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This is my first story so if it is horrible I'm sorry. I'd love pointers and advice.

I left the little twit of a girl on the ground. She was just sitting there staring up at me like all the other star struck little girls that threw themselves at me. You would think they would find original ways to get me to notice them. It never failed, I couldn't go anywhere without my own personal fan club. When would they understand no matter how much makeup they slopped on their faces or how many times they "accidently" ran into me I wouldn't give them the time of day? Day in day out it was the same. As soon as they saw my handsome face or how wealthy I was they would try all kinds of stupid tricks. Not once had one of them really tried to get to know me for me, rather what I could do for them. Not that they would like me once they realized I only cared about school and not love. What a stupid notion, falling in love. Deciding I already need a break I slip into the Crowne Arcade for a coffee. I quietly slide into my booth in the way back and wait for Motoki to come to me. He is the only person I can really consider a friend and say that knows me. Within seconds a cup of hot steaming black coffee is placed in front of me.

"Rough morning already Mamoru-kun?" he asks.

"Can't even get out the door anymore. Can't they come up with new tactics? Another one slammed into me today, and then she just sat on the ground staring up at me." I shake my head and take a sip of my drink.

"Wish that would happen to me man," he replies winking. I know he is only trying to cheer me up. There are plenty of girls that fawn over him. He is always happy and smiling; in fact I don't think I've ever seen a frown on his face. I finish up my coffee and talk to him for a few minutes before I get up to head to class.

"I'll talk to you later" I tell him as I'm walking out. As usual he just waves and goes back to cleaning his counter. I swear one day he is going to rub a hole in that thing. I make my way leisurely to my class. I always leave early; I hate to be late for anything. It just throws off my entire day and aggravates me to no end. Even after stopping to talk to Motoki I have 15 minutes to kill so I take a seat and pull out a physics book.

"Hey Mamoru-san," a voice whispers in my ear quietly. Shivers run down my spine as I recognize the voice.

"Beryl," her name comes out icy, showing every inch of my dislike for this woman. "What do you want?" Obviously she is too dense to understand I do not want her near me. I feel her chest press against my shoulder as she leans in closer.

"Ah is that any way to talk to your girlfriend handsome." I want to gag. None to gently I push her away from me and respond.

"You are not nor ever will be my girlfriend so please refrain from touching me. "

A look of pure displeasure washes over her face. Where does she get off approaching me like that? I completely ignore her and return to my book. Sometimes I really wish I was just a normal plain guy. I mean is it too much to ask for a few minutes of peace and quiet. After a few more minutes of my silence Beryl gets the hint and walks to her seat at the other end of the room. I sigh in contentment and actually return to reading. This day cannot get any worse.