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Note:This story contains cursing, some underage drinking, and drama.

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Summary: Jay wanted to be like every other girl her age, but coming from a rich & powerful family she just couldn't get a break. Now 3yrs later, she back and unites with Seiguku, Hyotei, Rikkai, and a certain Prince of Tennis. Only time will tell, what will take place when friends become rivals and rivals become more then friends?

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=He's My Prince Of Tennis=

Chapter One: Hello Again!

Three years. It's been a total of three years since the last time I stepped foot upon a tennis court. Roughly Three years and thirty seven days since I started attending England's elite academy for the rich. Two month, three days, and thirty six hours since the last time I hung out with my friends. Nine days since I last talked to my Brother. Three days since I last saw my Father. And forty six hours, since my plane landed in Tokyo, Japan.

One would say by the look on my face I was upset. That would be an understatement; I was rather furious. Believe me, you would be too if you ended up in my shoes. Three days ago, out of the blue, my father showed up at my dorm rambling about how the "fairly new Inn chain that he and grandfather opened two years ago was now having problems" so he deiced that I would be sent in his place to fix his mess... Isn't that great? Note the sarcasm.

Now normally I wouldn't care, but, for once I was actually enjoying myself at this hell-hole they call a private school. Though of course I'll never admit that to my father, no need to make his head bigger than it already is. Now like I was saying; father came out of the blue and ordered me to pack my belongings and handed me a bunch of files and information that would fill me in on the "Black Rose INN." A project that was basically based off the white Rose back in Jersey. The next day I was off to the airport, not even bothering to protest against it knowing full well that I wouldn't win; after all I did agree to follow this lead those three years back.

When I landed I wasn't really sure where I was, that was until the hot air hit me like a brick and the annoying voice that belong to a certain idiot came screeching from a distance.

I was in Japan.

And that screeching idiot that was Atobe Keigo.

=Atobe Mansion=

"You know, glaring at me like that isn't very polite." Came from the mouth of the one and only King of Hyotei High Academy. Atobe, Keigo gracefully sat down at the edge of the guest bed I was sleeping in.

"Yea, well, waking someone up who has been suffering from jet lag isn't very polite either." I spat throwing the purple silk covers back over my head as I tried and ignore the other teen's presents. Oh yea, did I forget to mention I'll be stuck staying at the Atobe's residents for the next couple of days? That is until my new 'home' is ready for me to live in..

"Hey don't ignore me." he hissed, obviously annoyed. He pulled the covers away from me.

"Come on Keigo; let me sleep!" I whined, not caring if I sounded childish.

I was freaking tried for God's sake! All I wanted was some sleep! Was that really too much to ask?

"You can sleep in the limo," he told me. "Now come on or you're going to make me late for my own tennis match." he ordered poking me in the side.

"I'm not going." I snarled, glaring at him. "Now leave; unless you really want to be late." I ordered throwing the pillow on my head.

"Well then, if you're going to act like that then I guess I have no other choice." he sighed snapping his fingers and a second later I heard the door slam open.

"You called Atobe-sama" a female voice asked. It had to be one of baka's personal maids. There were loads of them spread throughout the large mansion, waiting beck and call on masters of the household.

"Yes, please see to it that Jamie here is dressed and ready within ten minutes" he ordered getting up from the spot he was sitting in.

"Yes sir," she answered probably bowing as Keigo left the room. "Miss Jamie you must get up." she spoke shaking me.

"Leave me alone," I hissed from under the pillow. I was seriously getting annoyed now. Didn't they understand the term "no?"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," she huffed stealing the pillow that I had covered my head with. "You must get up; Atobe-sama is waiting for you." she stressed out with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Screw that idiot!" I spat flipping onto my back. "He knows I'm tired, yet he's being such an ass!" I exclaimed glancing over at the maid for the first time. She looked about in her thirties and rather short. She had long dark brown hair that sweep along her shoulders and wore the classic old maid outfit. But, her features weren't the only thing I noticed, the expressions that play on her face were mixed with annoyance and anger.

"Please refrain from calling young master Atobe-sama such names." she sneered glaring down at me.

"Whatever floats your boat." I muttered rolling my eyes. That moron really does have a hold on his staff doesn't he?

"Now miss are you or aren't you going to get up?" she asked me.

"I'm not." I answered trying patting down my bed headed hair.

"Well then, I guess I have no other choice" she sighed. A second later she pounced on me.

"Hey! Let me go God damn it!" I screamed trying to pull away with all my strength.

"About time" Atobe huffed, ten minutes later, as he watched me slowly but, gracefully make my way down the long and elegant staircase. "You look rather nice for someone who only got dressed within ten minutes." He laughed and glance me over. I glared; I was not in a good mood. Not only, did I not get my way and sleep in for the rest of the afternoon But, I was forced to get dressed against my own will by one of baka's personal maids who despite her height she was rather strong and made sure to make a mental note not to mess with her in the future.

"I should kill you!" I snarled holding down a strong glare at the younger teen. "I had to fight her to me let use my own clothing!" I stressed as I now stood alongside him. "While she on the other hand insisted me to wear a white sun dress." I hissed annoyed as I glanced down at my outfit, I was wearing a red and white short sleeved tee shirt that had a funky design along the front of it. As for bottoms I wore a pair of faded black skinny jeans that went along with both my flats and tote bag.

"I see that you won the battle." He stated breaking me out of my trance.

"Of course," I huffed as we headed outside where a limo waited for us.

"What a shame, I would have loved to see you in a dress." He sighed slipping into the large black car.

"Yea, I'm sure you would." I agreed sliding in behind him. "Since it was you who put her up to it!" I sneered, glaring. "Don't bother lying." I told him as I turned my attention to outside the window.

"So I've been caught..." He chuckled stealing a bottle of sparkling water from the black mini fridge.

"So are you going to tell me why you were so hell bent on dragging me along with you?" I questioned glancing over at Hyotei captain.

"I wanted to show you something rather interesting..." He answered with a hint of amusement laced in his voice.

I laughed, "Really now?" Anything that Atobe thought was interesting always turned out to be something amusing for me. "Then I guess I can't wait to find out." I told him as I turned to looking back out the window as we drove past roads, shops and parks.

"Have you talked to Echizen lately?" He asked randomly.

"Why are you asking?" I questioned giving him a look that said if you say something rude or annoying I'm surely going to kill you look.

He shrugged taking a sip from his bottle of water. "Just wondering."

"Yeah, well, don't wonder about things you already know answers to." I told him as I felt a bit of bitterness wash over me; he knew that Echizen was a sore subject.

"You never really did explain to me, the whole story about your falling out." He whispered loud enough for me to hear him.

"It wasn't a falling out." I corrected him as I shot a fleeting look out the limo window. I was getting annoyed, I could feel him watching me as I continued to gaze out the window.

"Then what was it?" he asked raising a brow.

"It was him realizing that there's a thin line between love and hate." I answered my voice a little bit above a whisper. "Now please drop it." I mumbled.

"Fine, sorry I asked..." He muttered There was a brief moment of silence after that, before it was once again broken by me.

"So you said that your team is pretty much made up of the same players as it was three years ago?" I asked; unsure if I heard him correctly the other day.

"That's right," He answered, nodding his head. "I'm surprised you were even listening." He added with amusement.

"Despite what you may think, I do listen when someone is talking." I stated rolling my eyes at his comment. "And your team is in the Prefectural Tournament right?"

"That's correct," he answered nodding his head. "We'll be playing against Fudomine High School." He told me taking another sip from his water.

"Are they any good?"

"They have a few good players; but, their captain is at national level." He stated with a frown. "We lost to them one before, three years ago." He reveled screwing the cap back onto the half empty bottle of water. "However, that was when we were having problems with our regulars." He huffed crossing his legs in discomforted. "It hasn't and won't happen again that's for sure." He added as a smirk slowly appeared on his lips.

I chuckled, "You're cocky, you know that?"

"What you think we won't win?"

"Well I won't know until I see how the other team plays."

"Che such a little devil." he huffed, amused.

"Whatever you say idiot-san." I snickered receiving a glare.

"Master Atobe we've arrived." The drive called out as we finally noticed the limo had come to a complete stop and it was now parked in front of a large set of stairs.

"This is where the tournament is being held?" I questioned, confused.

"That's right." He answered simply; sliding out of the now open door.

"Well, this certainly different then how we have our tournaments in the states..." I muttered, sliding out behind with my tote bag in hand.

"Well were not in the states now are we." He reminded me.

"Well no duh, that why I pointed it out moron!" I snapped glaring at the older teen.

"Master Atobe good luck in your match." The drive wished, bowing as he did so; which resulted with a nod from moron-san and then he went on his way.

"Well that was rude..." I concluded in disbelief as I watched Keigo slowly make his way up the long concreted steps. "Excuse the idiot he doesn't know manners." I told the driver who looked about in his late fifties with gray hair.

"Oh, I don't mind," he chuckled. "I know young master Atobe has a lot on his mind." He stated, nodding his head. "Well I must be off," he announced bowing his head at me before walking back over to the driver's door.

"Oi devil what's taking you so long!" Keigo shouted from the top of the steps.

"I'm coming chill!"

Five minutes of walking, we finally came into sight of cheering fans.

"You're late," spoke a voice in which I knew very well.

"I'm never late, your just early," Keigo stated as he turned his full attention onto the group of guys, one imparticular; Yushi Oshitari. It was kind of creepy. The guy looked the same as he did three years ago. The only things that change about him was his hair; it grew a bit longer and he grew a few inches taller.

Actually, looking at the group basically all them looked the same, just a bit older.

It makes only wonder if they sold their soul to the devil...

"Who's the girl?" Hyotei's famous acrobatic player, Gakuto Mukahi, asked giving me a glance over as he popped a piece of bubble gum into his mouth.

"Yeah, I was just about to ask the same thing..." Ryo Shishido reveled.

"What? You can't tell who she is?" Atobe questioned, amused by his teammates idiocy. They shook their head. "This is rich!" he laughed.

"Stop your laughing, idiot." I hissed shooting a glare at the heir before turning my attention back onto the group of boys. "It's ok if you don't remember me," I told them as I brushed back a lose strand of hair from my pale colored face. "After all it has been three years since the last time we met." I added smirking. Hopefully that bit would jog their memory.

"That nickname..." Oshitari started, as shocked as the rest of the team.

"Three years, that means your..." Shishido muttered as he glanced me over.

"Jamie Anderson? Yes." I laughed as took in their shock expressions.

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in England?" Oshitari questioned raising a brow.

"My father sent me on a mission to clean up one of his messes." I reveled to them. "So I'll be in Japan for a while." I sighed tiredly.

"Well this sure is interesting," Gakuto laughed, popping his bubble gum.

"When did you arrive?" Shishido asked as we headed down to court.

"Yesterday morning." I answered. "The Atobe's are letting me stay at their mansion for the timing until my new home is all ready for me to live in." I explained, plopping down on the team's bleacher.

"Well I guess that explains why you weren't in class yesterday," Oshitari chuckled glancing over at their captain.

"Yes, my father asked me to pick this little devil up from the airport." he answered brushing his lean fingers through his hair.

"You didn't have to pick me up you know! I could have arrived at your house on my own." I stated crossing my arms childishly.

"Yes; and get lost along the way! I think not!" he huffed annoyed.

"You're such an asshole." I snapped glaring up at him.

"Someone's cranky!" laughed Gakuto loudly, drawing attention onto our group.

"I have jet leg what do you expect?" I questioned, raising a brow.

"Why are you even here then?"

"Why don't you ask your captain that?" I snorted bearing my teeth.

"Wow Atobe, what'd you do to piss her off?"

"Oh leave her be," Atobe ordered waving his hand. "We need to focus on what's at hand." he declared. "Right, Kabaji!"

"Yeah."

"Well I would hope so, since your opponents just arrived." I pointed out literally. As I turned my attention onto a group of guys dressed in black jersey with the words Fudomine High School tennis club spread across the back of their jackets. "Hey which one of them is the captain?" I questioned scanning the group.

"He's the one with the short black hair; he usually has his arms crossed over another." Chotaro answered, pointing towards the direction of their opponent's captain. Just as he had describe; their sat a guy around 5'7, with short black hair holding a scowl on his face and had his arms folded over another.

"I hope he plays," I stated with a smirk. "I haven't seen a national rank player play for a while." I muttered bring my attention back onto the group beside me.

"Will the players of Hyotei High and Fudomine High please assemble onto the court?" the referee announced.

"Let the show begin!" Keigo snapping his fingers, "Let the show begin!" he shouted again, and just like that the whole crowd went wild.

"Hyotei, Hyotei, Hyotei, Hyotei!" the crowd cheered.

"Good luck guys," I wished them with a bright smile as they made their way onto the court. "Jeez that guy sure knows how to get the crowd cheering..."

I laughed rolling my eyes. God it was going to be a long day.

..:::.

"I heard Fudomine is playing Hyotei today." a male's voice announced

"That sounds interesting, eh?" another chuckled.

"Maybe we should go check it out while we're here?" someone suggested

"Good idea, this way I can collect data on both teams."

"Eh, senpai is acting all scary again!" a younger voice cried out

"Nah he's always like this, nya."

"That's not very nice Eiji."

"But, Oishi you know it's true, nya!" Eiji whined, grabbing a hold to his doubles partner.

"But still!" Oishi sighed annoyed by his best friend's actions.

"Stop bickering you two." Came from their captain

"Yes captain Tezuka!" They called out.

"Hey look; it's Rikkia!" Another pointed out.

"What?"

"Ssh. Your too loud. Ssh..."

"What did you say viper?"

"You heard me, ssh..."

"You want a fight?"

"Ssh. Bring it, ssh!"

"Cut it out you two or thirty laps around the park!"

"Hai, captain."

"I wonder why Rikkai is here." A soft gentle voice questioned

"Maybe for the same reason we are?" Inui suggest pushing his glasses up.

"I guess we'll just have to find out..." Fuji chuckled

"Eh where did Echizen go to?"Momo asked looking around for their freshman player.

"Maybe he went to get a soda." Oishi spoke.

"Yea you're probably right Oishi- senpai" Momo agreed remembering that their Kohai always had a habit of wondering off.

..:::..Meanwhile..:::..

"Is there something wrong Jay-chan" Jiro asked with concern.

"Nah I'm fine," I answered with a weak smile. "I just have a bad feeling is all." I told him as I watched the match between Fudomine verses Hyotei play out before me.

"What sort of bad feeling?" he questioned curiously as he broke into a yawn.

"Like someone is watching me kind of bad feeling." I stated dryly.

"Maybe it's your jet lag?"

"Yeah, maybe you're right..." I agreed nodding. He could be right. I was overly tired and when a person doesn't get an enough sleep they get edgy. Maybe I was just Edgy?

Little did I know, I was being watched, by someone with sharp eyes

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