Dreamy Days In School In West Tokyo ✔

Chapter 2: The Bullies

I'm in the cafeteria painfully eating the wilted salad and the sloppy soup when Ichigo Sato and Rihito Hatsune walk into the cafeteria.

"Oh, hey there new kid," Ichigo greets me. Shoot. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. I really don't want to talk to him right now. "Hey, I was talking to you." He grabs the collar of my cardigan again. Aish, this guy. I stare at him with a blank expression. "Answer me, loser!"

"Get off me," I say as I push him off. He falls backwards again and lands in Rihito's arms. Everybody looks at me in surprise.

"Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?" Ichigo asks furiously as Rihito helps him back to his feet.

"You made a big mistake," Rihito adds as he stands next to Ichigo. I shrug my shoulders as I turn away from them and place my half eaten lunch in the garbage before walking out of the cafeteria. Everybody watches me as I exit the cafeteria in shock. Everybody stop looking at me please!

Alright, back to my room now. I quickly follow the way I came and enter my room. I sigh as I look around my room. I haven't unpacked yet. Ugh, I should probably do it though. I sigh again as I take my bags and begin to unpack. I finish unpacking within 15 minutes. Ok, so, what to do now? I guess I can go to class early. I nod as I grab my bag and head to my next class. I do my best to avoid everybody who tries to talk to me and I manage to get to my class without any problems.

"Are you Rocky Chikiuro?" The teacher asks.

"Yes sir," I respond as I bow my head politely. He nods as he writes something down.

"Well, welcome to Tokyo's All Boys Academy," he says.

"Thank you sir," I thank him, "Happy to be here." He nods again.

"Please, take any seat you want," he replies as he turns his attention to something on his desk. I do as I'm told and sit in the middle of the classroom. "I will warn you ahead of time, but that is not a very good choice to sit." I stare at him confused. How can he even tell where I'm sitting if he's not even looking?

"Why is that?" I ask in confusion.

"The seat next to yours is Ichigo Sato's and the seat behind you is Rihito Hatsune's," he explains as the students come piling in, "Well, I guess it's too late now." Wait a minute! Hold on a second! What do you mean it's too late now?!

"Um, I can still switch can't I?" I ask hopefully.

"I am sorry, but the bell has already rang, so I'm afraid that the place you have chosen can not be switched," he explains sympathetically, but he doesn't look sympathetic at all. In fact, he looks rather amused. Great. This day is going so well. Why Ichigo and Rihito of all people? Honestly, I'd rather have to sit next to Ryuzo and have him constantly try to convince me to let him give me a makeover. I slump in my chair as I wait for class to start.

"Did you see his face?" I hear a voice say from outside of the classroom. Ichigo. "It was so dumb looking I almost spat out my drink." Geez. Obnoxious jerk. "Geez, Rihito could you be anymore depressing?" With that Ichigo and Rihito come walking into the classroom looking like they rule the world. Stupid, rich, jerks.

"Mr. Sato, Mr. Hatsune, you're late," the teacher states with an annoyed expression on his face. Ichigo and Rihito both roll their eyes as they come to sit in their seats. As they come, they notice me sitting there. Ichigo smiles evilly as he sits beside me. I slightly look up and my eyes meet Rihito's who stares at me with a blank expression before he walks past me and sits in the seat behind me. Geez, Rihito seems as bad at communication as Takeshi.

"Well, well, well, looks like the new kid had the guts to sit beside me and Rihito," Ichigo says with a sneer. I ignore him as I turn my attention to the front.