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It happened too fast. All because of my self-pride, he's dead. One moment, I was angry at him and when that picture of us together dropped off the building. I couldn't bear what happened next. He kissed him, my first kiss with that perverted alien, and then he jumped off the building to get the picture.

What was I doing? I guess I stood there for those few moments and then sprinted down the stairs to see whether he was okay or not. I looked at the pool, but there were no signs of him in the pool. I walked down further and found a pile of branches and leaves. They might have broken his fall, but it was not enough to save him. In his hand, was the picture. I couldn't stand him. I was angry at him, but then I was angry at myself. I gently took the picture from his hand before the ambulance, which came soon enough and took him to the hospital.

He was in a coma. Even if I was the demonic School President, I still had feelings. Everyone in the school was somewhat mourning. I was kinder to students and they started to obey me when they made some slip up and I told them to follow. I wished I wasn't as hot headed as I was at that time. Because of me, someone almost died.

Though I did not show it, I waited for him to wake up, even visited him every now and then. My grades didn't fall, luckily, but my mood was more on edge. I was curious of course. But then there was that one day, where I nearly felt like my heart was stomped on.

I visited Usui Takumi and to find that he was not where he was. And the one question I asked changed it all.

"I'm sorry but he has passed away."

The response was horrible. I never knew why I would feel this way to that guy. I thought I hated him. I thought that he was some play boy, but he genuinely cared for me, to go all the way and jump of a building, all because of some stupid photo.

The news spread quickly about his death and all there was, was sadness. I just wanted to die. I couldn't believe he who was always so tough on the outside would… die.

At Maid Latte, things were awkward. I didn't want to talk to people often and the other staff members knew how to keep their distance. Sometimes, I even imagine that guy sitting at his table ordering something, but every time I turn there, he's nowhere to be seen.

I sighed. The following day, I made up my mind to take an exam into Miyabigaoka High School. I wanted to focus on school and family, so I can forget him. I would have had to get a good education first. Yes, I was poor but it was a 100% scholarship that I couldn't refuse. I wasn't greedy. I knew there would be people I would leave behind, but as I told them and they told me, it's all to move on.

There was a great farewell for me, and I honestly didn't think that they thought that much about me. Did it really matter anymore? I left at about half the year. I did manage to get into Miyabigaoka and I had promised to meet everyone at Seika every week on Thursday afternoons since school ended at Miyabigaoka earlier due to sport on that day.

There was a starter's kit and I honestly didn't like one bit. All of it was so expensive, the travel in the school was even by horse!

Really I didn't care. Some people tried to bully me for being poor and such, but that ended up bringing back the demonic Pres back. I almost cried at that memory. I was going to officially start at the start of the 2nd half year. Getting to the school required walking, and those on the public transport somewhat bad mouthed me for taking the transport. Did they think I was like all those damn rich jerks at that school? Argh.

I couldn't help thinking of all the things that these rich people had. The shops in the school didn't help either. I started to regret my choice, but I knew I had to move on.

I was walking across a hallway, trying to figure out which classroom I was going to be in, when I heard some cries of girls.

"Do you know? The new transfer student is the Takumi Walker!" said girl number one. Takumi Walker. He had the same name as Usui, but they couldn't be the same person, could they?

"He's so hot and cool!" said girl number two.

I looked over some of the girls' heads and peered at Takumi Walker. I was surprised. Speechless. It was Usui Takumi, but he had brown hair instead. What was I thinking? I was thinking of Usui again, that damned dead guy. He even wore glasses, but I could imagine Usui wearing glasses. What was wrong with me?

"Yo. Are you gonna move or not, scholarship girl," he said. I didn't realise it, but he was standing inches away from me, saying to me to move it.

"Why are rich people so pushy?" I muttered.

"Pushy?" he said. He wasn't supposed to hear that. I swear this was Usui with his alien powers.

"You are dead-" I said, as I started to walk towards him, but all the girls beat me towards him. They were all lovey dovey and I found it sickly. Ugh, what's so good about him anyways?

I left, angry and ignored the stare that went right towards my back as I walked away. Damn you Usui for being dead.

LOL, I get ideas in the weirdest places ever… I got this one in the shower. Well, enjoy. I'm sorry for the late updates for the other stories. I am currently off track from the amount of assignments that were due recently, so yeah.

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Zaira Swift.