She's mine.

Chapter Six: New Face

The two boys adjusted their ties, and ran fingers through their hairs. When they finally thought they looked good, they turned to each other, checked each other's appearance, then nodded, and commenced walking professionally. 

"wOAH WoaH..." Korota San cried, stepped in front of the door and blocked the two student's way as they skidded to a stop.

Daisaku and Ethan looked up from the ground, then looked back down again on seeing who it was. "Sorry si-"Now which one of you bought the bottle?" Korota San began, pointing a sharp ruler at Ethan's hair. "You boys know very well that hair gel is illegal at this school, yet you choose not to abide!" The teacher whacked their heads. The boys looked down firmly at the ground, wincing, trying their best not to utter a word. "Sorry, sir." They managed to murmur. "Instead of walking down the entrance like Tom Cruise in slow motion, why not walk up on the stage at assembly and deliver a speech on world peace?" Korota San said, snatching the hair gel bottle from Ethan's palm and disposing it in the "confiscated" bin. "Off you go, you both." He muttered, waving his hand lazily as a dismissal.

Ethan and his roommate quickly scurried into the hallway, all their stunning dignity gone and turned to their lockers, pigging out materials needed for the next lesson. 

"Here, psst- Take it." Ethan said, slapping a glob of hair gel onto Daisaku's hair. "What the hell, man?" He hissed, feeling at his newly wetted hair. "That Hitmai is going to kill me today." Ethan blurted, When Daisaku looked up, Ethan had already fled. 

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As eight in the morning arrived, students rushed to class, some late or some walking with extreme exhaustion with the air of the unwelcoming Monday.

Ethan's class had gathered outside, the teacher was temporarily absent because of photocopying multiple calculus worksheets. Even in this short span of unsupervised time, the students had managed to bend the rules once more. 

Nobody blamed them, though, because what occurred outside had got everyone's attention. The students were peering through the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of a black car which had pulled into the entrance parking, a stylish woman with pale skin, tinted red lips and short, silky cropped brown hair walked out, her black coat flapping around her legs. The woman walked around the car, pulled her dark sunglasses up, and opened the door for her passenger.

Everybody's breath tightened. A charming girl had leapt out of the car, her skirt gliding beside her, a lively smirk lifting at her perfect lips. She had a gist of innocence and playfulness on her pretty face. The boys whistled, and began whispering to other fellow males about the girl.

"She's not coming here, is she?"

"Look, her skirt is so short!"

"I bet I can get her number before you can even show your fail result to your mummy."

"Oi, you do that, and I'll break your wee wee." 

Once again, the well known act of the concerned and troubled girls moving away from the abnormal boys happened around the corridor. The senior females, though, weren't amused. The cliques huddled up, and began gossiping, and while other nice girls merely smiled at their new class fellow, the other dark-sided cliques scowled through the glass, and broke into conversations of how "slutty" she looked, while they, themselves could be seen walking around with half their knickers showing, and their breasts bulging through their tight school shirts.