Shishido ran through the halls, his tennis bag thumping behind him.
Damn. Of all the days to forget something in class, it has to be today. Oh well, I think I'll make it to practice on time… He thought just as he bumped into something. Or rather, someone.
"Damn!" he cursed as he looked at the person he bumped into. It was a girl, already getting up. (description here)
"Sorry! I would love to help you up, but I have to run!" she yelled as she passed by Shishido. "Although I would be running when I get there anyway…" she muttered loud enough for Shishido to hear. He recognized her bag as a track bag. Shishido smirked. Sarcastic and tomboyish, both good qualities. According to me anyways. He got up and ran the rest of the way to practice. When he got there and changed, he saw Atobe, Choutarou, and Gakuto standing together.
"Why are you late by 3 minutes, ahn? Ore-sama was getting tired of waiting for you." Said Atobe in his superior tone. "40 laps."
"But Shishido-san might have had to do something important, so don't give him so many laps." Said Choutarou to Atobe.
"Pshh, him? He probably yelled at the teacher, cause he's just that dumb." Replied Gakuto.
"Oi, you-" started Shishido.
Atobe cut him off. "Even he's not that dumb, because he'd know that ore-sama would assign him even more laps. Taking your comment into consideration, Choutarou, ore-sama will be nice and make him run 30 laps."
"Gee, thanks." Said Shishido as he rolled his eyes.
"Want ore-sama to make it 50?" called Atobe.
"No thanks!" yelled Shishido as he started on his laps.
MAYUMI"S POV
"Damn it!" I cursed as I ran through the hallways, trying to make it to the track? before practice started. I had been wandering through the hallways aimlessly when I found myself in a part of the school that I had never been to before. What? Hyotei is a big school! And I wasn't really the best with directions either. I managed to get back to where I was before, but my lousy sense of direction took over and it took me a while to figure out where to go. You would think that with 2 years of being in Hyotei, my direction skills would be a little better, but no, there just has to be a new part added to the school every year and I would get lost. Honestly, isn't Hyotei big enough? Oh, to introduce myself. I am Erizawa Mayumi, third year, class 3- H. I did track, hence the track bag banging against my leg. I also skateboarded and was pretty good at it too. I went to competitions and stuff and won a few. I was also good at track, my speed and endurance rivaling those of Shishido Ryou, one of the regulars on the tennis team. All I knew about him was that he was good at running and was fast, that he worked hard and that he was on the tennis team with that brat Atobe. It's not that I hated Atobe. Oh no, not at all. I simply had issues with his personality and attitude. Okay, so maybe I hated him. While I was rolling my eyes at that pig's stupidity, I didn't notice someone running towards me until we ran into each other. I recognized the tennis bag and then realized that I had bumped into Shishido Ryou. I quickly got up. "Sorry! I would love to help you up, but I have to run!" I yelled as I passed by Shishido-san. "Although I would be running when I get there anyway…" I muttered loud enough for Shishido-san to hear. I left him sitting on the ground (not very polite, but I had to get to practice!) and ran all the way to the track. I finally made it and had my hands on my knees, panting but recovering my breath just as the captain made her way over to me. "Mayumi-chan, 10 laps for being late." She said. I nodded. "Okay, Akimoto-buchou!" I said, saluting her. As I started on my laps, I heard a "30 laps!" I sighed. Poor Shishido-san. Although I wouldn't mind, he never runs that much normally, but I guess it's okay since he has about the same speed and endurance that I do. Since I'm one of the better runners, I had no problem with doing extra laps. Oh, and do you know why I knew the "30 laps!" was directed to Shishido? Because Atobe was the one saying it and he was the captain of the tennis team. I'm glad our captain wasn't that harsh or egotistical. You can always tell when Atobe's speaking. His voice carries 'as a true Atobe's should." Dear me, what are the Atobes coming to these days? To have such a child like that should definitely improve the family's business. "Although, " I thought grudgingly, "he's good at his school subjects and business." His narcisstic personality and overbearing attitude was also another reason why I didn't like him, but apparently his fan girls did. They love the way that he thinks that the whole world should grovel at his feet, and his fan girls gladly comply. I sighed as I continued my laps, hoping that his descendants wouldn't be like him..
