This was a project I worked on in the Spring semester of my Junior year of college for an advanced fiction writing class. I got my inspiration from the School Days anime and I wanted to share with everyone. Its a little short (four chapters) however, everyone in my class enjoyed it, my teacher (who is a published author) enjoyed it so I'm really hoping everyone here will enjoy it and appreciate the School Days themes present within (something that no one in class ever picked up on XD)

Without further adieu please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own School Days blah blah blah

"We take the same train to school each day. I gaze at her from the corner of my eye each day, she's always in the company of other girls laughing and talking so carefree. Just from how she acts I can tell that she is a friendly and out going person. I also notice that she enjoys reading on some days, I've seen her reading a book as the train stopped at the station. This is just a minute discovery in the grand scheme of things, yet with each passing day she becomes more beautiful. Her long auburn hair wrapped gently around her face as she read. We've been attending the same college for the past two years and now we're in the beginning of our third year. I learned that her name is Emily because that's what her friends call her, how I wish she was mine."

September

It was the first day of class and I was already late. Taking Principles of Molecular Biology at nine o'clock in the morning was not one of my smartest choices. I walked in late and tried to steal a chair in the back hoping to shrink away into obscurity. Dr. Fredgold taught this course and he was known to be a bastard, by sitting in the back I hoped to evade his gaze when he searched for someone to crucify.

"Evan Richards?"

"Damn it, of course he starts role call just as I arrive even though I'm a good five minutes late." I thought to myself raising my hand and turning around to look at the short and inescapably plump professor.

"Sit right here." He said motioning towards the middle seat in the first row of the stadium seated classroom, I cursed to myself and immediately hated this man more than anything else.

Sitting in the seat to my left was a guy I had in an economics classes; he was a real brown-noser and to my right sat a really pretty, yet shy girl I knew my first year from the writing club. She was the kind of girl who could be really pretty if she tried. She had wispy blonde hair that always danced around and refused to be caught in the red hair tie she used every day. I could go on for hours about how deathly dull this class was, but let's just say it ended with a two thousand word essay due that upcoming Friday.

The rest of my day was not much better. I looked forward to the train ride back home where I could casually and discreetly admire Emily, much to my dismay she never got on the train, she could have stayed late for a club meeting or something. Extra curricular activities weren't really my thing; I'd rather go home and play a computer game.

The next morning there she was as pretty as ever. When the morning sun hit her auburn hair just right I could see the natural blonde highlights.

On the second day of class I trudged up to the science center and took my usual seat next to brown-noser Billy, but the pretty blonde girl wasn't in the other seat. Dr. Fredgold came in and prepared his two hour PowerPoint presentation as someone sat down next to me. I thought it was the pretty blonde girl, but when I peered over I was shocked to see it was Emily.

"Mind if I sit here for the rest of the semester? I couldn't really see from back there," she motioned towards where the blonde girl had moved, "so I asked Susan to change with me." She looked at me as I just sat there and nodded stupidly, after a few awkward seconds she took her place next to me.

Ten minutes into the lecture she scribbled something on her note pad and pushed it in front of me.

"Hi."

I scribbled a similar response, but with a smiley face, she giggled a little. Emily wrote down some more words and passed the pad in my direction while looking forward pretending that she was paying attention.

"Don't we ride the same train together?"

I nodded instead of giving a written response.

"I thought so; my name is Emily, what's yours?"

"Evan."

This system of note writing carried on for the first week and a half of the semester, in retrospect it was not a good idea because I focused too much on talking to Emily than paying attention during the review for the first test of the semester. I wasn't too shocked when I got my test back on Wednesday, I was annoyed, not because of the great big "F" written on the front, but because of what happened as I was leaving class.

Dr. Fredgold asked if I could hang around after class for a few minutes, he assured me nothing was wrong.

"Nothing wrong my ass. No teacher in the world tells a student to see them after class to tell them what a great student they are." I thought bitterly.

Dr. Fredgold thought I was going to fail the course for the semester, and he asked one of the biology teacher assistants to tutor me.

Emily caught me as I was leaving the science building.

"Hey Evan wait up!" Emily shouted behind me.

"Dr. Fredgold asked me to tutor you for the next exam, what's a good day for you?"

I thought for a moment. I was shocked and excited when Emily said that she was going to tutor me. I just gawked at her stupidly before stuttering something unintelligible.

"How about Saturday afternoons?" Emily asked before I was able to say anything coherent.

I nodded my head enthusiastically.

"Great. See you Saturday at two." She said before rejoining up with her group of friends.

Saturday came fast. I had given Emily directions from the train station to my apartment and also cell number incase she had problems finding the place. I was pretty excited, aside from Emily being beautiful I didn't know much about her so rather than seeing this as a study session I saw it more as an opportunity to get to know her better.

Sure enough the doorbell rang five after two. I answered the door and showed Emily inside. My apartment isn't anything grand, it was a standard single bedroom apartment complete with a spacious sitting room, bathroom and kitchen, oh and with a killer view of the bay. Emily looked somewhat impressed.

"Were you expecting a crumbling piece of shit?" I joked closing the door and taking note of her awe.

"Not exactly, this is pretty nice for a college guy." Emily said placing her jacket carefully onto the black leather couch as if it was made of glass, yet oddly enough she dropped her purse on the glass coffee table.

"How can you afford this?" She eventually asked.

"Parents pay for the apartment and for school, but I have to come up with my own spending money. It's a decent arrangement –anyways, biology right?" I asked taking a seat on the couch; Emily remained on charcoal colored carpet and took out her notebook and biology book.

From these study sessions I not only learned biology, but I learned that we had a few things in common. I mentioned to her that I played the guitar and she forced me to play her a tune, it didn't sound right, but she seemed to have enjoyed my pitiful attempt at the song "You and Me." She also mentioned that she used to play tennis so I loaded up Wii sports tennis so we could play. I was impressed at how good she was. These sessions continued until the midterm exam in the first week of October.

"Do you think you're ready for the test on Monday?" Emily asked stuffing her book and notebook into her messenger bag.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I muttered. I felt some what confident, not with the test, but with what I was about to do next.

"Well then I'll see you Monday, we can review on the tr--" before Emily had been able to say train I kissed her. It had taken her aback and she was blushing profusely. She ran out the door afterwards, I thought I saw her smiling, but I wasn't sure. I didn't see her on the train on Monday, I was certain I blew it with her. She came to class five minutes late and sat down next to me, she gave me a smile as she handed me the test, and she never mentioned the kiss.