Wait. He'll DIE if I don't become his girlfriend?!?

Chapter 7 (I'm not the slipper girl!)

Chapter 7 on this one too! *GASP* haha :) anyways, I have nothing to say, except I hope it isn't too confusing, so remember,

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CHAPTER 7

Just like the girls said, after Ryan left, he didn't come back to class, up until now.

During this time, I prepared hundreds, no, thousands of ways to apologize, but if he wouldn't appear, no matter how touching my words were, they would be wasted...

My chin on the table, I zoned out, looking at the white wall.

Suddenly, a big square hard cover book slammed on my desk, nearly making me jump out of my seat.

A wavy haired girl with big eyes stuck her face close to mine, her lips furiously opening and closing.

"Kiki, good morning, my name's Ella, and I'm the student council secretary as well as well as 'First King' Ryan's fan club's president. If you any problems, you can ask me. First, I want to represent the athletics class and welcome you; and also, for your uniform you have to choose one or two jackets and one to three styles of actual uniform, and then you have to give the numbers to the mustache man in the sewing room. He'll take care of your size and stuff and help you make a new uniform."

As soon as she finished, she slapped her hand on the blue book in front of me.

Shocked, I didn't react. I could only stutter, "Wha - what?"

"Anyways, you just have to remember my words. The sewing room is in between the athletics, fine arts, and academics buildings, it's the one with the red roof. Ok, there's a lot of stuff I have to take care of in the fan club. Every break time those crazy girls go incredibly insane."

She used lightning speed to say all of this, and then not waiting for my reply, swept out of the room like a tornado.

I stared at the girl's back, finally coming to a conclusion: half of this school's people were insane!

Uh...I'll just look at the uniforms...

As soon as I opened the book, I froze.

Waahh! There were one hundred types of jackets alone!

The only thing that made them similar was that they were all a tan color.

And all the shirts, skirts, and scarves made me even dizzier. But what made me extremely excited was: the girls' uniform's model was my idol, Anna Diez! (I've heard a long time ago she came to this school). But the guys' uniform's model was...Ryan! I couldn't believe his body was even more mouthwatering than a super star's...

I happily picked out my uniform. Hoho, they were all the pink cute kind, I love cute things!

By the time I was done picking, I was the only one left in the classroom. I wrote down the numbers and walked out the door.

I skipped toward the sewing room, but as soon as I stepped foot inside, I saw Ryan's cold face and my spirits immediately plunged 10 miles down. He sat on the room's leather couch, his legs up on the table. A pretty girl sat beside him, while a guy wearing several different types of coats stood behind him.

His thin lips tight, he lazily twirled the jade ring on his thumb. The black crystal earrings seemed to be asleep too, sparkling warmly.

At this moment, my world seemed to be filled with shooting stars! He was so hot!

A mustached man walked out from a room, walking toward Ryan.

"Like always, #0368 for your jacket?"

Ryan nodded. Suddenly, when he saw me in the doorway, his already cold face froze even more, making me shiver.

Mustache man shook his head, "How come other peoples' coats hang there just fine, but they just steal yours?! School only started a wekk, and this is your fourth coat already!"

Ryan raised his eyebrows, "If you really wnat to know why, ask those thief who stole them." He glanced at me a second, his eyes saying "You're the thief."

"Little girl, are you here to get your jacket too? Give me the number." Mustache man discovered my existence and smiling, walked toward me.

I nervously handed my slip of paper to him.

Lord, why did I feel someone's gaze glaring at me like a wolf?

"Oh, your choices are all very cute!" He saw the numbers and said, smiling. "To separate each person's uniform, we stitch a little symbol on the collar. It could be a letter, an animal, a plant, or just a cute shape, but it has to be one no other student has every used before! Which kind do you want?"

"There's a symbol?!" My faced reddened with excitedment, I tilted my head to the side, thinking, "I like bunnies, just give me a bunny..."

I wasn't done talking when a cold voice suddenly sounded next to my ear.

"Give her slippers, big size."

The room suddenly burst out with laughter. Slowly rotating my neck, I saw Ryan grinning evilly at me. There was fire in his eyes, a light eery fire.

Mustache man tried to stop himself from laughting, pretending to cough seriously.

"No one's ever used slippers, but the bunny's already been used, so..."

"I don't want to!" I pitifully blinked my eyes, "I don't like slippers at all..."

Lord, if he stitched a slipper onto those cute clothes...I wanted to die...

Ryan's face darkened.

"Stupid slipper girl, are you defying me?"

"I - I..." I clenched my firsts. I'm not a slipper girl, and I didn't need to sticth a slipper onto my uniform! No slipper, no! But I couldn't say anything...

Ryan ignored my look that meant I was about to cry and walked out the door with his girl and guy in tow.

But right as he was about to walk out, he paused, his voice cutting through the air.

"Remember, big size."

Seeing that arrogant back, I wanted to cry. Why, why did I have to chase such an awful guy?

"Don't be sa,d little girl, I'll make sure your slippers are extra cute." Mustache man patted my shoulder, but his eyes were full of alughter. "Come, take off your jacket so I can measure you..."

I took off my jacket, my eyes full of tears. With the lord as my witness, this instant, I wanted to die!

Ugh...i couldn't think of anything to write...