"OK, class. It's the first day of your first semester here. Welcome. You're adults now so I won't be tolerating any childish actions. You're here because you want to…"
Math. First class, at 7am.
So this is going to be my new school. This university. A public Tokyo university.
I look around, though most of the people around me are not studying the same carreer I am so I'm not paying too much attention to potential friends or anything. Lots of people look really smart, mature and prepared, well that's to be expected, it's not easy getting in here.
Almost all of them are paying great attention to the class, but one guy looks back at me. Cocky-looking, light brown hair, blue eyes, kind of angry expression, expensive-looking clothes, he's pretty handsome actually, but by the way he sits you can say he's pretty arrogant. He looks at the teacher again and then glances quickly in my direction. Oops! I quickly look down at my desk, I think I've been staring at him. I feel how I blush slightly.
Anyways, name's Sasaki Aya. 18 years old. Architecture student.
Tomboyish girl. Not cute. Not beautiful. Though I think I'm not ugly either, kind of average. I think I can actually look good sometimes. I also like to think that I'm intelligent, well I'd actually say I'm completely sure about that but that would be arrogant. I also tend to get off topic.
Ok, so I've got my 6 classes today. Gotta find this classroom…
I walked through some halls and upstairs, found my classroom and got in. First thing I saw was that pretty boy sitting next to the window, just in the place I wanted to get for myself. He noticed I looked at him so I quickly moved to the first seat I saw though I wanted to be near the window. I sighed, I didn't wanted to look like a stalker. Now I realise I'm sitting in the front row. Always hated it.
Class is over. I took my stuff and got up. Just as I looked up to get to the door the pretty boy walked past me. I walked out of the classroom, and so him walking away. My next class was in the opposite direction. I was kinda sad I wasn't going to see him there. Wait. What? Ok, Aya, concentrate.
I'd gone to my other three classes, it was time for the last one. I was tired, being the first day of school after such long vacation. I looked at my schedule and felt relieved. My next class was English. I studied english since I was little with and american teacher because my mom wanted me to, so English classes always felt like free hours.
I walked up to the fourth floor and just as I looked at the halls I saw him again. He was opening the door to a classroom. I looked at the classroom's number. Yet again, he was my classmate. He looked at me and I felt my face warm. I looked at the floor and tried to walk normally to the classroom. I got closer and saw he was still outside, looking in my direction. I stopped for a second and started to walk around him to get to the door.
"Hey"
I looked at him and then looked around. It was just the two of us in the hall.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you," he said as he walked closer to me.
"Do you know me or something? Are you from Hyoutei?"
"Um, no. I don't think I know you. And I'm not from Hyoutei" I answered, confused.
"Then why do you keep staring at me? Just stop it, it's bothering me."
"Hey, I wasn't staring at you. I just looked around and our eyes met, that's all" His words made me kind of angry. I really wasn't. But looking at him from this close I can really tell he IS handsome, really, really handsome.
"Yeah, whatever, just stop."
OK, he was handsome but he was really obnoxious. I rolled my eyes and got in the classroom, and he did after me.
"Late the first day? It's been 10 minutes already. Take those two seats." said the teacher pointing to the only empty seats at the back of the classroom.
I apologized and walked towards them. I sat and until then I noticed they'd made pairs. Oh boy. I sighed. The guy took the seat next to me and realised it too.
"OK, so ask your partner these questions that are written in the board. Write your partner's answers down and I'll check on you later. Speak in english, of course."
"Great." I heard him whisper sarcastically.
"OK, partner, let's start!" I told him acting excited.
He looked back at me unamused and didn't say a word for a few seconds.
"It's not on the board but I'm gonna ask you anyways. Are you always this grumpy and obnoxious?"
"I don't have time for this. Why do we even have to take this class? Why can't we just take an exam? My english is flawless, just like me."
"Whoa. I'll take that as a yes. You know you could just go on rambling or we could get this done and continue with our lives. I'll tell you something, the second one is faster and if you won't work I'll go tell the teacher."
"Are you 10 years old?"
"That's not a question from the board. Stick to the board." I said as I smiled widely.
He narrowed his eyes and sighed while looking at the board.
"Name."
"I don't see you writing my answers down."
"Well, you are not answering."
"…Sasaki Aya."
"How boring." he said as he took a pen and started writing on a piece of paper.
"How funny."
"Atobe Keigo, don't misspell it."
"Nobody asked you." I said smiling, but still wrote it down.
"And don't go drawing any hearts around it."
I looked at him directly in the eye and smiled just as I drew a big heart next to his name. I was horrible, 'cause I was looking at Atobe while I drew it, but you could tell it was a heart…probably.
"Age." he said ignoring my rebelliousness.
"They're supposed to be questions, you know. You have to ASK them."
"Age." he repeated.
" 'Age' " I mocked him. "18"
"Same. Carreer?"
"Architecture. What about you?"
"Industrial Engineering."
"Oh, I thought Engineering students took classes separetely."
"Yeah, we should." he said looking at me with disgust.
"…yeah, you should."
We went on with the questions. He was really cultured. And he was definitely rich. Made me wonder what he's doing in this university. He could be studying in any private one, or abroad, or even not studying at all. We just kept insulting each other but I had to admit it was entertaining. There wasn't hate in them and the day had been all boring so it lighten it up. It made me think of my highschool friends and how we used to mock each other.
"Why are you smiling?"
"What?" I had lost myself in my thoughts.
"I asked you something like a minute ago and you just stared at your desk and smiled."
"Oh, sorry. What was the question?" I was still half-smiling and that question came out gently despite my efforts to continue speaking to him rudely.
"You're still smiling. You falling for me?" he said smirking and lifting an eyebrow.
"I-I doubt that was the question." I asked roughly, looking away, trying not to blush.
"I asked you to give me the paper. I'll give them to the teacher." he was back to being serious.
"Oh, right." I said as i tore the sheet and gave it to him.
"Well, this is not acceptable." he pointed at his name.
"Oh, the heart. Right." I extended my arm so he could give me the paper back. He didn't.
"No. I told you not to misspell it."
I looked closely and started laughing out loud.
"I'm not Adobe Keigo."
I took my stuff and walked out of school. Atobe doing so too. I turned left at the next street. He did too. We began walking at the same pace. I started walking a little bit faster 'cause it was awkward, and he did too. I stopped abruptly and he did too.
"What are you doing?" we both asked at the same time.
"Are we lost twins or something?" I asked him.
"You wish."
"Ha-ha."
"And I thought the big heart was fake and all. Silly me."
I ignored him and continued walking. Crossed a street and turned right. A pen fell from my bag so I stopped to pick it up. Before I could, someone bumped into me and I fell.
Atobe, of course.
"Stalking is enough. Why do you get violent? I know karate you know."
"And I know that's BS." he stared down at me.
"Yeah…so. Will my stalker help me get up or what?"
He helped me get up reluctantly.
"Tha..."
"Now move." he interrupted.
"Well, that's rude." I said as I moved away.
He got closer to the door and began looking for something in his pockets. I looked up. It was an apartment building. Not new, not old. It was kind of small and definitely a common place, not luxurious at all.
"Need something?" he stared at me.
"Oh…bye." I waved at him with strangeness and walked away to take the train and get home.
It was not what I was expecting from someone with designer's clothes. Well, he could be the owner or something, but he obviously didn't want someone to look at him enter the building so I doubt it. I suppose I'll have some time to find out. OK, I'm starting to sound like a stalker.
