Life never seemed to go the way I needed it to. Just a month before my last year of high school my parents announced that we would be moving from Shizuoka to Kanagawa in a matter of weeks; ripping me from my best friend and placing me within a mile of my sworn enemy. That's basically the story of how I ended up here, in Kaijo High, slowly being nudged to death by an unknown assailant. I opened one eye that revealed my attacker to be a petite girl with light purple hair. "Haizawa-kun, can you please wake up?" she pleaded with me.

I slowly uncurled myself, and noticing the students in my class had dispersed into groups asked, "What's going on?"

"Takeuchi-sensei assigned a group project and he chose the groups. Sensei told us to tell you the assignment's online when you woke up, but I thought we'd get more work done if you were awake today," the lavender headed girl answered.

I snorted in a quite unladylike manner at the mention of my beloved Japanese History teacher. It was only two weeks into the school year and he, like many who had come before him, had given up on me completely. I guess I have a reputation for being a "bad girl", but I'm just unconventional to the extreme. Hell would freeze over before you saw me in a skirt, so I swapped the normal schoolgirl uniform for a white, short sleeved, button down shirt which was only ever half tucked in and a pair of black skinny jeans. I wear heels all the time because I have short legs and the word sensible is not in my vocabulary. I sleep in a lot of my classes because I don't like to sleep at night and I have been accused of being slightly abrasive to other humans. All of these things have caused me to be labeled as a bad girl, but I think that's inaccurate. All of my questionable behaviour stems from the fact that I simply care more about what I want than what other people want of me; if people wanted to brand me correctly they should start calling me a selfish girl, not a bad one.

The girl chuckled at my snort, "Anyway, Haizawa-,"

"Shira," I interrupted her, "Call me Shira."

A small smile played on her lips, "Shira, I'm Rima Takashi and this is-"

"I know who he is," I interrupted her again while looking at the third member of our group; who was currently a blushing mess refusing to meet our eyes.

The boy is Kasamatsu Yukio, an acquaintance of my enemy and someone I must avoid getting too chummy with. Although that doesn't seem like it'll be a problem given the fact he can't even look at my face. I yawned and said, "How about this you guys, let me sleep, and we can work on this after school."

"I, HAVE a-a baske-t-t-t-ball ga-me TODAY," Kasamatsu half stuttered, half shouted.

I winced at the loudness of his voice, "Okay then, we'll work after your game, and Rima, why do you have the cutest pout on your face right now?

"I just realized that you two both have really pretty blue eyes and I'm jealous," she said childishly.

"What are you talking about Rima, your eyes are prettiest shade of pink. They remind me of bubblegum; I bet the rest of you tastes as sweet as your eyes look," I said with a hint of seduction in my voice.

I turned to a beet red Kasamatsu as Rima puffed her blushing cheeks out at me and said to him, "You wish you were as smooth as me" and then proceeded to go back to sleep for the rest of class.

When I woke up I guess it was lunch because Rima was sitting across from me, unwrapping a bento. Noticing I was awake she offered me some of her food, which I gladly accepted. My head lying on the desk I whined at her, "Rima, feed me."

"I'm not going to feed you because you're too lazy as it is," Rima replied.

"It's not that, it just has always been my dream for a cute loli like you to feed me," I said wholeheartedly.

"I am not a loli," she huffed as she shoved a piece of omelette in my mouth."

"Hey, do you have any classes after this?" She asked me as I chewed.

I swallowed, "No, but most third years don't; why?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go watch the basketball game with me," Rima asked tentatively.

"No," I replied quickly.

"Why not, there's this really beautiful player and this is our chance to get a good spot to watch the game before his fangirls get out of their classes," Rima begged.

"Do you like him?" I asked, fully aware of who she was talking about.

She clasped her fingers together, "Well he's a first year and I'm a third year."

I snorted, "You're two years older, it doesn't necessarily make you a cougar."

"I couldn't say I like him, because I don't know him, but I like the way he looks. Do you think I'm shallow now?" Rima asked me as she pushed more food into my mouth.

"Not really, boy's hella fine, but you're talking to someone who would set him on fire if that sort of thing was legal," I answered while chewing.

"You hate him?" Rima asked.

I nodded. She looked at me and pleaded, "Please Shira, I don't want to go alone."

"Why don't you ask your friends to go with you?" I questioned.

Shira looked away, "I don't really have any...I'm pretty shy, unlike you."

I sighed, "I'm shy too, only I'm angry shy, so most people just assume I'm a bitch."

Rima laughed, and I groaned, "Against my better judgement, I shall accompany you to this basketball game, my newly found friend."

As if the universe was agreeing with my decision, the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, and Rima and I headed to the gym.

Upon entering the gym, there was a decent sized crowd of female and male seniors, nothing in comparison to the massive second and first year fan base that would surely bombard the gym at the end of school. As we watched the game start Rima asked me, "So which school did you go to before here?"

"Fukuda." I answered plainly.

"I hear they have a great basketball team," Rima said cheerfully.

"I guess," I replied.

"What middle school did you go to?" Rima inquired.

"Teiko," I replied once more.

Her eyes widened, "Isn't that where Kise went, did something happen between you two during middle school to make you hate him?" she asked.

"I didn't know him in middle school. In fact, I've never met him," I admitted.

"Then how can you say you hate him if you don't even know him," Rima chided.

I looked at her, "All you need to know my sweet loli, is that blonde bimbo is an enemy by association."

She looked at me quizzically before bursting into laughter, "Did you just call him a bimbo?"

"That I did," I said.

We watched the game in silence after that. About halfway through the game Kise's fan base showed up and almost crushed us to death. We managed to stay alive till the end of the game when most of them left and wandered around the gym, hoping to corner their beloved idol. "We should probably head down and get Kasamatsu for the project," Rima said.

I nodded in agreement and followed her. When we entered the gym, Kasamatsu was in the middle of a very captainy sounding speech; holding a basketball in his hand he said, "...even though we were victorious today, we need to keep pushing our limits. I'm very proud of everyone on this team," he ended.

I started clapping, which attracted the attention of the basketball players. I started walking towards them saying, "You're supposed to clap after someone gives a speech, come on guys."

With that, the players started clapping vigorously until Kasamatsu shouted, "Shut up you idiots!" and turned to Rima and I saying, "WHY AA-RE you-u-u guys here?"

"The project, remember Kasamatsu?" was Rima's reply.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance, "This is going to get annoying real quick. Kasamatsu, open your mouth."

He was stunned, but complied. I wasted no time in attacking, much to the shock of those around us. The warning I had given myself earlier floated in my head.