I am supposed to be doing my homework but once again, I am publishing a lame story of mine. This isn't one of my best works. I tried editing this again and again. I wish this was longer. My writing skills aren't good. If there are any spelling errors, please tell me.

I own all the characters. DO NOT STEAL THEM. Do not take any photo I use here. I OWN THE PICTURES.

I worked hard to edit the photos. I don't want them used. If you want to know where I got them, just ask.


I ran and ran until I got the roof. I sank down to the ground and sobbed.

HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME? I thought we were friends. I guess I'm back to being the social outcast. Why did this have to happen to me?! Am I just the unluckiest girl in the world?

Just then I heard a groan.

I whipped my head to the noise.

There was a boy sleeping on the floor. I did not even notice him.

He groaned again and sat up.

"What's with all the noise?"

He complained groggily.

I blushed at him. He is pretty cute.

He had dark blue hair with bright blue tips. He had pink eyes and wore the school uniform, grey slacks with a white polo shirt, grey sweater, black jacket, and a blue tie.

How unusual. A blue tie instead of a black one. Well, I wore a tie instead of a ribbon. That was unusual too.

"You okay?"

He asked with concern written all over his face.

I immediately nodded. But then realized that was a stupid action. There is obviously something wrong with me. I'm crying and I'm on the roof during class. I then shook my head.

"Wanna tell me how you got soaked and why you're here?"

He asked.

I nodded as I shakily got up and sat next to him, sniffling and my vision being blurred by my tears.

"I-I was g-going to class when my f-friends stopped me. T-they told me they saw s-something b-by the stairs. I-I looked but nothing was there. T-Then t-they pushed me and p-poured water on me. E-everyone saw and laughed. It was the most humiliating situation ever."

I started sobbing again. My so-called 'friends' said some pretty cruel things to me. I don't want to remember that again.

His eyes softened as they looked at me with sympathy. Then he gently grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"Come on."

He pulled me up from the ground and dragged me somewhere.

We walked through the hallways of our high school. I followed him without complaint, but sniffling and crying on the way. I used the hand, that he wasn't holding, to wipe away my tears.

Eventually, we stopped. Without looking ahead, I collided with his back. I rubbed my forehead and looked up at him. He was turning the dial of the lock that's connected to his locker. He got his locker open and handed me something.

It was the boy's uniform. A pure white polo shirt, grey slacks, black belt, black tie, white socks, and black dress shoes.

Wow, he's prepared.

He walked me to the girl's bathroom and waited for me while I changed.

I took off my uniform and put on the one he gave me. The belt was on the last hole and still was a bit loose. The tucked shirt looked a little weird and I could not fit into the shoes so I wore my wet ones.

It looked a little weird for me to wear a boy uniform, but I'm okay with it since I have done this before. The clothes were a bit big on me but I managed. The shirt clung to me since my bra was still wet. I blushed at this embarrassing predicament.

I slowly walked out the girl's bathroom.

"Ummm... I can't go around school like this..."

I told him while blushing harder.

He sighed and took off his jacket. He threw that at me. Then he pulled off his sweater and also threw that at me.

I put on his grey sweater and black jacket. It was pretty warm and a bit big. I caught a whiff of his clothes and it was pretty pleasant. It smelled like hair gel, apples, and a hint of cologne. I really like this scent of his. I blushed at how crazy I sounded.

"What's your name?"

I ask him.

Wow, nice going. The first thing you blurt out isn't 'thank you' but 'what's your name.'

"I'm Brett Thunders. What about you?"

He asked me.

"I'm Megumi Sakura but please call me Meg."

I told him as I gently smiled at him.

Maybe I saw his cheeks redden at me? I have no idea.

To Be Continued...