Author's Note: Yup, here I am, once again, writing stories about Negima's finest: Setsuna and Konoka. It's another longer one like A Bodyguard's Duty and The Legend of Konoka. The setting is an American public high school. We're not in middle school anymore! The magical element of Negima, the characters, and all that other Negima goodness is still present. Now...lets get this thing started! I own no one!

That One Girl

Crap, she cursed to herself. Fumbling with the lock to her locker, Setsuna attempted to open her locker. "This was working for me an hour ago!" she growled under her breath. Anger rising, she checked her watch. Her school had a five minute passing time and she had managed to waste four minutes of it.

She spun the combination for the last time and got the same results. The locker seemed to tease her, mock her. Setsuna gave up. The bell had rung. She was now late for class...again. Setsuna sprinted to her next class: math. To her horror the teacher was waiting for her when she got there. It was awkward, standing in the doorway with the teacher and the entire algebra two class staring at you.

Setsuna slinked over to her desk and took her seat next to Asuna Kagurazaka, her best friend since freshman year. The teacher, a skinny looking guy with his balding black hair slicked back with the stickiest goo imaginable, glared at her through his thick olive green glasses.

"Late again, Setsuna? Keep it up and I'll be forced to give you another detention," he spoke with a voice that would remind you of a child molester.

"Sorry, Mr. Ernst. It won't happen again..." Mr. Ernst ignored her and started to write equations on the board. Asuna leaned over and whispered, "You really need to get that locker fixed."

Setsuna had gotten her notes out and began copying down what the teacher wrote. "You don't think I've already done that?" she whispered back. "I got the custodian to fix it yesterday, but my lock is just a piece of crap. They need to get me a new one..."

"It's so so sad that they can't take out anything from their budget to supply a new lock for a poor, unfortunate student."

Setsuna nodded. "I know right? People can really suck. I already have to pay half my rent and the state pays the other half. My dead end job hardly pays for the shirt off my back." Setsuna was found laying naked in a park almost two years ago. No one had known where she come from and the government had no information on her. She had been supplied a run down apartment on the bad side of town and a job. She was on her own from then. When she had met Asuna they instantly clicked. Now one doesn't go anywhere without the other.

Asuna, on the other hand, was abandoned at the tender age of seven and lives in the same rundown neighborhood as Setsuna. To Asuna, meeting her was like a Godsend. Asuna claims that Setsuna saved her life although it's more of the opposite. Asuna found her laying in the park that fateful evening on the way back to her apartment. As she got to know her, Setsuna had become her best friend and the family she never remembered having.

"Speaking of money, the GSA needs more money in our budget. Did you think of anymore ideas for a fundraiser?" Setsuna asked. She was the vice president of Westwood High School's GSA, gay-straight alliance.

Asuna opened her doddle filled notebook to a different page. "Well, they're not original, but I got bake sale. We can make cookies and sell them as 'Gay Cookies'." She made a rainbow in the air with her hands.

Setsuna chuckled, "What else you got?"

"Well...we could sell rainbow stickers?"

"Sounds good...anything else?"

"Er, that's all I got..."

"That's okay, there's a GSA meeting after school today so hopefully there will be more ideas," Setsuna said as she solved an equation.

Mr. Ernst cracked his ruler across their desk. "Is there something more interesting than solving quadratic equations that you two would like to share?"

"No, sir," Setsuna answered quickly.

"Nothing is more interesting than the good ol' quadratic formula," Asuna answered sarcastically.

"I'm glad you think that, Asuna," he smiled sourly. "If you love math so much, then would you care to go to the board and solve this equation?"

Asuna got up and went to the board. A few people snickered and giggled, but Setsuna knew that Asuna was pretty smart, even if she didn't try in school. Asuna got the equation right and sat back down. The two friends behaved for the rest of the hour until the bell rang.

"Lunch time!" Asuna cheered.

"I'll meet you at our usual spot. I need to...get my lunch out of my locker..."

Asuna laughed at her, "I might not ever see you, but if you say so!" Asuna left and Setsuna gathered all of her stuff and headed in the direction of her locker. Again she fought with her locker, but to no avail. She swiftly kicked her locker in anger.

Taking a small break she slid to the floor and watched the people hurry off to lunch. The hall began to quickly empty as she sat there. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she still needed to get her locker opened. Patting her tummy she sighed and started to get up when she walked by.

Setsuna didn't recognize her, but the more she watched her, the more she wished she did. This girl seemed as tall, if not taller, than Setsuna. She wore a red graphic tee and blue jeans that she thought looked stunning on her. This girl walked with the grace and beauty of a model. What had caught Setsuna was her hair. Her long, chocolate brown hair. It flowed behind her and bounced a bit with each step.

Setsuna was glued to the floor. Her brain was telling her to move, but her body didn't respond. Move, dammit, move! Before she leaves! But the mystery girl was already out of sight. Her body regained movement and she quickly got up and ran to where she saw the girl disappear. Nothing. She was gone.

She walked back to her locker, confused and amazed. Who...who was that girl...? As if in a trance, Setsuna spun her combination and the lock finally opened.

END

How do you like it? This isn't the end of the story, just the chapter. There shall be more soon.