Jewel: Hey guys. Back with another Amuto story. I'm struggling with my other one because it's focused on so many couples!

Ikuto: Oh shut it and start typing.

Amu: How many times do I have to say be nice?

Ikuto: As many times as you want because I won't listen.

Jewel: You're so mean...

Amu: See what you did?! Go do the disclaimer while I try to get her out of the corner.

Ikuto: What?! Fine... Jewel doesn't own Shugo Chara or their characters... Stupid author...

~I Can't Believe You~

...I hate school. Clumsy teachers, useless assignments, hormone crazy teens, all the unnesessary drama, cruel backstabbing, the onflow of useless tears, the freaks, the geeks, annoying as hell populars, and oh yeah...

Tsukiyomi Ikuto, the playboy of Seiyo High, the senior who acted as if he owned the place. The one man that could make any girl he wanted, geek, freak or popular, fall to his feet and obey his every will... Oh wait.

All except for me, Hinamori Amu, the junior with long crazy pink hair and honey golden eyes behind the thick black glasses.

Why? Because I all see in that blue haired piece of shit is a retarded pervert who's so full of himself, he doesn't even know when to quit. Take today as an example. He was doing his usual by trying to make me fall for him so that he could be the most popular and loved guy at school.

...The thought of that actually happening made me wanna puke all over him and those so called 'populars'. Who gave a damn about the popularity system? I certainly didn't. But apparently, Ikuto couldn't let that slide by.

"Hello Amu..." He greeted seductivly as he managed to slip away from the crowd of high school fangirls that were begging for him to date them. I just rolled my eyes at him and scoffed.

"What the hell do you want this time Tsukiyomi?" I asked coldly, ignoring the glares of the teenage girls behind him. He feigned a hurt look and the pack of wolves came sprinting up to him, trying to comfort him.

"That hurt Amu... Why are you so mean?" He asked with the fakest pout I had ever seen. Oh, how the girls swooned and blushed made me sick to my stomach. Rolling my eyes again, I grabbed my school bag and hoisted it over my shoulder.

"Depends. Why are you so damn annoying?" I shot back over my shoulder as I walked out of the crowded classroom.

Oh yeah. One point me, zero for Ikuto.

"Yo Amu!" My brunette friend shouted as he jogged up to me. The senior chuckled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Hey Kukai. Are you heading to gym next?" I asked as I eyed the duffle slung over his shoulder. He grinned and nodded, his emerald eyes as energetic as ever. "Well I'm heading over there too. Is Utau coming?" I asked as I looked around for the blonde.

"No. She's out sick today." He replied with a hint of disappointment. I rasied an eyebrow and sweat-dropped at his attatchment to his girlfriend, Hoshina Utau, also my best friend. "But I could be wrong and she's just ditching." He said with an interesting expression. I rolled my eyes and we continued to make our way to the gym.

"I would ditch but you and I both know that I can't." I said with a bit of sadness. Kukai frowned down at me and ruffled my hair. "Hey! What did I say about the hair?!" I shouted and shoved his hand away. He laughed and pinched my cheek.

"Oh well! See ya in gym!" He shouted and made an escape to the boys' locker room, leaving me near the entrance to the gymnasium. I growled and stormed into the locker room, not caring about the looks I was getting.

So what if I looked like a geek and was pissed? Actually...

I'm not a geek, a nerd, not even a dork. I just happen to get good grades and wear chunky black glasses. And so what if I read manga? It's not like I joined the club or I'm obsessed with it. I just read it when I have free time. And that one incident during freshman year didn't count. That was all Rima's fault. And I'm still a little mad about it, even though she sent a million apology cards with my favorite candies for three weeks straight.

"...Damn." I muttered when I couldn't find my running shoes. I looked down at my black Converses and sighed.

'...I don't wanna use these... But I guess I have no choice.' I thought and grimaced at my beat up shoes. After shutting my locker and locking it, I made my way to the gym and instantly found my so-called friend. I rushed up to him when he wasn't looking and smacked him as hard as I could upside his dense head.

"Ow! What the hell was that for Amu?!" Kukai shouted as he turned around, rubbing the spot where I hit him. I smirked in triumph.

"For all the times you messed up my hair." I answered and we both started to laugh like idiots. "So what are you guys doing? We're doing laps..." I asked and groaned. Kukai chuckled and shrugged.

"How that hell am I supposed to know?" He joked. I raised an eyebrow at his reply.

"...I don't know, the fact that the only reason you even come to school is for gym and soccer?" I teased. He froze and sweat-dropped, knowing I was completely right. Suddenly, the bell wrang, signaling that class was starting and saving Kukai.

"See ya later Amu! Have fun running!" He shouted and sprinted to his class.

"...Idiot..." I muttered and slowly trudged to my crazy gym teacher.

"Hinamori!" Yukari shouted as I arrived. "Get over here so I can explain what we're doing today!" She barked. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and I simply nodded before sitting in my spot on the floor. "Alright. We'll be playing dodgeball since the field's been taken by that damn Kirochi." She announced and glared at the back of Kukai's teacher's head. I mentally fist pumped as we all got up and headed towards the wrestling room.

...Oh wait... That meant Kukai's class had to run the laps instead! Sucks for him!

"Who are we playing against?" A boy asked while Yukari unlocked the door. She sighed and opened it.

"Nanoko's class." She replied and waited for all of us to get in before letting the door slam shut behind her. We all groaned. "Oh shut it! You should be grateful that you guys get to play against the advance class!" She shouted.

Who the hell would wanna go up against the advanced gym class in such a deadly game?! (A/N: Me. But only on the slightly less violent version of dodgeball, crossfire. The game still hurts though)

"Yukari? May I sit out?" I asked. Lucky for me, I actually had breathing problems that let me skip some activities in gym. Yukari nodded and motioned for me to sit next to her on the floor while she put in grades on her laptop.

Oh. I guess that was another reason I was called a nerd. Cause having a medical condition pretty much makes you one.

"Oh, Hinamori. Your grade needs to go up a few more points before you can get an A. Come see me for the details after school." Yukari ordered. I nodded and thanked her before watching Nanoko's class walk in.

...Huh? Did I just... Oh no... You're kidding. He can't be in my gym period! I could've sworn he wasn't!

Ikuto walked in, chatting about something with one of his classmates until his dark blue eyes met mine. He smirked and walked over to me, despite the looks he got from his friends.

"Why are you sitting out? Afraid to break your precious glasses?" He teased. I glared at him and scoffed.

Well, I couldn't break my glasses because they were my only pair. And without them, I was practically blind.

"No. Ever heard of breathing problems?" I retorted. He rolled his eyes dramatically and shook his head.

"Whatever you say." He said and walked off. I held in a growl and leaned back against the cold wall. Nanoko walked to the middle of the divided classes and held a large mesh bag.

"Alright class. Today, since we're playing with two differenet classes than usual, we'll be playing crossfire instead." She announced and dropped the small colorful foam balls in the middle of the room. "Rules! Catch someone's throw, the person who threw it is out. No one gets back in until the yellow one is caught, which lets all the players that were out on your side come back in! You are allowed to catch them off the walls! No matter how many people a single ball hits, all the people who got hit are out! Understand?" She explained. A kid near the front raised their hand.

"What happens if it hits several people and then someone catches it?" He asked.

"Then the person who threw it is out and the people who got hit stay in. Got it?" She replied. No more questions were asked and Nanoko went back to her seat next to Yukari. "Begin!" She shouted and blew her whistle.

All hell broke loose as colors flew everywhere. I just continued to play with the hem of my white gym shirt and occasionally looked up, only to get bored and look back down.

"Hinamori!" A voice shouted. I looked up only to see something yellow coming right towards me.

"...Amu? Amu!" A deep voice called. I slowly opened my eyes, and realizing that I was face-to-face with Ikuto, the rest of the class surrounding. "Amu! I'm so sorry!" He shouted and helped me sit up. I could barely see and it felt like the room was spinning.

"...Tsu... kiyomi?" I asked and placed a hand on my throbbing head. The coaches rushed to help me up and I just let them. "Wha... What happened..?" I asked and glanced at the figures around me.

"I'm so sorry Amu... I didn't mean to throw it at you! Someone ran into me when I was about to throw and the ball slipped from my hand..." Ikuto explained.

"Tsukiyomi. Get Hinamori out of here and to the nurse's office now." Nanoko ordered as Ikuto held my fore arm, keeping me balanced. He nodded and picked something off the ground before leading me out of the wrestling room.

"Tsukiyomi..? Why's everything so blurry?" I asked and struggled to stand up straight. Ikuto looked away and sighed.

"...Sorry Amu..." He said and held something out in his hand. I had to squint to even make out the shape of it and my eyes widened.

...There were my chunky black glasses, smashed to pieces.

I just stared, and managed to pick up the small pieces of what used to be my only way of seeing and felt like crying. Those glasses were given to me by my little sister. She got them for me on my fourteenth birthday, saying that I looked amazing in them. And I couldn't refuse the little girl, even if she was wrong.

"...M-My..." My voice trailed off as the onflow of tears began. I wanted to just go and die in a hole, but not before I beat the living shit out of the playboy next to me. "...Get away from me..." I whispered and shook his hands off my arm. I stormed off towards the nurse's office, despite the dizziness and shouting behind me.

"Oh. Hinamori? I just got off the phone with your parents and coach. You'll be going home for the day." The nurse informed me as I sat in her office. I nodded and smiled politely as I handed her the icepack she told me to put on my head.

"Thank you. I'll just go get my stuff then." I said and left. Sadly, I could barely walk without bumping into something.

"Need some help?" A polite voice asked from behind me. I spun around and squinted at the teen in front of me. But the only thing I could make out was blonde hair and... ruby?

"...Um... Tadase?" I guessed. He laughed and nodded, taking my for arm like Ikuto had done earlier. "Thanks." I muttered.

"No problem. So where are you going?" He asked. I pointed top the gym and he continued to guide me. "What happened to your glasses?" He asked, finally noticing my lack of glasses about a minute after walking.

"I got hit in the face by Tsukiyomi..." I answered and held back the returning tears.

"Oh. Do you need help going back?" He asked as we walked up the the two locker rooms. I shook my head and smiled. He frowned but I couldn't see. "Alright. See ya tomorrow." And with that, he left for his class.

Somehow, I made my way back to my locker and opened it. I quickly threw on my clothes and backpack before locking my locker and making my way outside. But after a few steps, I was already stopped by a certain blue haired teen.

"Why's a nerd like you doing walking by herself when she's practially blind?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"You never change, even when I'm practically blind and have no one to help me. Look, if you think making fun of me's gonna make me fall for you, then you're dead wrong." I said, glaring at his blurred firgure. I could feel him glaring back but I just held my ground.

"Amu!" I heard a boy's voice shout, causing me to tear my hateful glare away from the teen in front of me and squint at a slim figure running up to us. Once I saw the long purple hair, I realized that it my my best friend Fujisaki Nagihiko. "Need help back to the office?" He asked. I nodded and shot Ikuto another glare.

"Are you going home?" He asked. I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time that day and nodded.

"Yes. Now leave me alone." I said coldly as Nagi pulled me away from the annoying popular.

"...I heard from Tadase." He said after a few moments of silence. I lowered my head, waiting for what he had to say next. "I'm really sorry Amu." He said and placed a hand on my shoulder. I sighed and shook my head.

Nagi was the only person who knew what happened to Ami and why her glasses were so important to me. He was the only one I trusted enough to tell him about it and he was probably the only one who could help me. He was there for me, and willing to help me get through that tough time in my life.

"...I-It's fine... I guess I'll have to go back to contacts." I stated sadly.

I hated contacts. The only reason I wore those glasses was because of Ami and an incident in middle school. They're also irratating, especially when the pollen count's high.

"...I see... Are you sure you wanna go back to contacts?" He asked uneasily. I bit my bottom lip and nodded, remembering what would happen if I went back to contacts.

"Don't worry... I'll be fine... I hope." I answered with a nervous laugh. "But you're gonna help me get Tsukiyomi to pay for them." I added. Nagi laughed and nodded.

"Alright. But tomorrow. Do you have anything to use tomorrow so you can go to school?" He asked as we arrived at the main office. I paused and shook my head.

"I guess I'll be staying home tomorrow." I said and laughed nervously. Ngai frowned at me but I quickly shook my head. "Don't worry. Mama will probably take me to get contacts tomorrow. I'll be back Thrusday whether I have them or not." I said and spotted my mama driving up. "I gotta go. Bye Nagi! I shouted and made my way over to the car.

"Amu! Are you alright?!" My mama, Midori, asked, her gold eyes filled with worry while her brown hair was slightly messy. I nodded and smiled as I got in the passenger's seat.

"I'm fine mama... When do you think I can get contacts?" I asked and buckled up, waiting for the vehicle to start and drive off. Mama just sighed and shrugged, pulling out of the parking lot.

"We can go tomorrow. Are you sure you want to use contacts? We can always get-"

"Don't even say it. I'm not getting new new glasses." I cut her off and glared out my window at the passing by trees. Mama stopped and frowned at my sudden response. "...I'm really sorry mama... But you know I can't get new glasses..." I said and my glare softened as I managed to make out tears forming in her eyes. She nodded and bit her lip, knowing exactly what I was talking about.

"It's fine Amu. We'll go tomorrow, okay?" She said with a light smile. I returned a similar one and nodded, glad that I would be able to keep my word to Nagi. "So what exactly happened?" She asked with a slightly confused look. I sighed and shook my head, not wanting to go through it.

"Don't worry. I'll make Tsukiyomi pay whether he likes it or not." I swore with a slight smirk. Mama giggled and nodded, liking the sudden look.

"Alright. Just go a little easy, okay? Ask for Tsukasa to help." She instructed. I nodded and leaned back into the stiff cushions of the seat.

"I will. Oh man... I have a test tomorrow..." I muttered.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you and Nikkaidou can work something out." She reassured me. I sighed once again and nodded reluctantly, not really liking the idea. "Amu, we're home." She informed me and turned off the engine. I nodded lazily and opened the door, waiting for mama to help me inside.

"Thanks mama." I said as we entered our small house. "I can go upstairs by myself." I stated and made my way up said stairs. I somehow made it to my room and since I knew where everything was, I easily manuvered through the room and landed on my plush bed. "So tired..." I muttered into my white pillow before disgarding it and staring up at the cieling.

"...Thank god this balcony was open..." A deep voice said breathlessly. I froze in place, waiting for the voice to speak again. "...Wierd room... It's so pink." It commented.

...You're kidding.

"Well that would make sense since my hair's pink." I said aloud, not bothering to look at the intruder. I already knew.

"H-Huh? Wait, this is your room?!" Ikuto shouted as he backed up into the wall next to my closet. I reluctantly sat up and glared at the blurred figure that had recently broken my glasses.

"I'm pretty sure I would know that this is my room." I retorted. Ikuto scoffed and crossed his arms out of embarrassment.

"You're practically blind. How do you know this is your room?" He teased. I rolled my bad eyes and shook my head.

"I'm pretty sure my mama wouldn't help me inside a stranger's house then start making dinner in their kitchen." I answered and leaned back down on the covers, reaching for my Ipod on the nightstand near my head. I picked a song and set it back on it's holder, allowing the sweet music to go through the speakers.

"...Just Be Friends Glutamine? Aw... But Amu~! I wanna be a lot more than friends..." Ikuto teased and moved closer to my bed. (A/N: Don't own, just love the way he does it)

"Ew... Get away from my you pervert." I said plainly but didn't lift a finger, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

He moved closer, as if testing the water. I just stayed there. He smirked and suddenly laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked harshly and added a glare. His smirk grew along with the grip around me. "Get off." I demanded.

"But I don't want to." He said. I groaned and sighed. "Why did you play this song when I'm here? You know you love me..." He whispered huskily into my ear. I rolled my eyes for the... whatever, again.

"No, I know I hate you. Now get off me and get out before I call my mama." I threatened. Ikuto fake pouted and rolled over so that he had my hands pinned above me, his long legs straddling my upper thighs.

"Why's that? Why are you being so mean to me? What happened between us?" He questioned with a genuine hurt look. I just turned away from his pained look, furious. "...Amu. Tell me what happened to that optimistic girl I met in elementary school." He ordered and tightened his grip on my wrists.

...I really hate school...

~I Can't Believe You~

Jewel: So... Yeah.

Amu: ...What the hell?

Ikuto: What the fuck is this supposed to be?!

Jewel: I DON'T KNOW! It seemed like a good idea in my head!

Ikuto: Well you're delusional so I guess this makes sense.

Jewel: ...Well. Aren't you just a ray of sunshine? Listen, you guys tell me whether this is a good story or not.

Amu: So that means... R&R!