Thank you for those who took time to read my first chapter, I hope you liked it and I also hope that you would read the chapters ahead. I was really encouraged that my first chapter exceeded my expectations! I just hope that you comment for any suggestions or something so I could improve this craft. :)

Lynca Blanchard: Yes, this is my first published story. I am glad that you liked it!

Jodeist, cagallifangurl and RoadyChrome: Thank you for liking my story. You should read the next chapters because I have lots in store for Cagalli and Athrun.

Here's the second chapter. Behold the updates in the 37th Street!


Cagalli gave her sandwich a bite, and then flung her head backwards as a sign of frustration, sending her uncombed hair into a messy look. "You should see him look at me, Caridad! It was like I was some dirt he was trying to get off his expensive shoes!"

She was at the school cafeteria's kitchen and just at the other side of the wall are the world's billionaires' spawns, also known as brats. She may have friends among those brats but she prefers to hang out in the kitchen where Caridad and her son are working. They are better to talk to, unlike the brats who talk of nothing but politics, business and Athrun Zala, which makes the population of Genesis Academy's population be classified into three: the Politicians, the Businessmen and the bimbos. She may be conversational to the first two topics but she still likes to hang out with Caridad and Kira.

"Your shoes are expensive," someone behind the pile of plates piped up.

"Shut up, Kira! I wasn't talking about my shoes or his shoes or anybody else's shoes. I was talking about how low he might be thinking about me. Anyway just hurry and finish washing the plates."

Kira walked away from the sink so Cagalli could see his face. He feigned a hurt look, "You just sounded like those brats."

Cagalli groaned and walked towards Kira. She rested her head on his shoulder, "You know I'm not like them, Kira."

Kira let out a huge grin,"Of course, I know that. Now get off me before Mum gets the wrong idea." Cagalli straightened herself.

"No, she's not that narrow-minded, right, Caridad?" Caridad only smiled at the two.

"Why do you bother yourself with Athrun Zala anyway? I thought you two don't talk or even look at each other," Kira went back to washing the dishes.

Cagalli was silent. No, they don't talk, not in front of everybody else anyway. And it has been a long time since they have talked. When she used to escape the Athha Mansion, she accidentally met Athrun. They were still kids then. There were bitter arguments at first but when they realized that neither of them knew why their families were fighting, they ended up playing with each other. They became playmates and friends. At their early age, they realized that it would be safe not to let anyone know about what happened. After two weeks, they managed to meet again until it was almost a regular meeting for them. Still no one knew about those meetings. They only stopped seeing each other when things became complicated for each of them.

"Ahem!" Kira interrupted her thoughts. "Are you sure that there's nothing going on between you and Zala? The way you're quiet and your eyes—"

"Oh no! I have to go!" Cagalli started to gather her things.

"Where are you off to?" Kira, suddenly suspicious, wiped his wet hands.

"I have to call Miriallia Haw about the outreach. See ya!" She patted Kira's cheeks and kissed Caridad on the cheek. She immediately got out before Kira could even figure that she was only escaping and stop her. She turned around after closing the door, an almost triumphant smile on her face, then she bumped into something—or someone.

"Oops! Careful where you're going," the someone said. Cagalli widened her eyes; that was Athrun's voice.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know I'd run into you," she said. Really, she should stop acting like a girl caught red-handed. She straightened herself up. "What are you doing here anyway? Someone as high and mighty like you shouldn't be seen in places like the kitchen."

"Tsk, tsk, Athha, it doesn't mean that if you're the only one cavorting with the cook, you're the only one allowed here in the kitchen," Athrun said maliciously.

"Cavorting!" Cagalli narrowed her eyes. "Is that how low you think of me?"

"Yes! Just like your father who affiliates himself with the naturals. Naturals are killers, Cagalli!"

"Leave my father out of this! My father is only giving a chance to those who deserve it. Not all naturals are killers, Athrun."

"Yes, they are! They killed my mother! It was a cold-blood murder and they should all pay for it!" Athrun's eyes turned into a dark shade of green. It was beautiful yet scary. Cagalli felt a cold chill.

"The people who killed Lenore Zala have already paid, Athrun! Don't blame all the naturals because but all are murderers."

Athrun pulled Cagalli by her shoulders. He was gripping her shoulders too tight that it scared her. "Why do you defend them so much, Cagalli? Are you turning like one of them, too? Are you sleeping with one of them? Is that why you—"Before Athrun could insult her more, Cagalli's hand found its way to Athrun's cheek already.

"Stop being bitter, Athrun. Grow up. I am one of the naturals, Athrun, or have you forgotten?" Athrun's hands fell to his sides and Cagalli walked away from him.