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CHAPTER One

Eleventh Grade.

Finally I'm in eleventh grade. Just another year and me and Jace are officially out of highschool. It was a promise that when we both go to college, we're gonna drive away from wherever the hell we're living at and be on our merry way to Tokyo University. I know! It's kind of far reaching dream to go for Tokyo with only the decent grades that we have but hey, isn't that Jump anime themes revolves around friendship, hard work and victory? We're both planning to do just that.

"Ey! Chi!" Jace called out for me. I've always loved the way she called out and say 'Ey!' to me every morning.

By the first time I heard her name, I thought that this 'she' was a 'he'. She may have a guy's name but her pretty ass says otherwise.

"Damn, you look like you're out partying in Vegas." I looked at her, closing my locker after shoving my History book.

"Well…" Jace's girly-ish voice popped out, "We're not gonna wear uniforms now so I might as well dress up." she said, leaning in a locker beside me.

"And you…" she said, thinking of any not so hurtful thing to say. "look like you, as always." And I can feel her eyes looking up and down to my 'sad' sense of fashion.

I laughed, "Yea Yeah. I'm not Paris Hilton." We both laughed, as we walked swiftly along the halls, embracing my book along the weight of my bag in my shoulders.

"Hey, do you remember that teacher from 10th grade? That hot teacher?" I took a glance of her, my brows furrowed,

"Um, we're in different class but if it's that bald sensei then I guess you belong together." I said, her shoulders gently tackled me.

"No! Binbouksai-sensei is…" she faked a shiver, "just NO." she scoffed, rolling her eyes a little. I giggled.

"That silver-haired sensei, what's his name? Um…" she sounded excited.

Uh-oh.

I inwardly sighed and wondered how the heck did I become bestfriend with this hot piece of ass over here.

"Kin? Gin… Ginpachi..? Ginpachi-sensei!" she shrieked, I closed an eyes as my face wrinkled with the pitch of her voice.

Must be a C6. I thought of piano keys and made a lame joke I would never want to say to anyone. "Oh, that guy." I nodded quite deeply, but seriously, I just don't give a damn.

"I heard he's here, teaching Science. Damn Chie, I hope I get him." She squeezed my hand,

"What's your sched?" I asked her, putting a pivot to her boy watch monologue that I usually can't keep up.

"Homeroom…" she glanced at her schedule, "morning and History and Physics. Fucking Physics. Afternoon…" she paused "English"

"Hey, we're in homeroom together. And History and…." I paused, "Nothing more." I looked at her, an apologetic smile on my face,

"Chie, don't forget to get a boyfriend this year. I don't remember you making a promise to be a nun." she said, her voice whishing and her eyes looking like a mom who warns her daughter not to play too far.

"And mom, I don't remember having a promise I would." I said, mimicking her usual voice.

"Shut up." She retoted, and the late bell rings.

Homeroom:

"Wow, first day and the teacher is already late" someone said.

"Or absent." Another someone said.

"He better be hot to compensate." a weird purple haired girl said.

"He better have food to compensate." A girl who looks like she doesn't belong to be in eleventh grade said.

"Oi, this isn't middle school. You must be lost." A guy putting his red eyemask and adjusting his position to sleeping said. And then he was kicked by that girl/lady square in the face.

Buzzz… Buzzz…

Something Tickling my hips, I fished my phone out, looking at the message sent by Jace.

Ey Chi, dyou have work after school?

I texted back.

Yep, and don't expect to get free drinks if you plan to visit.

She replied.

Oh No, not free drinks. Your treat.

I was about to reply when the sliding door opened, a man in a sturdy physique, all in the glory of a white lab coat and a pair of spectacles entered. My eyes widened and I was even surprise that it did. His droppy, uncaring red eyes looked at me for a second, or so I thought. His silver, thick, wavy hair was the thing I was gawking at.

Who the hell in the billion people in the world would have a silver hair?!

I felt a buzz in my hips, as I checked my phone, this time secretly.

CHIE. THAT HOTTIE OVER THERE ! GINPACHI-SENSEI!

I threw her a look, that look that says 'yea I see that, but I don't think he's anything but weird.'

Ginpachi-sensei began to wrote his name, that says "Ginpachi."

"You ass wipes. I go by the name Ginpachi. It's first day so just shut up and get the hell out of here when I told you so."

The whole class mumbled.

"He's so hot!"

"Is he really a teacher?"

"Oh, first day and everybody wants detention?" he said, sitting his silver ass in the chair and lifting his feet on the table.

"Me! Me! I would go for detention!" the purple-haired girl suddenly squeaked, her nostrils flaring up, as smoke of being turned on comes out. What is with her liking middle aged man? Does old people smell turn her on so much?

I felt a tickling sensation in my hips. What now?!

Hey, met my husband over there? XD

Jace texted, I looked at her and rolled my eyes.

Oh gosh, I didn't know you were into Gorillas over there. Another disappointing discovery.

I used my eyes to point the large, bulky, tan-skinned guy with goatie over there, as he was gushing over the girl in a ponytail. Jace threw me a mean look and texted over.

The time passed quite faster due to our texting. The bell rings and we go to our classes.

Finally, dismissal, Jace said that she needs to go somewhere so she won't be visiting me at work. We took the bus together but we separated ways by the bus stop.

5:15 P.M. I was brisk walking to work, as I have my earphones in my ears. I just listened to any soothing song I could find. My thoughts lingered to homeworks and homeworks and more homeworks.

5:45 P.M. I'm here at work. I changed into a fitted plain gray shirt, placed a black apron and tied my misbehaving hair into a ponytail. Satisfied with the tightness of the bind, I went out of the staff room and look at the place. Bar stools needed to be put down, synthetic leather couches needed to be arranged, ashtrays needed to be emptied and cleaned.

Yes. Please don't judge.

I work at a club. No, I don't dance or wear provoking clothes. Nor do I attend guys' needs. But somehow, I do experience the casual groping of ass. I'm a part time waitress.

This isn't some kind of an anime where I work because I needed to support my mom and sister because my dad ran away leaving us with debt. I work here to kill the time.

The only person who knows I'm working here is well yes, Jace. We needed to keep it a secret because first, if the school found out I'm working at a stripping/cabaret/hostess/dance club I'll be kicked out and I should kiss my ass goodbye to Tokyo University.

And if you asked why of all work, did I choose the club… well I have my reasons.

After a few hours, the club opened, and I watched people getting thicker and thicker. The temperature goes higher and higher, the music pounding in my ears, the laughs and high pitched giggles of the women, the usual woo of the men and the smell of smoke filling up the whole place.

I brought the cocktails and liquor on numerous tables. Some ordered Gin, Tequila, Whiskey, Burboun, Champagne, some fried onions, and some well, tobacco. I was about to turn away when a hand was gesturing for some attention over there.

I went over and saw a guy with red/maroon/I can't figure out due to the darkness and different shades of color in this place.

"One Don Peri and six shots of Tequila." The man with retro glasses said, his laugh was ridiculous, and at the same time contagious, as I found myself smiling.

"Anything else?" I asked, jotting down his order, well, their order. I noticed a coat lying lazily on the opposite couch.

"That's it for now." He said. I turned my heels ready to go but then he grabbed my wrist and said "Maybe two hot bitches up here." I smiled, but I hate being touched by guys anywhere in this vicinity as much as I hate ladies addressed as bitches, unless they really deserve it. I wriggled my wrist free and went away to get their order.

After a few minutes, I'm carrying a bucket of ice and a bottle of Don Peri and six shots of Tequila. I noticed the ladies were already there, chatting away with the guy who grabbed my wrist earlier.

"Ah! Finally." He said, there were four people now; two ladies, the funny/asshole guy and-

Fuck.

"Why are you here, Fukuyama?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I saw Tokyo University saying goodbye to me.

"G-Ginpachi-sensei." My mouth and throat went dry. Shit. Shit. Shit. What do I do?

"Oi, Kinpachi, you know her?" the other guy asked hiccupping now; I have his full attention that I certainly don't need.

"She's in my cla-"

"Sensei, please here me out." I bowed, clutching the now empty tray in my chest. I'm throwing my dignity over here for Tokyo University. He better let me off the hook.

He sighed. "I'll send this bastard home. When do you end your shift?" he asked, gulping a shot of tequila as he rests his arm to the lady over his right.

I'm in serious shit here and he's doing tequila shots and attempting to get laid.

I checked my w led watch. "Just in time."

"Go change and get your ass back door." He said, his deep voice lingered to my ears.

I didn't say anything. More like I didn't know what to say. I turned my heel, punched my time, into the staff room. I hastily removed the apron, grab my stuff and put on my red hoodie over my body. With all this music and noise, I couldn't hear anything aside from the pounding in my chest.

He was talking to the cabbie as he put the drunken funny guy inside, instructing what to do and where to go. He paid the cabbie a little extra just to put on incentives.

He turned his face to me, "Get in the car."

"I trust more on fairy tale warnings." I said.

"I'm not interested on a brat like you. Your boobs aren't worth fondling." He said nonchalantly, and I threw him a mean look.

I got in the car; he stayed outside looking out on opposite sides as he finally joined me in. "Tell me the nearest play park in your house." He said, putting his seatbelts on. "If you wanna talk we can stop at a café." I said, mimicking his action of safety.

"Sure, tell you kid. When we enter a café, we can bump to someone from school and I might get sacked. You? you will be humiliated and hated by a lot of girls for the rest of your life even without telling everyone you have this tiny little secret of working in a club. You can kiss your ass goodbye to college or whatever shit you planned for your damn life." He said this, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So which café are we going?" he added, much to my annoyance of him.

I told him the nearest park in my house. We drive through there, with the absolute awkwardness and silence revolving around us.

My house was only a few steps away from the park and we got out of there.

"Why do you work there?" he said, walking away the vending machine, drinking strawberry milk for some reason.

This asshole. He didn't even brought me one.

"Are you cursing me that I didn't even brought you a drink?" he said, his face teasing me. Is he reading my thoughts?

"Shut up." I said in a soft voice. Damn, Tokyo University is so far away now.

"So? What's your story?" he insisted. "No money? Rebellious phase?" he pressed on.

"A lot of time." That was all I said. But he seemed like he was waiting for a more elaborate answer.

"I just have a lot of time, that's all." That is all you can squeeze out of me.

"Go home." He said, whacking my head with his hand. I closed my eyes, anticipating the pain which came in later.

"Ouch! What was that for?!" I screeched.

He was walking away, going to his car, "Go home you damn brat." He said, opening his car and bend over inside. I heard his car run off and turned to an alley that led to the main road.

"What's with him, I hate him." I mumbled, starting to walk over the house.

His POV:

I turned over my car, then abruptly stopping as I got out and go back to where my car passed by before. Then I saw her, going in to her home.

A lot of time, that's what she said. I took a peek over the huge house where she went in and immediately saw that no lights were on.

"So no one's at home." I mumbled, going back to my car as I drive towards my apartment.

| End | Chapter One.

Tried to out on some Gin-chan's POV but I don't think I can do it much longer. Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated! :D