AN: This is my first attempt at writing fluff so… Anyways please enjoy I'm not sure how long this story will be, I may even be open to writing a few scenarios with this oc if you guys like her (just send in a suggestion and I'll see what I can do)
*Side note my brain is a little NSFW (don't judge me :P) so I'm contemplating a lemon in later chapters and don't worry there will be fair warning if that's not your cup of tea. (Side, side note will take NSFW requests within reason)
There he was across the classroom, head bent over his paper and pen in hand. Looking down at my own notes I let out a little sigh. Why did I even bother getting into this class? 4-1, the smarty-pants class my best friend had dubbed it.
"Yamazaki!"
My head snapped up. My classmates eyes were all staring at me, I peered through the curtain of hair that had fallen over my eyes at my Sensei. She did not look pleased; clearly she'd asked me a question. Between daydreaming and doodling in my notebook I seldom actually listened in class, it was a miracle that I'd made it through the first few exams.
"Sorry" I whispered bowing my head. My sensei sighed then proceeded to ask another student the same question.
Somehow I made it through to lunch. I quickly closed my notebook (no one needed to see my doodles) and took my leave.
"Yamazaki-san." I turned to the teacher's desk and walked over as the last of my classmates went for lunch.
"I'm sorry sensei, I'll try not to zone out in class."
"No Yamazaki-san that isn't what I called you here for." I gulped this couldn't be good. I immediately began thinking about anything that could have gotten me in trouble, sure I daydreamed way too much but I wasn't a bad kid (although I could be a little rude every so often but hey it's highschool).
"I checked the recent results of the exam and I'm sorry to say that you scored at the bottom. I'm concerned that your grades may not be high enough for this class."
"I'll try harder, I'll study more, I promise!" My hands were clutching my skirt and my head was bowed. Sure I had more friends in the other classes but it was embarrassing to have to move this far into the semester; it would feel like I was being labeled stupid.
"I know we've discussed this before, but are you sure you wouldn't be happier in another class?"
"No! Please sensei I can't do that maybe next year but not during the semester." She looked at me sympathetically I'm sure she understood were I was coming from. Sensei wasn't very old and she always could tell when her students were having troubles, it was part of the reason that we all trusted her so much; she was in a way one of us.
"Then maybe you could try studying within another student." My ears perked up, the suggestion sounded promising.
"I have someone in mind, there one of the top of the class and seem dedicated enough to have excellent study habits you can pick up on. Plus they're fairly easy to track down; I believe he's on the volleyball team."
My heart sank. There was only one person that she could be talking about. Sure there were two volleyball members in my class but only one of them could really be considered as one of the top students.
After I had finished talking to my sensei I left the classroom and looked around for someone I knew. Huh that's funny she's usually here by now, I thought as I looked for my best friend.
"Kei-chan! Kei-chan!" I whipped around looking for where the high-pitched voice was coming from. There she was, barreling down the hallway.
"Oomph" I said as my best friend practically jumped me.
'"Natsumi! What did I say about calling me that? It's Keiko, Kei makes me sound like a boy."
"I'm sorry, it's just to cute." She smiled like a child making her rosy cheeks puff out and squeezing her eyes shut. The fact that she was only 5 feet tall made her even more doll like. Though anyone that knew her like I did knew that looks could be deceiving, I had never met anyone with a more R rated mind than her (probably why we got along so well, there was just never a dull moment).
"Took you long enough to show up Keiko."
"Sorry Sensei wanted to talk to me."
"Don't apologize we need to find the others!" Natsumi led me down the busy hallways towards the courtyard, for a small person she sure walked fast.
"Did you get in trouble again Kei-chan?" I cringed at her nickname.
"No. I was suggested to ask someone for help studying."
"Well that doesn't sound to bad." Natsumi stopped walking when she saw my face. I was never good at hiding my feelings and I must have looked as uncomfortable as I felt.
"Noooo! She told you to as Tsukishima!?" Natsumi looked positively ecstatic.
"This is perfect you have the biggest cru-…"
"Shut up Natsumi!" I yelled clamping a hand over her mouth.
"mrph a bla mmm."
"I will release you if you promise to be quiet." I waited a moment for Natsumi to nod in defeat then slowly I moved my hand from her face.
"I don't see why you make such a bid deal about it just go tell the boy." I opened the door next to us and we both stepped into the courtyard.
"It's not that easy, I mean I barely talk to the guy."
"Keiko! Natsumi!" Another girl sat with two more was seated on a bench waving frantically to the pair of us. We made our way over to their secluded corner.
"Big news Saya! Kei-chan is going to ask out Tsukishima." The girl who had been waving to us clapped her hands together in delight.
"Finally Keiko." She wasn't the only one that looked pleased, our other two friends, twins Mai and Tomo, were giggling and smiling as well.
"I never said that Natsumi! And you three stop smiling like idiot!" I crossed my arms, and blew my annoyingly long bangs out of my eyes.
"You're asking him to help you study. Study, dating same thing." Natsumi interjected. There was just no reason arguing with them. We'd all met in junior high art class. After an event now called the art explosion landed the five of us in detention we had all taken an immediate like to each other and had been friends ever since. I pulled out my bento and sat down with Natsumi, who was still going on about how her little Kei-chan was growing up, and we continued to talk until the end of lunch.