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Spread of Rumors

We open the door seeing as the teachers and staff work hard to get all the students into the gym. We kept on bumping into people ever second wondering how long are we going to be like this. We finally made it into the gym barely fitting through the doors with all the other students that were trying hard to get into the gym as well. The staff quickly order us around putting us into lines across the gym. Finally, the whole staff finished ordering the kids around and sat on the chairs that were set aside.  A tall, young, man stood on the stadium looking rather formal, as should be. He lightly coughs into the microphones grabbing everybody's attention.

"Welcome students to another year of school," he cheered but most of the students just groaned at the thought of that idea.

"Most of you are here for three reasons," he blurted out, "one because your families are rich, another reason is great at a sport, and either because you had a great GPA score."

I'm actually really happy for getting into this school. It was tough but all that hard work was worth it. Begin in a sport and keeping my grades up were harder than expecting and wasn't any easier for my brother neither.

"So to start the day we'll be sending you to your homerooms so we could finally start classes." He said beaming with excitement.

Everybody began to leave the gym heading towards different rooms in the hall.

"Come on y/n I think I know the way to our homeroom," he said as he grips on to my arm running towards the stairs.

A few minutes pass as we finally reach our homeroom.

"This... is it," Hiroji said trying to catch his breath.

"I can't believe our classroom is all the way up here," I said reaching towards the handle.

I open the door seeing the room already chaotic. Most of the girls were all bunched up in the corner of the room squealing over something ironic. Most of the boy's wrestled in the middle of the classroom knocking the chairs and tables to the side. I look at Hiroji who look at me quirking one eyebrow up.

"So guess this is our homeroom I guess," Hiroji smirked wrapping his arm around my neck pulling me in for a hug.

"Yeah, I guess," I giggle moving his arm away.

The boys turn their heads towards us looking at usweirdly. A boy walks up to me looking rather cocky. He had red hair that swayed around and soft pale skin. He grabs my hand pulling me towards him.

"You wanna go out sometime," he muttered into my ear.

My face turned bright red not knowing what to do. However, until was able to say anything, my brother grabbed my arm pulling me towards him.

"I'm sorry to say this but she's not interested." Hiroji snarled at the boy.

His smiled turned into a frown giving an awful glare at Hiroji.

"So what are you? His boyfriend or something." he hissed at him quickly grabbing my other arm.

"No," Hiroji said quirking an eyebrow.

"So then why are telling me I can't ask her out?" he said giving an awful grin.

Hiroji quickly let's go of me arm grabbing the boy's hair. The boy's grin faded away showing horror in his eyes. Hiroji he was now the one with the giant grin.

"The reason why I'm saying to keep your hands off her," he hissed, "is because I'm her brother and I'm not letting people like you hurt her."

The boy was already trembling trying to keep his hands from shaking. What should I do if this keeps on going? This could get bloody. I tried speaking out, but nothing came out of my mouth it was if I just lost my voice.

"Now I think the time you scram or get beaten till you can't walk any more punk." He said giving the boy an intense stare in his eyes.

"Look, man, I'm sorry I didn't know okay, I- 'm sorry." He stuttered trying to keep his leg from falling to the ground.

"Hiroji stop before the teacher comes!" I finally shouted as I gently grab his hand.

He glares at me then looks at the boy who looks as if he was about to cry.

"Fine," he hissed letting go of the boy's hair.

He quickly scrabbled away with his friends who look shocked about his condition. He looked at me with confused face and gently squeezed my hand.

"Please tell me someone makes you feel uncomfortable." He muttered slowly wrapping his arms around.

'You got taller bro," I giggle hugging him back.

The teacher had just entered the room looking like if he just missed his morning coffee.

"Okay students please sit in the desk that has your name on it," he plainly said as he got to his own desk.

He looked around looking how chaotic it already was.

"Who every moved the tables, put it back in its place or else there's going to be consequences." He hissed looking like a ticking time bomb.

We all quickly scrabble around the room putting the desk in their places. We then began to look for our name that had a little sticker with our name on it. Hiroji, I guess this his desk. I look to the next. y/n, I guess this my desk.

"Hiroji this your desk," I shouted as I point to the desk next to me.

He smiles and quickly speeds run towards the desk. He sits on the chair letting out a big sigh. I sit in my chair looking to my left that theirs one more student missing. Everybody was already seated at their sits so could that mean that kid is absent or late.

"Alright, class so I'll be passing out your classes for this semester." The teacher groaned as he passes a sheet of paper to every student.

Suddenly the door slams open grabbing everyone's attention. There was a boy with nice black hair, sunglasses, and a red sweater that head white stripes on the wrist. The girls began to squeal as he passes by to the empty seat next to me. He removes his glasses and winks at me. I quirk an eyebrow and look away.

"Hiroji I think I'm sitting next to the weird kid," I muttered.

We both giggle and then looked at our classes. I turned my head looking away from my sheet of paper. The boy was quietly staring at me. I turn my head away trying not to make eye contact with him.

"Evan do you like that girl?" a girl whispered.

Could it be that this boy actually has a crush on me? No way in a million years would I say yes to him. The boy began to laugh loudly at the idea.

"You think I like that slut over there?" he giggled.

That's not true. Why is he saying that about me? My throat felt dry and my eyes felt a burning sensation.