So, here is my brand new fanfiction! Yay! I'm not really feeling the title, so I want you guys to decide after you read it. The Cool Games or The Blackmail Games? Whichever title reaches 10 reviews for it first wins! I'll use The Blackmail Games for now, but I'll let you know who has won when it happens. For those of you reading my story Now Your Gone, the chapters will probably be coming a little slower now that I have to juggle the two. R&V! (review and vote :P) Enjoy!
I walked into the school. It was my first day in a new school. I sighed nervously. Back in Japan, I was the bad girl. I was cool, fresh, spicy. But in America, Iheard, that was the norm. Everyone was like that. So, I was going with the good girl style. A new school, town, country, house… why not personality? A fresh start, just what I was looking for.
Of course, I was worried to. I mean, I was living in America with only enough English to introduce herself in class. I wasn't even sure if she was going to have to do that, but better to be prepared. The move was so sudden, so unexpected, I didn't have time to learn more than, "Hello. My name is Amu Hinamori." I murmured it to myself over and over, scared out of my mind I would forget it if I stopped.
Kids walked by, chattering amongst themselves in a language I couldn't even hope to understand. This didn't do anything to help my nerves, as you could probably guess. I just tried to block it all out as I pulled out my schedule and glanced at what I had scribbled down as my first class. I groaned. English. Nothing like starting your first day in a class where you talk about a language you couldn't try to understand if you wanted to. This was going to suck.
I finally walked into the classroom after searching forever for the room with the symbols that matched the ones on my English schedule, getting more and more frustrated as I checked room after rooms. Amazingly, I had just enough time to spare. I sat down at a random desk, not really caring if it was someone else's or where I sat anyway. Besides, it's not like I could tell if it was someone else's even if it was written there.
The boy next to me caught my eye. My jaw hit the floor as I realized he was Japanese. I couldn't believe my luck! Of course, I thought bitterly, he's also American. Chances are he doesn't speak any Japanese. Either way, I couldn't stop myself from trying.
"Sumimasen." The blue haired boy looked up, obviously startled. He looked at me.
"Nihongo ga wakarimasu ka?" I asked. My heart pounded from nerves. He's cute. I thought as I stared into his midnight blue eyes, waiting for a response.
"Eh." He answered. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good, because I barely know a word of English." I responded.
"And yet you attend school here in America. Where we speak English." He started to extend his hand, which confused me. He must have noticed, because he quickly retracted it and stood to give a short, quick bow. "Tsukiyomi Ikuto desu." He introduced himself.
"Hinamori Amu desu." I replied, returning the bow. "Pleased to meet you."
"As I you."
Just then, the teacher entered, rapidly speaking and making strange hand gestures while making strange marks on the board. I tried to appear as though she was listening, when really I was thinking about the cute boy sitting next to me. Ikuto-san passed me a note while the teacher's back was turned.
She just introduced herself as Jennings-sensei and told us our first unit will be poetry. She's now jabbering away about how to form a proper haiku.
I flashed him a smile of gratitude and handed the note back with the words thanks written underneath his original note.
Unfortunately, Jennings-sensei turned around just as I was passing it back. The teacher seemed to become angry. She was speaking even faster than before, so fast I doubted even the American kids could understand what she was saying. She pointed to the note before taking it and opening it. When she saw it was written in Japanese, she seemed to become even more furious.
I'll admit it, I was frightened. I didn't know what to do, so I tried to apologize. "Sumimasen, wakarimasen." I said, my voice shakey. Out of the corner of her eye, I saw Ikuto-san lower his head into his hands and shake his head. I suddenly understood I had just made a big mistake. Jennings-sensei started shouting even louder, if that was even possible. Suddenly, she stopped. She just looked at me, as if she was seeing me in a whole new light suddenly.
"Ikuto." She said and gestured for him to follow her into the corner. The kids around her slowly started to talk amongst themselves again. After a minute of them whispering, she came back over to me. Just great. I thought. I bet he just made things worse.
"Gamensighed." She said to me. I was confused for a moment. What the hell does Gamensighed mean? Then I realized she was trying to say, "Gomenasai." She smiled at her.
"Arigatou." She smiled at me. Ikuto-san motioned for me to follow him into the hallway. When the door was closed behind them he turned to face me.
"I just saved your ass in there, y'know." He seemed to be a little pissed, which just made me angry. Where did get off?
"No, actually, I don't know. In case you didn't notice, I had no fucking idea what was going on in there. For all I know, she could have been blaming for global warming!" I put my hands on my hips and glared at him.
Ikuto-san looked taken aback for a moment, the smiled. "Woah, I think I just saw the bad-ass side of little Amu-chan. Didn't mean to come off angry. Just thought you should know, you're gonna have to pay me back." I looked into his smiling eyes with a suspicious one in mine. He had his hands in his pockets, bending down to look me right in the eyes.
"Pay you back how? And if you get to call me Amu-chan, I get to call you Dickhead-kun. Deal?" I flashed him a winning smile. He grinned back.
"Deal."
"So, what's this 'payback' you're so hung up on?" I said, getting back to the topic at hand.
"Well, seeing as I just saved you from being suspended on your first day, first period no less-" I gulped. Suspended? For passing a stupid note? "Your payback is going to have to be significant." I gave him another suspicious look. He gave a stupid smirk that got bigger with every passing second.
"You, Hinamori Amu, are as of now officially my… girlfriend." Honestly, I wasn't surprised. It would be self-centered to call myself beautiful, so let's just say I was a fairly attractive girl. But most of the time, the people who try to get you to date them in a round-about way are… well, ugly. Completely unattractive. But he was… how to put this… well, hot. Like, really hot. He sort of reminds me of Tadase-san. Dumped me for some low-life freshman. Jerk.
"If not, I could always go back and tell the teacher you called her a little ugly bitch. That would get you a weeks worth of detentions at the very least." It was obvious that he was trying to appear threatening, but it's hard to appear threatening when you quite obviously have the hots for the girl you're looking at. He was having a physical reaction, if you catch my drift…
I smiled. "Is Dickhead-kun really so unpopular he has to use blackmail to get girls?" I said teasingly. He didn't react, though. I was hoping he would blow up, but he just smiled at me again, that same stupid smirk he always had on his face.
"Well, I could always come-on to you instead." He leaned up against the wall. I put my hands up in front of me and took a half-step backwards.
"No, thanks, I'm good. You really don't need to." I laughed despite myself.
"So, that's a yes?"
"Whatever, Dickhead-kun." I started to walk down the hall. I didn't bother going back to class. What would the point be, anyway? Ikuto-san would cover for me whether I asked or not. If he didn't, he would get in trouble too, so he was obligated.
"Pinkette-chan." He called after me. I flipped him the finger and he laughed. I rounded the corner just as I heard the door close behind him. I stopped, a sudden realization hitting me. I had let my guard down. I was trying to mold myself into being a good girl, and he had broken my defenses and gotten in my head. I hadn't even known he was there. I smiled. He was good. My text tone went off.
meet me outside after school pinkette chan – your bf
how did you get this number
I have my ways :P
dickhead c ya then
I put my phone back in my pocket. He wanted the cool Amu? Fine, that's who he would get. I would become the height of cool at this school. I did it in Japan, how hard would it be here in America? I'd be the damned coolest chick in this school, and whoever held that spot now could go fuck themselves. I'll bite. I'll play your stupid game, but you better be prepared to have your asses kicked from here to the middle of next week. I grinned, a determined look on my face. I walked down the hallway confidently. This was going to be fun.