Hey everybody! This is an idea I've had for two days now and I really like it. I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot. I love High School fics even though I'm not in high school anymore! Anyhow I'm sure you'll enjoy this fic and I'll definitely write this story to the end if you guys seem interested in it.

So, on with the first chapter!

She strutted down the stairs, holding her head impossibly high. Her meticulously cared for ebony hair was flat-ironed to long, straight, silky perfection, and it flowed freely down her shoulders. Streaked with platinum blonde highlights, of course. Each eyebrow was tweezed to form an impeccable, but unimpressed, arch. Her mascara was applied carefully so her eyelashes curved sky-high, and there certainly wasn't a single unseparated lash, either. Lightweight liquid makeup was evenly spread over her flawless face, and pink lipgloss gave her small, plump lips that shine.

But in spite of looking and being so damn pretty, Kaoru Kamiya was in a bad mood. A mood so bad that she could easily knock down anyone within a one-metre radius.

Why?

Because she was on her way to school. That place filled to the ceiling with THE biggest losers she had ever had the misfortune of casting eyes upon.

That aside, she entered the kitchen, where her father sat at the breakfast table, reading a newspaper, and her mother turned from the stove in surprise on hearing Kaoru's three-and-a-half-inch heels attack the tiled floor.

"Good morning, Kaoru," her gentle-natured mother greeted. Her brown eyes seemed pained, but still there was the faintest glimmer of hope in them. Maybe, just maybe, this would be the morning that her daughter would greet her normally.

Kaoru gave her mother an exasperated sidelong glance and didn't break her stride. "What's good about it? Get real, Mom."

"Shenjou..." Mrs. Kamiya sighed, looking at her husband.

"Mmm." was his unconcerned reply. He didn't even look up from behind his papers.

Then Kaoru's mother uttered a shocked gasp at the sight of her white ponytail skirt, which barely hung past Kaoru's behind.

"Kaoru! Is that what you're wearing to school? It's not appropriate!"

Kaoru scoffed. "Save it, Mom. I bought it last week AND wore it, or have you forgotten already? Hell, they didn't expel me or anything, right? Be happy."

"Shenjou, please, you have to look at her. We can't allow our seventeen-year-old daughter to leave this house like that," Mrs. Kamiya appealed to him in her faint voice.

"Like what?" he muttered. He still didn't look away from the morning newspaper.

Kaoru rolled her eyes and headed wordlessly for the front door.

"Aren't you...going to have your breakfast?" her mother questioned in a desperate tone.

"I'll buy some crap at school. I told you: stop worrying. Be. HAPPY." Kaoru walked out the door and slammed it shut behind her.

Beside the sidewalk which was in front of her middle-class home, a black limousine waited. Not her limousine, of course. Kaoru opened the back passenger door and got in.

"Hi, Kaoru," her friend Misao Makamichi greeted cheerfully.

Kaoru smiled sweetly at her. She loved the way Misao praised and and even imitated her.

"Hi."

Her other friend, Megumi Takani, was less pleased. "Ugh, do you have to spend ALL morning on your hair?" She tossed her own lengthy black hair in annoyance, a pout on her very red lips.

"Spent it on my face, actually," Kaoru retorted sarcastically as the car moved off.

"W-we're late for school," Misao said quietly after looking at her watch. She was truly concerned about her academic performance, unlike the other two.

Kaoru narrowed her azure eyes and raised her eyebrow conspiratorially. "Sweetheart. How many times do I have to tell you: getting to school early will NEVER get you a man?"

Misao sighed. "I know..."

"Must you always be such a whiner?" Megumi's deep voice complained.

"Shut up!" Kaoru snapped at her. "At least she's got Aoshi. Who've you got, huh? I hate it when people just think they're all that!"

Megumi bit her lip. She knew her tongue got out of control sometimes, but she had always been one to speak her mind. It was so unfair that Kaoru was the only one who could say and do whatever she wanted. But if Kaoru rejected her, and Megumi was no longer one part of their three-girl clique, what would she do? She shuddered at the thought of being one of those pitiful nobodies who didn't even look good and couldn't even catch a "man's" attention. And what would people, all those people she had insulted, all those girls whose spirits she had trampled upon, what would they say?

It would be the end of her life, she was sure, or as she said, "my life would SO be over."

So she plastered a fake smile on her face. "Sorry, Kaoru. You know I don't mean to make you mad." She made a babyish face and stretched out her arms.

Kaoru grinned. "Aww, I know, it's okay 'Gumieee! I still love youuu!!" They hugged each other while making silly baby sounds and giggling girlishly.

"I love you too Pwincezz!" Megumi returned, just as ridiculously.

"And we all love our Baby Sao-ie, don't we?" Kaoru crooned.

The three girls grinned. "Group hug!" they shrieked; and Megumi and Kaoru hugged Misao tightly, nearly suffocating the small girl.

Thus, all conflict was resolved and definitely by the time the limo pulled up in front of the school building, the three all loved one another dearly.

They all stepped out in style, their hair blowing charmingly in the breeze...and then Kaoru fell in love.

She nudged Megumi violently, making her jump. "My god," Kaoru whispered in awe, "can't you see him?!"

"Huh?" Megumi looked through the small bunch of students walking up and down in front of them--some walking up the "uh, I dunno, about, like, a thousand million and one stairs?!" leading to the school's entrance; others leaving for whatever reason.

Then she spotted "him."

"He" was just about to begin ascending the stairs, obviously enjoying himself thoroughly while chatting with his two friends--who weren't bad-looking either, in her opinion. But he stood out, with his long, blood red hair that was tied back into a low ponytail, his shining gold-tinged violet eyes and that confident, drop-dead gorgeous smile on his pouty lips.

He...was walking perfection.

And right then and there, Kaoru had already booked V.V.I.P. special reserve or whatever tickets for that guy. He was definitely going to be hers.

And if Megumi was getting any funny ideas about trying to grab him, she had to forget them as soon as Kaoru said, "He's going to be MINE."

But, as they always say, you should NEVER judge a book by its cover. However the word "book" was not acknowledged in Kaoru's vocabulary.

Unfortunately.