Rin POV

I walk through the doors of the Okinawa School of Design and Modeling, clutching my fashion portfolio. I read over my schedule for the millionth time: Client Management, Designer Sewing, European Couture Construction, and Fashion Drafting and Design. I have no idea what to expect in my first class. I've never managed clients before, and I doubt I'd be talented at it since I have a fiery temper.

I breathe in deeply before pushing the door open. The first thing I see is a nearly naked guy smirking at me. "AHHHH!" I scream, "What the hell!?" I turn around, feeling my cheeks fluster. The guy behind me laughs. Did I walk into a stipper club by accident!?

He puts his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, I know my body's hot but you don't have to burn up like that. I don't like girls who make it too obvious."

I face him and push his hand off. "Excuse me?" My anger blinds me and I no longer notice that the only thing he's wearing is underwear.

"You know, that you're interested in me. I guess you are kind of cute, so I don't blame you for thinking you have a chance with me. You're not my type though, sorry." He winks and casually strolls away before I can respond. It takes me a few seconds to recover and realize that he is not the only half naked guy in the room. Nobody seems to have noticed my scream earlier. Is this really what Client Management about? Oh god. The bell rings and everyone gathers around a table in the middle of the room.

A young lady (the way she is dressed clearly resembles a lady, or at least a woman with considerable and expensive fashion sense) clears her throat and says, "Hello everyone, I am Miss Yamada. Welcome to Client Management. This is a course designed to simulate interactions between the designer and the model. You will all be paired with a client and will need to communicate efficiently and accurately, because the model will be showcasing the designer's collection at the year end fashion show. While it may seem like a lot of time, designers need to complete five outfits: An evening gown or suit, swimwear, sleepwear, a garment using designer techniques and a garment using european couture methods. The models have drawn a portfolio of their ideas previously, and the designers will be graded on the accuracy of their replicas. Models, on the other hand, will be graded on their performance in the fashion show and monthly photo shoots with the outfits. The designer will most likely not be able to finish a garment in one or even two months, so the model will have to make do with what is completed on the day of the shoot. Now, I will announce the pairings." I stand there, trying to process everything Miss Y just said. Five outfits? Using designer and couture methods? How will I maintain my flawless average? I'm in the middle of mourning my GPA when I hear my name. "... With Rin Kagawa."

I look up, startled. The jerk from earlier smirks at me again. Oh no…

He puts his arm around me and sighs, "Guess you lucked out, Rin Kagawa. I'm Len Kagamine, swimsuit model."

I push him away. "Oh yeah, I'm so happy I get to work with an arrogant jerk. Who doesn't, right?"

The smirk falls off his face. "Bitch."

"Idiot."

"Whore."

"Asshole."

Miss Y overhears my insult; and only mine. Fantastic. "Please refrain from immature insults, Rin Kagawa. It is very unprofessional of you."

I'm about to protest but decide to go with a weak "sorry." I glare at him as she walks away. His smirk makes an appearance again. "Just show me your drawings, jerk." I refuse to acknowledge him by his name.

"Fine, slut." He takes the stack of paper and tosses it in the air. Pictures and diagrams rain down on me and scatter onto the floor.

"What the hell are you-"

"Pick them up." I stare at him in disbelief. He turns around and returns to his obnoxious socializing.

I can't believe this. I imagined my first class to be inspirational, not this crap. Why did I get paired with this jerk? And how is he a model anyways? He's hideous. I glance at him across the room and he has a girl in each arm. Ew. Why would anyone like him? He has no charm whatsoever and he has a disgusting smirk. I continue complaining to myself as I kneel down and begin picking up the drawings. My future career is more important than my pride, after all. Someone hands me a sheet and I look up. "Oh, thanks." I smile for the first time today.

He returns my smile. "No problem. I'm Rei Kagene. Did you drop your client's portfolio?"

"Something like that. I'm Rin Kagawa." It's weird hearing someone call the jerk my "client," because I have always imagined my first client to be mature and respected. I sigh internally.

"Okay." He kneels down next to me and starts helping me. I smile again gratefully. Man, why can't the jerk be this nice?

We finish collecting them after a few minutes and he stands quietly as I organize them. Rei is polite too. Wow. "So… Are you a model or a designer?"

He laughs, "isn't it obvious?"

"I'm not very perceptive."

"Ah fine, I'm a designer. My client is Lenka Kagamine."

"Kagamine? Is she the jerk's sister then?"

"The jerk?" Oops.

"Len, I mean." Please don't ask me about it.

He doesn't. "Oh, yeah." I'm about to ask him what she's like when the bell signals the end of class.

Miss Y's voice rings throughout the room. "Your homework is to call your client over the weekend and discuss the portfolio. Be prepared to share what you talked about with the class next week. This will make you practice your communication skills."

Fantastic.

Len POV

I have to call that slut? Shit. She's going to ruin my day again. Seriously, that girl cannot take a joke. And god, she's ugly. Okinawa School of Design and Modeling? More like Okinawa School of Girls With Disgusting Figures. My perception of this school just lowered because of that girl. Why would they even accept someone like her? She's such a tryhard. "Hey jerk!" I hear.

"What now?!" I'm done with my 'you're-so-into-me' act. She's not even hot.

"... Give me your number."

Oh, she's making this way too easy. I smirk, "You regret being a bitch to the hottest guy in school huh? Why don't you try apologizing first? That way I might actually consider texting you."

"It's for the homework, idiot. Why would I want to text you?!"

"You know, playing hard to get only works if you're pretty."

She breathes in deeply like she's trying to be a monk or something. Pathetic. "I don't care what you think of me."

"I never said you did."

"Why are you being so difficult? I just want a good grade, alright?!" She almost sounds frantic.

Wow, she really does care. Damn. Too bad I don't. But… "You know what? If you do whatever I tell you to do today, I'll give you my number." I can almost read her mind: One day of slavery to complete a homework assignment? Is it worth it?

"... Okay." You're going to regret this.

"Okay," I repeat, "go kiss…" A flashback of class comes to mind. "Rei."

The game is just starting.

A/N: Ha, Len is heartless. At least for now... R&R! xo, n1cole