okay so as an authors note obviously junjou romantica does not belong to me, this is my first story uploaded anywhere ever so i apologize for any mistakes please once you are done reading could you leave a review? i dont care what it is as long as i know people actually read this thing. enjoy.
Marcus
It was the first day of their last and final year of high school. Everyone was looking, waiting, or, like me , finding a quiet place to read. They were looking for that stupid
group of preppies that made all the girls swoon and made the guys burn with envy.
The in crowd. the jocks. call em what you will it s all the same to me. As our new school year was approaching and everyone was drooling over them, I scurried away
to get my stuff find my classes, ditch my stuff then have enough time to check out the library. so far the day has been successful.
If their was one person I would say i hated least in the jocks, it would be Nickolas-i refuse to call him Nick- He is very(VERY) tall, has thick,straight,yet messy, black hair
and deep blue eyes that pull you in. but what I find the most interesting is is expression, stoic and uncaring,blank, his features meld into his expression and it makes
you want to reach out to him, that's how he became the leader of that stupid group, he doesn t do anything, they just follow him around like puppies to a guy with a
steak. Never, not even once, have I talked to him, and honestly, I don t want too.
Hey, bookworm you ready for another year fun? SHIT, that stupid f-ing meathead again.
Go away I muttered quietly from the seat i had taken in the hall so I could keep dibs on the clock. (I m not much of a talker to stupid people i don t like).
RESPECT YOUR ELDERS RUNT! the roar was echoed with a kick to the stomach which made me emit a very loud OOF sound. damn I think something may have snapped
from that kick, and there was now a large mud-print on my new shirt. The pain hit a second later and i let a whimper like groan leave me as i doubled over before I
took off like a rocket to the bathroom and promptly up-chucked.
NIKKI
I overhear Ed laugh triumphantly say how he must have literally kicked the shit outta him I continued on my way to find my locker, then my classroom, sat down and
waited for class to begin. It was 20 minutes into the class when the door opened and a short boy with curly dark brown hair stepped up to the teachers desk, without
a second the teacher started barking at the boy for being late while he calmly, if not strained, explained he had to get his sweatshirt because he was stomped on and
got his new shirt dirty.
While he was explaining this i noticed his pressed hard near his rib cage, and that his face was slightly contorted in pain as he took a detention slip and walked to his
seat, which held his supplies already. His desk was right next to mine so his deep emerald eyes blazed into mine for a moment, that moment was all it took. For the
first time an emotion stronger than any other came from me directed towards him and I immediately placed it, I m in love.
Marcus
SHIIIIIT . I never DID handle pain well. ow. ow. ow. ow. and I swear I'm going to say something i regret to the teacher if she doesn t stop rubbing the fact i was late to
class on the first day of school in my first class, because that NEVER happens, ESPECIALLY not people who had to go to the nurse to get pain pills for broken ribs, of
course not.
slowly, as to not upset my aching ribs, I sat in the increasingly uncomfortable school-grade chair. An awkward feeling went through me as if something was boring into
my skull , I gave a quick glance at the teacher and once she had her back turned I whipped around to find none other than king of the popular freaks, Nickolas , even
after I turned around he continued to stare at me like I was a solar eclipse. whatever, I don t even care anymore.
Nikki
As I was staring at the person who unknowingly took my heart (wow I m actually thinking this?), he suddenly spun around and looked me into my eyes. His eyes are
my favorite color, a deep emerald green that seems to scream at people, with an odd focus that says whatever you want from me , make it quick cuz I m busy! I could
definitely see him saying that to people he didn t like. As I thought this I couldn t help the smile that crawled on my face, he didn t see it though because he already
turned around to take notes, just as the teacher turned to face the class. Good instincts, there s another thing to love about him. This list is getting long.
Marcus
Things went on as usual that day, until lunch, Being a big reader I was given permission by the librarian to just come in and eat there. But alas, even the precious
library can t save me from the idiotic, barbaric, and- in my opinion- ugly jocks who seem to find the greatest pleasure in tormenting me. . .okay, ew, never mind.
So, per usual they cornered me and that ass Edward s foot yet again flew and crushed my chest, almost immediately the pain hit me like a bus on steroids (don t ask)
and I crumpled to the ground as a scream so powerful it didn't make a sound. The other guy yanked my head back with a snicker.
The runt can t even take a hit! What a wimp! My arms naturally lifted to cradle the, now definitely broken, rib area while whimpering in pain. Out of the corner of my
eye i saw Edward swing his leg back for another blow to the ribs, my horrified brain worked out the possibilities of me dying from this attack when a bellowing voice
made everyone stop and stare.
Knock it off! A very angry looking Nickolas shoved Edward away before telling the other person to scram. Them being some of his loyal followers looked shocked he
was showing this much emotion about anything, and finally left me alone.
NIKKI
Mad? who? me? oh no, I m not mad, I m FURIOUS at the idiots who were trying to hurt this person that I can t help adoring. As I glared after the two, ready to beat
them to a pulp, a whimper from the wall got me come back to the reason why I shouldn't kill them. The brunette s hands had fisted on his shirt while he covered his
chest, his face making it clear e was in pain.
Are you okay? I said stupidly as I knelt before him wishing I knew anything about how to treat broken ribs, He shook his head quickly speaking in a quiet voice that he
needed to go to the nurses or something. In my opinion he should go to the Hospital, but I aided to his wishes and helped him to the nurses room. Do all the Adults in
this school hate him? seems like it because that stupid nurse stated your back already? your FINE now get back to class! when he CLEARLY was not fine at all, he was
in pain and looked like he was going to pass out. An idea suddenly struck me as I took the shorter male out of the nurses office.