonde boy Tsukishima.

I groan in irritation.

Yamaguchi chuckles nervously. "I apologize but I have to go to class now."

"Wait!" I reply with a little too much desperation. I'm not even desperate, it just came out.

Yamaguchi turns around. From the corner of my eye, I see Tsukishima giving me an irritated look. I ignore him. "I'm looking for the history class, do you know where it is?"

"Yeah, we're heading there right now, follow us," Yamaguchi grins and motions for me to follow.

So I'm in the same class as Tsukishima? Well, that's nice.

Not.

***

While our teacher rambles on about wars and whatnot, I steal glances at Tsukishima. He's not listening to the teacher, he's just staring out the window with this bored look on his face. He gives off this 'leave-me-alone-I-hate-everyone-you're-all-lame' vibe, which clearly is how he is. Well honestly, it's how I am too so I won't judge.

I decide to go back to doodling on my book. I draw a coconut tree for no reason then rub it off, then I draw a realistic sketch when the teacher comes up to me. I hastily rub my drawing (sadly). It was really nice. Ugh, teachers.

"Ms [Y/N], do you know the answer to the question?"

Well, obviously not. I didn't even know she asked a question.

I look down and fiddle my fingers as I feel my cheeks turn hot. I can feel all the accusing glares the other students give me. Not only that, Tsukishima is stifling a laugh. My embarrassment turns to irritation.

I decide to answer the question to prove Tsukishima wrong even though he's not exactly wrong but whatever. "Yes, I do," I tell my teacher with confidence.

"What's a thousand minus seven?"

Woman, this is history.

"I...uh...nine...nine hundred and ninety...three?" I say with struggle from all the mental exhaustion that is Maths.