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Drawn Together

It was the first day of the semester, and the blonde was already running late. This was nothing new for her, but some how it was still frustrating. She cursed as she pulled a t-shirt on, and slid into her flip-flops simultaneously. There was no time for breakfast, or to even try to tame her wild hair. "It'll have to do…" The blonde sighed as she glanced her to bedroom mirror, and throw the strap of her bag over her shoulder.

The hallway clock chimed, and she cursed loudly. The blonde should have already been in her seat, let alone just leaving her apartment. She closed the door loudly, taking her frustrations out on it, instead of someone else.

"God Ten'ou! Shouldn't you already be in class?" A red head leaned in her doorway looking at the blonde.

The blonde stopped fiddling with her lock to look across the hall to her neighbor. "You know I should be Amaya… I…" The blonde sighed and finally got her door locked, "I just can't be on time to anything."

Amaya smiled at her neighbor, "No worries, Haruka. We still love you. Now! Get going! I'll be here when class gets out. Come over and let me know how it goes."

Haruka nodded, and waved goodbye to her friend and she tore down the stairs to her car in the parking lot. She was happy she'd put her supplies in her car the night before. "At least I'm not forgetting anything…" Haruka thought out loud as she slipped her sun glasses on and her car roared to life.

Not long later, Haruka parked her car and made a light jog towards the building she was going to be contained in for the next few hours. She riffled through her pocket, as she ran, for her schedule. "Room 172... That should be…." The blonde's eye scanned the hallway, "Down there…" And she took off in that direction. She found her class in no time, yanked the door open, and tumbled in.

Everyone in the class stopped and looked at her. Someone giggled at the tomboy with wild hair. The teacher tried not to smirk as he said, "Can I help you…." He paused and took the blonde in for a second, unsure of how to address her. He went on a limb and added, "…Miss…?"

Haruka straightened herself up right, and noticed a girl across the class room scowling at her. "What's her God Damn problem….?" The blonde muttered under her breath, and looked at the teacher, "Ten'ou Haruka…. I'm, uh… in your class…" She flashed him her famous smile, hoping it would smooth over the fact that she was late, and disturbed his class.

The teacher breathed a sign of relief. "Ah, yes… Miss Ten'ou. We were just going around the room introducing ourselves. Why don't you go next?" He knew he was putting her on the spot, and watched as her grin faded away. "Just your name, year and why you are taking the class."

"Alright…" The blonde ran a hand through her hair, "Ten'ou Haruka. Third Year. And…" She paused for a second and wondered if she should tell the real reason she had to take this class or make up a lie. She glanced at her teacher, and saw his cocky smile. She felt her eyes narrow… the truth it is, "And I have no interest in drawing. I just need it to graduate." Most of the class snickered and elbowed their neighbors.

"Ten'ou's got balls…" The blonde hid her smirk when she over heard one of her classmates.

The teacher cleared his throat, "There's an empty stool next to Miss Kaioh."

Haruka nodded, proud with herself and looked around for the empty stool. Her eyes fell on the girl that was glaring at her earlier. This time the girl's eyes were on fire, and she looked like she could spit acid. "Oh no…." Was all that could escape the blonde's lips when she saw the empty stool next to the glaring girl.

Begrudgingly, Haruka moved to the other side of the room. She laid her drawing pad on the table she now shared with teal haired girl. Haruka slumped onto her stool, and was happy to find that the window was in perfect view of her seat. The class continued with introductions, but she had no interested in these people. Besides, she was sure at break they would surround her table. The boys wanting to clap her on the back, and the girls to lust after her. She was use to this.

"Kaioh Michiru." Haruka was startled by the soft voice next to her. And despite herself she turned to look at the girl. "Third year, and I need this class as a requirement for my degree."

Haruka was fully turned and looking at the girl next to her now. She had shoulder length, wavy hair that looked very soft. Her blue eyes were deep and full of passion. She was very beautiful, and Haruka could feel butterflies in her stomach the longer she looked at this girl. Michiru's lips were full, and Haruka wondered what they'd feel like against her own. Haruka's eyes traced down Michiru's neck over her collar bone, and followed the V in the neck of the shirt…

"Miss Ten'ou… right…?" Haruka's head snapped up to meet Michiru's eyes. Again Haruka felt the butterflies in her stomach.

"Umm… yeah. Well, Haruka." The blonde swallowed hard, and all of a sudden her mouth felt very dry.

Michiru's lips pursed, "Haruka then." Her eyes narrowed, "I'm not the subject you should be studying."

Haruka's eyes bulged a little. "Crap… I got caught…" Ran through her mind, and she quickly looked away from the girl next to her. The butterflies in her stomach turned into rocks, and she felt a little sick all of a sudden. "So…sorry Michiru… I didn't mean…"

Michiru cut her off by raising her hand a little, "It's Miss Kaioh to you." She picked up her pencil and began sketching whatever the assignment the teacher had laid out for them.

Haruka gawked at the girl. She'd never had anyone talk to her like that before, and she was pretty sure she hated Michiru. Even if she was gorgeous. It was then that she realized, she'd missed what they were suppose to be drawing. "It's official… I hate her…" Haruka thought to herself as she glanced up to the teacher. Who gestured to the flower pots on the center table.

"Draw a flower pot in space, not space with a flower pot." The teacher said, and Haruka looked at him blankly. As she glanced around at her classmates, she realized she was the only one that had no idea what he was talking about. "And I should add, these will me your seats for the rest of the class. No exceptions."

Haruka let out a groan. This just wasn't her day. She side glanced to Michiru, wondering how the teal haired girl felt about the arrangement. Haruka had a private smile when she notice Michiru tense and pressed down so hard on her paper that her lead snapped. "At least, " Haruka thought to herself, "I can have a little fun irritating this girl…"

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