Hey minna-san! I know. I should be updating Always and not this piece of crap, but I have absolutely NO idea on how to tackle the seventh chapter and then this story came to mind. Flames are welcome since I got this little thing called a fire extinguisher.

And when I caught myself

I had to stop myself

From saying something that I should have never thought of you

Of you

You're pushing and pulling me down to you

But I don't know what I want

No, I don't know what I want

I belted out the lyrics of my favorite song, unaware of eight pairs of interested eyes following my every move.

Humming softly to the music from my Ipod, I surveyed the gym with narrowed eyes. It was after school and everyone had gone home. Well, except for me.

After making sure that no one was watching me, I hurriedly took off my glasses and placed them safely on a bench. My vision blurred but whatever.

Taking one last look at my surroundings (although that wouldn't exactly have been productive since I couldn't see worth shit without my glasses), I shook my hair out of its' usual ponytail, feeling the curtain of wavy ebony hair fall down.

You're probably wondering why I'm here at my school gym at (checks watch) 7:30 in the evening.

Okay, so let's start from the beginning. I'm known as the school nerd, with absolutely NO friends. Now, don't leave yet! Just hear me out.

Okay, so the real reason I don't make friends is because none of them are true. They saw me as the nerdy girl and left it at that. I'm generally a friendly person, but I want friends who see past appearances. So I'm waiting.

All in all though, I'm not really UGLY. I'm actually kind of nice-looking (my mom calls me really pretty and so do my friends back in Hawaii but I personally don't think so) with my almond shaped hazel eyes although they are usually hidden from view by my glasses. I also have black hair. Not the lame-o boring kind of black. My mom always told me that I had the vibrant kind of black that stood out. I don't know if that's a bad thing, or a good thing. I mean, what about camouflage? So I hid my "vibrant" hair using sloppy ponytails.

I am kind of pretty, but I don't want them to see that. I want them to like me not just because of my outer appearance. So you see, I'm kind of the type who likes to test people when it comes to friendships.

Anyways, back to whatever I was doing. Oh right! In the gym, late at night.

Okay so here's another thing most people don't know about me. I took gymnastics back in America (where I spent the summer) and I got hooked. So to keep in practice, I do stretches every few days in the gym.

I stripped down to my deep blue sports bra with the black lining and my favorite pair of jogging pants, turning my Ipod's volume up.

First I did splits, adjusting my rhythm to match that of the music. Then cartwheels (A/N: Forgive me, I don't know much about gymnastics), and seven flips.

Five minutes later, I came to my usual ending move. I ran to a wooden bench, climbed on it in one swift move and jumped, tucking my head into my stomach, my hands around my knees. I felt the breeze of air around me before I landed steadily.

Clap Clap Clap

I whizzed around, my mouth slightly agape. There, standing in front of me were eight teenage boys who looked to be about my age except for a dark one who scared the crap out of me.

"Ore-sama did not know you could do those things," one guy with a mole smirked, his hands still lingering in a clapping position.

"Ore-sama? Who in Pittsburgh is Ore-sama?" I cocked my head to the right, wishing I had never come to the stupid gym. I felt my face begin to heat up. No one was supposed to see me without my glasses. Only my friends had that privilege. And as far as I knew, these people were not my friends.

A small guy with red hair snickered. He looked like Willy Wonka.

"How can you not know Ore-sama?! Ore-sama is the base of all things! He is on top of everything-"

"How can you be on top of everything when you're the base?" I muttered quietly, brushing my bangs in front of my face so that one of my hazel eyes were covered by a dark gauze. Key word being one.

A guy with a bandage coughed and said; "Hello, Fujiwara-san."

I turned to look at him, my eyes widening as I recognized him as one of my classmates.

"Oh. Hi." What was his name again? Shoshoda?

"Hm. I thought you were supposed to be the school nerd. You're way to pretty to be a nerd, ne!" an orange haired guy popped up next to me, childishly brushing my bangs away from my eyes with a silly grin. "Sugoi! You have nice eyes!"

My face turned into an extremely passably imitation of a tomato.

"Jirou, you're making her blush." I turned indignantly to a blue haired guy with round glasses.

"Nice...sports bra, Fujiwara-san," he lifted his eyebrows, amusement mirrored in his eyes.

I suddenly remembered what I was wearing. Shit. Heaven take me now.

"Aw, don't be embarassed, Fujiwara-san! You have a nice body!" The guy named Jirou piped up.

Okay. That did not help.

That was a pretty short chapter. Anyways, please tell me if you think I should continue this (which I will next Tuesday coz finals are coming and they will be OVER at last!) or if I should delete it. Anyways, I think I'm gonna keep writing it even if it is the crappiest piece of crap in Crap Town. Thanks for reading and sorry for not updating for so long! Don't worry. Summer is almost here and I will have all the time in the world to finish this. I swear I won't leave it unfinished. I swear to-ooh look! A chocolate bar!