High School Crushes are for Wimps

Fastening her bag around her right shoulder once again, a dark haired girl trudged up the steps leading inside to the corridor of her high school. She calmly moved down the corridor narrowly missing other running students, a scowl crossing her face as one of the other students bumped into her petite frame. Her narrowed look seemed to make the younger student cower slightly and he backed away and quickly walked off in another direction.

She made her way deftly to her locker and smacked her fist into the metal, which jarred the bent locker open. She didn't care for the chit chatter that occurred around her as female students hugged there friends having not seen them in ages. All that mattered to her was the fact that she had one more school year left and then she could get out of this city and far away from her fellow students that annoyed her to no end. Her head lifted up when she heard the bell indicating the beginning of the new school year had begun. She sighed and slammed her locker shut and made her way down the corridor and towards the stairs. Her classroom was always upstairs but that was one thing she didn't mind. Her eyes noticed a grade 10 student at the top the stairs picking up scattered papers and books. She had obviously been knocked over and the hold she would have had on her books had been lost. Blue eyes narrowed as other students walked passed the girl, completely ignoring the fact that she needed some help or else she would be in big trouble by her teacher. Her polished black shoes stopped next to a piece of paper and she bent down picking it up and a few others nearby and handed them wordlessly back to the 10th grader.

"A-Arigatoo…" She voiced softly but watched as the unknown senior walked on not even acknowledging her word of thanks.

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The grade 11 student sighed as she stood outside her classroom door. She took a deep breath, slid it across and stepped into the room with great ease. She made her way to her usual sitting position, up the back in the corner and next to the windows. Her fellow students chattered happily, girls giggling insanely as they glanced there innocent eyes over at the boys group…two of them were having an arm wrestle with a few of their mates betting on who would win this round. As soon as the teacher walked in, students scattered to their respected seats and sat silently waiting for the role to be called.

"Ah, I see that I still have so many familiar faces which means you all passed your exams from last year which is wonderful to see." The teacher continued on about how wonderful it was that he'd have so many familiar faces in his classroom once again. The lone girl propped her head in her arms and gazed out the window and down at the basketball court where leaves swirled around from the morning breeze. Every morning always started like this with her wacko teacher. He'd go on some huge spill, which had absolutely nothing to do with education, and lasted for about ten minutes…twenty tops. At least this was the one time she was never alone in that fact she just felt like falling asleep as he drawled on with his speech. All the male students in her class sat back in their chairs, some resting their heads on their desks and closed their eyes as they were temporarily placed in a semi asleep phase thanks to their teacher's voice. The girls on the other hand did no such thing; they all seemed to have developed a crush for the redhead.

"Makimachi Misao?" The lone girl stood up having been knocked out of her silent thoughts by her teacher's voice growing powerful to grab her attention.

"Hai?" She answered in a dry voice, her blue eyes moving to violet ones that belonged to her sensei. She blinked numerous times noticing a new student stood to his side, one hand in his school uniform trouser pocket while the other held a strap of his navy blue backpack.

"I'm glad to see you finally joined us this morning." Her sensei spoke and some of the girls snickered lightly at that. The expressionless look that was plastered on Misao's face remained and she watched her teacher sigh lightly while he placed out his hand and introduced the new student to her since she didn't hear him the first time.

"You have a new classmate Makimachi. His name is Shinomori Aoshi and I have volunteered your services to show him to administration and to help him locate his locker since you decided not to participate in listening to a word I have spoken this morning." Her teacher spoke again and all eyes watched Misao as she left her desk, not bothering to tuck in her chair and wordlessly headed out of the classroom with the 'newcomer' following her silently.

"Ne Himura-sensei he looks too old to be in our grade." One girl spoke as she raised her hand in doing so. Numerous other students agreed as well, but the newcomer wasn't phased and instead slid the door closed silently behind him.

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Misao walked down the corridor of the ground floor, the quiet newcomer walked beside her as he followed her lead. She had eyed him a couple of times, only watching as he gazed his hidden eyes elsewhere. She had been waiting for the chit chatter to come, the introductions, the 'lets be friends' remark like so many other students she had shown to the administration office, but it never came. It was her sensei's entire fault for sure. He seemed determined as hell to see her make one friend before she left high school. Misao stopped at the closed door; a sign indicating 'administration' was pretty evident that they were in the right place.

"I can do this myself, I don't need your guidance any longer." Aoshi spoke, his eyes never moving to Misao's as he opened the door to head inside. All Misao did in reply was shrug her shoulders and turn to leave.

Surprisingly enough she never did head back to class and instead sat down on a bench just across from the administration office, one ankle crossed over the other. Who was she to complain about getting out of homeroom anyway? Misao began to bite her nails in sheer boredom as she waited…and waited.

"Come on!" She voiced aloud in irritation and glanced her eyes up when she heard the door creak open. She stood up, her arms crossed over her chest as she waited for this 'Shinomori Aoshi' to emerge.

"We normally don't take mature aged students into our classrooms, but in your case we have made an exception. Be sure to take extra tutoring if needs be, it has been two years after all." A woman dressed in a grey skirt, white blouse and a matching grey jacket spoke. Misao arched an eyebrow catching what she spoke but didn't know what she meant, nor was it any of her business to begin with so she demonised all thoughts.

"Arigatoo…" Misao heard her new classmate mutter as he bowed to the principal and waited for her to close the door before standing upright.

"I said I didn't need your help." Aoshi voiced even though he was still facing the closed door, but finally looked over his shoulder at Misao. She in turn had shrugged her shoulders once more, turned to her right facing down the corridor and voiced her reply and began walking off.

"Do I look like I give a crap? I get out of homeroom…oh and your locker is this way." Aoshi walked a metre or two behind Misao, his eyes hidden by his long bangs but in a flicker of movement they held silent curiousness for the schoolgirl in front of him. She was extremely cold…probably scaring more than half the school population away because of her icy exterior. This got Aoshi intrigued as to why the hell she was the way she was. He finally stopped when she did, still a metre or two behind her and watched as she pointed to a vacant locker.

"I'm sure you can remember the way back to classroom." Misao spoke again and walked off, her shoes making no clanking sounds like the other students created when they walked down the hallway. She had a long braid that swung behind her as she walked in confident, but silent strides.

Aoshi watched as she stopped when a clumsy 10th grader tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground with a loud thud. His amazement grew as Misao stopped to help the girl pick up her papers and then she stood up ignoring the thanks she received and turned the corner heading back upstairs. Aoshi shook his head when he heard the bell go and placed his books in his locker and only carried the ones he needed for the first three lessons of he day. He hurried towards the stairs, as tardiness on your first day back at your old school was probably not a good thing.

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To be continued…

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Authors Notes: Minna-san I started yet another freaking story! Damn this brain of mine! Oh well…I thought this up just about an hour ago…so I thought what the hell and began typing away.

So far only three characters have been mentioned from the series:

Makimachi Misao - Icy schoolgirl

Shinomori Aoshi - Newcomer mature aged student

Himura Kenshin - Their concerned sensei.

Oh, the girl that keeps falling over and always in the vicinity of Misao is actually going to be Tsubame. Oh does anyone know what her last name is? Is it even mentioned in the series?

One last question to: Is it sempai for a senior student? Since Misao is in a grade higher then Tsubame would she get to be called Misao-sempai or Makimachi-sempai? Or does that not apply to girls?

*Scratches her head in confusion*

Anywho I'm sure the others might make appearances…but I'm not sure yet…Ja ne!