A/N: Hello! This chapter is a bit short, but...well, please review
Disclaimer: I do not own POT.
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Second-Year...
Aikawa Shia sighed as she leaned her head further into the palm of her hand. Her shoulders slumped forward, ash blonde hair spilling over the desk. Fighting back a yawn, she stared at the wooden desk beneath her arms.
"Aikawa." Atobe snapped.
Shia's head sprang up, her posture straightening. Her eyes lost its clouded look, and her face gained a sharp outlook.
"Hai?"
"If you wish, you may go home. Otherwise, finish up your work," the captain strictly reprimanded.
The girl's eyes widened. She hastily shook her head, shaking her hands rapidly.
"Iie! I'm fine! I'll stay here with you, President!"
Atobe raised an eyebrow.
He went back to his papers, letting out a 'hmph' once a while.
'Baka! I have to stay here until he finishes. Have to!'
Shia stared at his face for a moment, before realizing what she was doing, and broke out into a vivid blush.
Hurriedly looking down at her own papers with renewed fervor, Shia unconsciously let out another sigh as recollections of the past year came flooding back.
"Shia-chaan! Mou," a droopy eyed girl complained tugging on Shia's arm. "You told me that you'd help me with my new routine!"
Shia's grey eyes widened, and the girl tore her eyes away from the figure that stood in the middle of the courts, smirking at the squealing fans.
"Ah, gomen ne!"
"Che. I didn't know that when girls got crushes they forgot about their best friends," the other scoffed in mock annoyance.
"Chiako-chan! I don't have a crush on him!"
"Which is why you've been staring at him for the past half hour. And I'm warning you-he's one rotten apple. Its best if you stay away from that pompous jerk."
"Eh? But-"
"No buts! Shia, we're talking about Atobe Keigo, for Pete's sake! Besides, he's got hoardes of fangirls at his heels! What in the world would make him choose you over them?"
Shia's eyes slowly dropped to the floor, and Chiako nearly gasped in recognition of what she had said.
She hugged Shia tightly, sombering up.
"Oh, Shia-chan! You know what I mean!"
"But Chiako-chan, I know that you're right, and-"
Chiako sighed.
"Fine. Shia-chan. You're pretty. You're on the honor roll. You're a fucking ballerina for fuck's sake. You know what? If he doesn't come over to you, he's not going anywhere! Be damned!"
Shia had brightened up considerably after that, even though she knew that Chiako was over-complimenting her. In an effort to become closer to him, she'd pored over thousands of tennis books, watched every single one of his taped watches, and became vice president in the student council. She followed his heels everywhere, carrying his stuff, reminding him of his schedules as student body president, ran all sorts of errands. All for him, Atobe Keigo.
Yet, she wasn't being noticed.
He noticed the nerds more than her for Heaven's sake!
Actually, despite her apparent beauty, no guy ever paid attention to her. Ever!
What was a girl to do?!
And Chiako wouldn't let her be with those other girls at the front line, all ready for battle just so that Atobe-sama could eat her hand-made bento.
She said that it was unbecoming, and those little fakers could put their families' companies to shame, but they wouldn't!Nope.
Shia let out another sigh.
Atobe's brows furrowed together in annoyance, and he set his papers down from his hands back down on the table. He looked straight at Shia, letting out a huff.
"Aikawa!"
"Hai!"
Shia straightened up again, and Atobe inwardly rolled his eyes.
"If you don't like being here, than go home already!"
Shia's eyes dilated, and she fumbled around with her fingers.
"Um...well, its not that-"
"Aikawa, this is a direct order from the president. Go. Home. Ore-sama does not like hearing petty sighs all the time."
Shia frowned.
"Fine!" she shrieked in frustration, grabbing her bag and thundering out as quickly as humanly possible.
Rolling his eyes, Atobe shook his head.
'What. The hell.'
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Mitome Chiako was a rude, ballistic, spunky girl. She knew how to cuss with the best of them, despite Shia's pleads. She knew how to beat boys to dust when they made Shia cry, how to rock it out on her guitar, and how to do her hair in that punk style that was actually more difficult than it looked.
She was proud.
She was clever.
She had an answer for everything.
But she didn't know what to do when her frail best friend, Shia, came bursting into her room (how she got past the maids and guards in her current state was a mystery) bawling her heart out.
"What's wrong?!"
A sniffle was the response.
"Its that tennis brat, huh!"
"Chiako-cha...waahhh! He...I...help...go...home..." Shia cried some more.
The lavender-haired girl narrowed her eyes, growing angrier by the moment.
"Yosh!" she declared, standing up.
Wiping away the last of her tears, Shia looked up, eye full of confusion.
"What?"
"This is the last time that idiot's making you cry! I'm going to teach him a lesson he'll never forget! He's still in the building, right?
Chiako pushed up her sleeve, making a fist with her hand. She took off her black glass bracelet, dropping it on the red carpet below.
Shia's eyes widened.
She grabbed Chiako's arm, eyes downcast.
"No...don't."
She looked up and forced a smile on her face.
"It...its okay. Its not as if he even knew who I was. Its not a problem."
With a huff, Chiako sat back down.
"Fine. But Shia. Either I beat him down or you give up on him. I can't stand this anymo-"
"I know. I've decided to give up on him. Its okay-really!"
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Third-Year...
"Shiaaa!"
Chiako burst into the dance room, messy hair flying. In her hands she held a roll of paper.
"Nani?"
Shia looked up from tying up the laces on her shoes.
"Congrats! You were picked to be the leader of the performance group for the school festival!"
Shia's eyes widened.
"Me?!"
Chiako furiously nodded.
"How come I wasn't informed?!"
"The truth is, the drama group was in denial after their club manager left, and so it was a last minute decision. But that's okay, right?"
Shia raised an eyebrow.
"Well, in any case, hurry up! The meeting for the leaders is due in ten minutes!"
"Other...leaders?"
"Baka!"
Chiako slapped Shia's head with the roll of paper in her hand, and Shia flinched..
"I'm the leader of the music department, and there's one for food, decorations, games-stuff like that. Now hurry!"
"A-Aa!"
Shia scrambled around to change out of her practice uniform, sprinting into the locker rooms.
As she finished patting down her blue sweater when she came out, Chiako grabbed her hand, and fled the room before Shia could protest.
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"Sorry we're late!" Chiako shouted as she sat Shia down on an empty seat after seating herself down. All the others were already waiting, taking a sip of water or staring at their nails.
Shia blushed when she found herself being stared at by the other people in the room.
"Gomen nasai!"
A 'hmph' was heard.
Shia looked up and found herself staring at annoyed greyish eyes.
"Why don't we get started then? Ore-sama is tired of waiting."