The welcoming ceremony had already passed and the students were filling out the gym. I walked to my classroom among the crowd who emits fake glitters everywhere. I looked at my own uniform with disdain; it was the softest fabric and no doubt high-quality, highly expensive.

"Plastic." I thought.

I'm not any different by the students here who talk about owning brand new skirts, bags, shoes, cars, tss. I rolled my eyes.

This kind of school who accepts students as long as they have the money is a school not worth attending for me. Everyone here probably stabs each other at the back.

"My family runs a business.."

"Oh, mine owns a trading something"

"Mine owns restaurants that has already franchised all over the country."

Wow! Seriously I applaud the students of this school, it's really early in the morning and they're already shragging off with each other.

I stopped in front of my class section 1-A. The teacher isn't here yet and my classmates have already formed a group on their own. I noticed a short red-hair with red eyes, I think. My eyes didn't linger on his face to confirm because I already looked away to a girl approaching me.

I didn't really register her face but I can smell her perfume through my nostrils that's so head aching like she's making up for the time she never had perfumes before.

"Hey, are you lost?" She asked perkily.

And by perkily? I meant fake. I looked down at my feet and grinned. I so love myself. And I ignored her question.

"If you're not from this classroom, you can shoo away." She made a gesture of shooing me away like I'm a dog. "Because you know, only the coolest, prettiest, smartest, and richest first year students in Rakuzan High are in this section."

I was about to say something when she continued.

"You don't even look rich. You got the right fabric for the uniform but it takes winner accessories to look fabulous and beautiful." She said in a haughty tone.

I looked up and saw she was wearing a gold dangling earrings, gold pendant, gold bracelets and gold rings.

And whoah what BIG BREASTS she has~!

I gotta admit I'm impressed and jealous but I bet she's not a virgin anymore and her boobs probably hang low.

I put my chin up and sniffed the air and made a face that says someone-just-farted.

"Ohhh my gosh! What kind of perfume is that?" I tried my best imitating a very sassy girl.

"What? You mean this very expensive Love Me perfume that smells like heaven?"

"Honey, if I thought you smelled like heaven I would've thought you were an angel…" I smiled sweetly at her and she just rolled her eyes but I wasn't finished yet so I leaned close to her ear,

"I wouldn't have made a face that looked like someone just farted if your perfume didn't smell like dumpsite." I sing song the last word.

I stepped away and turned around showing her at the last second that I smirked.

1st day of school and it seems I made my first enemy. I sighed, I really can't control myself. I'm such a bitch. I shrugged but I wouldn't be here if I wasn't.

I stopped in front of the section 1-B. It seems the teacher has already finished roll calling the names.

Hmmm…

I went back to section 1-A and found a significant change of atmosphere was made. No one was making a sound, and I wondered why since the teacher wasn't here yet.

I silently treaded the floor as my respect to the silence that was made; I wondered why my classmates were looking at me nervously. I'm not scary.

I dragged my seat and desk across making a screeching noise.

A looming shadow was blocked my way and I looked up to see a guy whom I noticed earlier but I ignored him and continued dragging my seat and desk.

"Stop dragging your desk." The red head said.

There was something in his voice that was commanding that I stopped dragging my desk.

"Return it to your place and sit down." He ordered.

I followed like a dog and began hating myself. Just then the teacher entered and began roll calling our names.

The names were a blur and I was waiting for a certain red head to confirm his name.

"Seijūrō Akashi" The teacher called.

No one raised a hand but I knew it was him, I saw the teacher flickered his gaze to him.

I stood up to the teacher carrying my desk and chair as to not drag them across the floor, although it's a pain, there's something about this Akashi that I shouldn't mess with him and that is why I am starting by transferring sections.

"Teacher, I'm transferring to the next classroom, 2-B, they take the same classes as 2-A."

"Unless you can give me an acceptable reason I won't allow that."

"Because I'm not really from this class." I lied.

Suddenly I felt a tingle on my spine.

"I just went here to borrow a desk and a chair because there was a miscalculation and 2-B is missing a desk and a chair but a certain student in this class stopped me." I continued and then whispered to the teacher. "the one with the red hair to be precise."

"Very well." The teacher nodded.

And so I happily dragged my desk and chair as soon as I stepped out of the classroom I looked back and thanked the teacher, I didn't want an eye contact with the red head and so I fixed my stare at the ground while turning around with a satisfied smirk.

I went inside 2-B, and the attention was on me.

"You're not from this class."

"I know, that's why I'm dragging my own desk and chair as you can see." I looked at them rather politely not like they're stupid. "I have permission from my teacher at section 2-A, you can go on and confirm it."

And so I sat at the corner of the classroom at the back row nearest to the back door.

"It seems he did give you permission, may I know your name?" The teacher asked.

"Casellana, Rena."

The teacher proceeded with homeroom and my new seatmate with black hair matching black eyes smiled at me introducing himself as Mashiro Daichi.

"I haven't seen you here before…"

I know that line and I know where this is going.

"Yes, I'm a transferee here in Rakuzan."

"Well then," He smiled "Welcome to Rakuzan High!"

Home of narcissistic bitches and egotistical bastards.

"Pfft." I tried containing my laughter at my thought.

"What?" my seat mate asked.

"Nothing" I waved my hand away at him, laughing. "You'll be offended."

"I'd be more offended if I didn't know what was offending for me."

I stopped laughing and smiled. "Well when you said, 'Welcome to Rakuzan High', I had a sudden thought."

"Well?" He asked impatiently.

I cleared my throat and as lowly as possible my voice could get,

"Wehhhlcome too Rakuuzan Hiiigh! Home of narcissistic bitches and egotistical bastards."

He blinked at first. Then we made eye contact,

"Pfft."

We both laughed out loud.

I think my seatmate can be someone I can share my jokes with. I'm so glad I transferred from 2-A, I think I might not be only in trouble with the gold obsessing chick but also with the intimidating red head.

[As much as our main protagonist felt glad that she was able to escape our favorite antagonist's wrath, she thought wrong. By transferring sections, she made a mockery of the certain red head, although she did not intend it that way. And now a slow boil of irritation or anger has been heated inside the captain of Rakuzan High]

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Author's Note:

So? What do you think? I haven't grasped Akashi's character yet but I'm deeply interested with his personality. And to those hanging by The Storyteller, I'm taking a break~! Actually I got the next chapter here, it's all finished but it feels like it's not enough so it's still here so I can add, tweak it a bit and publish it for you.

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Yeahhhhhhhh…..

Am not sure if this is good enough but… I love writing~