iN tHe ClAsS rOom.
He watches her, as he sits in his desk in the back of the room. He's only 14, yet he as strong feelings for her than most could have in a life time. But he was a thug. And she was a star. That kind of girl is out of reach for me, he thought sadly, while gazing at her beauty. He over-developed bust and hot pink, soft, lips seemed to be teasing him, and thus he grunted silently in frustration. To vent in the only way he could now, he scribbled down a poem.
Look at her. I LOVE HER With my stupid blond hair Because I'm simply not fit
Sitting there
Completely Unaware
I am so screwed
SHE HATES ME
I don't know what to do
I'm just that Yankee In the back of the class
I think she'd mind if I grabbed her ass.
And these stupid golden eyes.
I hate it all. Except for her.
She's my everything
For the world's shining star
So I'll keep it this way;
Admiring from afar
And protect her from the little things
And make sure she's always fine
I simply cannot have her
No matter how much I want her
So I just sit here and stare at her
Loving her so much it hurts
BRRRRRRRRRRRING!!
Darn, he thought piteously. School's over. Now I can't see her till tomorrow. He gloomily gathered his books and trudged out the door. He thought about that brown-eyed girl as he went to his shoe locker. Quickly lacing his outdoor-shoes, he emerged from the building. As he strolled forlornly towards his home, he caught a glimpse of that girl.
That brown-eyed girl
He hid quickly behind a conveniently located brick wall as he gazed at her lovingly. He watched her as she chatted giddily with her friends, and patted the head of her companion's pet. It was a rather adorable little kitten but it his respect, nothing more than a stupid little source of joy for foolish people who can live comfy and care-free lives. But as he gazed, he felt his face grow hot. A crimson color undoubtedly, and he wished it would go away. Far, far away. Unfortunately, that glowing scarlet hadn't the slightest intention of leaving anytime soon. He felt as stabbing at his chest as that thing arrived. That slivery-blue haired pretty boy arrived and kissed his beloved brown eyed girl.
"Hey Sana," kiss cooed, raping his arm around her waist.
"Naozumi!" she grunted. "Please stop doing that." She looked at the arriving crowed. "it draws people."
"why do you think I do it?" he chuckled, rubbing her waist, as he dreamed of her screaming his name. She will be mine. As he went thought his somewhat perverted fantasy, Sana sighed angrily, and then elbowed the teen in his lower region, causing him to yelp out in pain.
"Like I said," she huffed. "Keep your paws off me." She narrowed her eyes. "Just and the tabloids say we should date--"
"We should date!" the boy whined. "The public demands it!"
"and?" she turned and stormed off. Honestly, she stopped though Kanajima square. Just because we're both actors! She turned the corner, And he thinks similar pasts always lead to compatibility…the jerk! She turned to a shop window, to see a poster of herself above it on a brick wall. Her hair blowing, an advertisement for shampoo of some kind. She didn't remember. It was one of those little things she simply coulsn't remember, there had been so many of them. She walked a few meters before coming across yet another picture of herself. Her reddish-brow hair blowing, her chocolat orb glowing, and he perfect smile gleaming. She read the poster.
"Sana Kurata
Live at the Kshamiagako Center
May 30th…"
Shed forgotten about that particular appearance. Sana Kurata, only 14 years old, but the most known, respected, and loved actress in all of Asia; and Japan proudly called her its own. She'd acting ever since she was four to fulfill her promise to her beloved mother, the award-winning author Misako Kurata. Mama...i love to act, but I hate the paparazzi all in my business. I hate it. I can't even fall in love. Her heart skipped a beat, remembering that boy from school. I guess I already have, she blushed slightly, remembering his cute but messy blond hair and golden eyes. If your not caeful, it is impossible not to get lost in them. But he was a thug, and she was a star. Each time she tried to get to know him he pushed her away.
flashback
"Hey!" he heard a call from behind.
"whadaya want, star girl?" he grunted, his bangs covering his eyes as her peered at his book.
"Wanna eat lunch together?" she asked, sitting next to him.
"Leave." He growled coldly, not once looking away from the pages in his book. For he knew if he looked away, he'd get lost in her warm chocolate eyes. His brown eyed girl.
"why?" she questioned, puffing out her glossy, hot pink lower lip.
"I'll ruin your image. Now scram, star girl." He flicked his hand away, motioning her to leave. Sana was not at all pleased with the repeated 'star girl'
"Call me by my name!" roared the brown eyed girl. She was sick of the name. He called her that every time she tried to approach him since elementary school.
He flipped a page. "Don't know it." She was taken back, half way thinking he was joking. But a gang leader like him doesn't joke.
"But it's all over TV!"
"So?" she scoffed, shifting his legs. "Maybe I don't watch TV."
She crossed her arms and pursed her glossy lips. "why are you so mean?" she questioned. She thought it was a terrible shame that someone as good looking as him was so caught up in a bad situation.
He simply shrugged. "I feel like it, I guess."
She scrambled over a bit closer to him. "Why are you in a gang?" she asked, perusing him as he scooted away. "You could get hurt, arrested, or maybe even killed!"
"so?" he said in monotone. Apparently, there was no getting through to the boy.
"what do you mean so?"
he stood up and turned away. "it's not like anyone would miss me if I was gone. Who gives a damn?" he snickered. "Certainly not star girl." And with that he left her under that Sakura tree, as she clung to that necklace.
end of flashback
She picked that necklace out of her pocket and sighed. It was the white half of a yin-yang sign. She ran her delicate fingers over it. That boy…named Akito Hayama…my little blonde-haired boy…
Not to far away, she was being followed by the very same boy she was day-dreaming of. They were in love, but and discarded the idea that the other loved them as well. Because hey, how can Miss. Perfect date Mr. Hooligan?
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