Disclaimer: Zane and the story belongs to me. The rest of it belongs to Miwa Ueda.
It always had to happen this way. I get kicked out of one school, only to be forced to go to another one by my father. I guess he just could not accept the fact that maybe, just maybe I wasn't supposed to actually go to school. He knew that I had the skills one would need to run his company someday. There was no reason for me to waste my time in classes that wouldn't benefit me in any way in the future. He never saw that. Hence why I'm always stuck going to school after school. There was no purpose to this.
That's what I said to myself each time I was forced to go to a new high school. I said it so much, that it actually became my tenet. School is a waste, get kicked out of this one before it gets to your head. And by the time my father forced me to this fourth (and last) high school in the area, I knew I was almost free. Almost... almost...
Until I met her.
I was walking down the street to my latest prison (high school), smoking a clove from the pack that I had received from a very attractive woman at a club last night. I had my headphones on, and I was listening to Marilyn Manson, a band that I had become attracted to while I was living in America for the short time I did. Maybe that's why I didn't notice the girl in front of me. Maybe that's why I ran into her.
She stumbled, but I managed to recover myself before taking an unattractive plummet to the street. Yanking off my headphones, I looked down to glare at the bitch who had just crossed my path. I was about to say something very scalding and rather unpolite before I caught myself staring. She was dressed in the uniform of the high school I was going to. Not to mention she looked very much like the type of bimbo I used to hook up with when I was in America. Slender, hot, tanned, and blonde.
"Just watch where you're going, buddy!" she said to me as she picked herself up off the street and gathered up her books. "That was so uncool."
I remember my lecher of a father used to tell me that Japanese whores had a tendency to wear schoolgirl outfits when they were selling themselves. Something about men being turned on by girls with white panties and those naughty-implying schoolgirl outfits. I had no idea what was so great about them. Most schoolgirls never put out, anyway, especially the Japanese ones. It was like living a false lie. Whatever, though.
She was pretty attractive, schoolgirl or whore, I wasn't quite sure which. Being as blunt as I usually am, I had no shame in propositioning her. "So, baby, what's your going price?"
Her eyes lit with a very angry flame. Ouch. I guess she's not a whore. "I am NOT some beach bunny bimbo that just wants to go around and sleep with guys. Leave me alone!"
Stay cool, Zane, stay cool. You're smooth, you've dealt with this kind of shit before. Accidents happen, right? "I'm just messing around. So, you go to that school over there?" I pointed in the direction I was walking.
"Go away, you pervert," she retorted harshly, tucking all her books back in her arms, still glaring at me. Before I realized it, a guy had approached us. He threw a wary look at me, before looking to the girl.
"Hey Momo, is this guy bothering you?" the guy asked. He was blonde, just about as tall as I am. He had a look on his face that implied that if I was about to mess with her, he was going to kick my ass. I didn't back down, I stared him down. So, her name is Momo, eh? I would be good to remember that.
"He just tried to proposition me for sex," she said, grabbing onto his arm. "C'mon, Toji, let's just go to class." She threw a nasty glare at me, before tugging him in the direction of the building I was doomed to go to school in for at least a couple days.
I just watched them walk off, not quite sure what to say. Damn, she had a nice ass. Maybe that wasn't what I wanted to say. So, was that Toji her boyfriend? Might make having fun with her more difficult. Eh. It wasn't surprising that they both made their way into the gate of the school that I would be going to. Great. Fuck. This wasn't the way I wanted to start my short term here. But, not like my reputation really mattered. I took a heavy drag off of what was left of my clove and put it out underneath my boot. Running my fingers through my red-streaked black hair, I took a deep breath and walked in the same path that Momo and her boy Toji took.
Time for me to raise some hell.
It always had to happen this way. I get kicked out of one school, only to be forced to go to another one by my father. I guess he just could not accept the fact that maybe, just maybe I wasn't supposed to actually go to school. He knew that I had the skills one would need to run his company someday. There was no reason for me to waste my time in classes that wouldn't benefit me in any way in the future. He never saw that. Hence why I'm always stuck going to school after school. There was no purpose to this.
That's what I said to myself each time I was forced to go to a new high school. I said it so much, that it actually became my tenet. School is a waste, get kicked out of this one before it gets to your head. And by the time my father forced me to this fourth (and last) high school in the area, I knew I was almost free. Almost... almost...
Until I met her.
I was walking down the street to my latest prison (high school), smoking a clove from the pack that I had received from a very attractive woman at a club last night. I had my headphones on, and I was listening to Marilyn Manson, a band that I had become attracted to while I was living in America for the short time I did. Maybe that's why I didn't notice the girl in front of me. Maybe that's why I ran into her.
She stumbled, but I managed to recover myself before taking an unattractive plummet to the street. Yanking off my headphones, I looked down to glare at the bitch who had just crossed my path. I was about to say something very scalding and rather unpolite before I caught myself staring. She was dressed in the uniform of the high school I was going to. Not to mention she looked very much like the type of bimbo I used to hook up with when I was in America. Slender, hot, tanned, and blonde.
"Just watch where you're going, buddy!" she said to me as she picked herself up off the street and gathered up her books. "That was so uncool."
I remember my lecher of a father used to tell me that Japanese whores had a tendency to wear schoolgirl outfits when they were selling themselves. Something about men being turned on by girls with white panties and those naughty-implying schoolgirl outfits. I had no idea what was so great about them. Most schoolgirls never put out, anyway, especially the Japanese ones. It was like living a false lie. Whatever, though.
She was pretty attractive, schoolgirl or whore, I wasn't quite sure which. Being as blunt as I usually am, I had no shame in propositioning her. "So, baby, what's your going price?"
Her eyes lit with a very angry flame. Ouch. I guess she's not a whore. "I am NOT some beach bunny bimbo that just wants to go around and sleep with guys. Leave me alone!"
Stay cool, Zane, stay cool. You're smooth, you've dealt with this kind of shit before. Accidents happen, right? "I'm just messing around. So, you go to that school over there?" I pointed in the direction I was walking.
"Go away, you pervert," she retorted harshly, tucking all her books back in her arms, still glaring at me. Before I realized it, a guy had approached us. He threw a wary look at me, before looking to the girl.
"Hey Momo, is this guy bothering you?" the guy asked. He was blonde, just about as tall as I am. He had a look on his face that implied that if I was about to mess with her, he was going to kick my ass. I didn't back down, I stared him down. So, her name is Momo, eh? I would be good to remember that.
"He just tried to proposition me for sex," she said, grabbing onto his arm. "C'mon, Toji, let's just go to class." She threw a nasty glare at me, before tugging him in the direction of the building I was doomed to go to school in for at least a couple days.
I just watched them walk off, not quite sure what to say. Damn, she had a nice ass. Maybe that wasn't what I wanted to say. So, was that Toji her boyfriend? Might make having fun with her more difficult. Eh. It wasn't surprising that they both made their way into the gate of the school that I would be going to. Great. Fuck. This wasn't the way I wanted to start my short term here. But, not like my reputation really mattered. I took a heavy drag off of what was left of my clove and put it out underneath my boot. Running my fingers through my red-streaked black hair, I took a deep breath and walked in the same path that Momo and her boy Toji took.
Time for me to raise some hell.