Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Tutu. I hope y'all liked the first chapter. This one maybe longer, but I'm not really sure cause I typed it on my phone and I'm just retyping the story from there. Would you guys like it if I gave the characters last names? I wasn't really planning to at first, but now I want to do it cause it just seems kind of bland and unnatural having characters without having last names. Can you guys maybe send a few suggestions for each character and then I'll do the rest? You guys are a wonderful audience. And send me some feedback about my writing, I'd love to know what y'all think.
Ahiru's POV
So here I was; sitting in the same car and even breathing the same air as the high school jerk, Fakir. Not that I'm complaining, but this guy has a bit of a reputation…and a bit of a record too. Now I'm not saying that he strings girls along then breaks their hearts; that would make him a bad boy. No, I'm saying that he will flat out tell a girl, with no regard for her feeling at all, if she's ugly, grotesque, or equal to the dirt on the ground. Now I may be as clumsy as a duck, and having no friends may mean I have a bit of low self esteem, but I still have enough not to let a guy like him push me around.
"So are you gonna get out of the car, or are you just gonna sit there glaring at the world all day?" Speak of the devil. I grabbed my backpack and got out of the car . In a rush to get to my third period class without delay, I ran past Fakir almost tripping over myself in the process. Until a certain someone grabbed me by the wrist and spun me around so that I would be facing him.
"Where do ya think you're going princess?", he said giving me an intent stare that I couldn't help but think meant trouble. I'm just headed to class", I said with a low mutter; too afraid that he'll get even angrier. "Not until you apologize for this". Then he pointed on his shoes. At first I was as confused as a groom left at the altar on his wedding day, but then I saw it. It was really faint but you had to look really closely to see it.
I had scuffed his shoes. For a couple of seconds I just blinked, not sure how to react, then I doubled over with laughter. "What's so funny", he glared, looking dead serious. "I'm sorry, but you're acting like such a girl". I wiped a tear from my eye. Yeah, it was just that funny. But as soon as I saw how red his face was, and how piercing his black-orbed eyes were, I decided to stop. "Look, I'm sorry. These shoes look like they mean a lot to you. They must have been really expensive". "Yeah, no duh". He rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll make it up to you; how much did they cost? I'll buy you a new pair". He cupped his index finger and thumb to his chin, looking as if he wanted to take my offer. "Well, I guess that would be alright. Ok then, 400 dollars it is." I was about to agree to the price when I realized- 400 DOLLARS?!
I may be rich, but not even someone with a decent amount of money would pay 400 dollars for a pair of shoes that would probably get worn out tin the first month.
Did I forget to mention that I have this disease that makes me say my thoughts out loud no matter how embarrassing or rude it is? I call it "Smart Mouth Syndrome". When hearing this, Fakir's face got really smug.
"Can the princess not afford to buy some simple footwear?", he said while leaning down to my height and inching his face closer to mine after each passing second. Too close for my liking I might add. "It's not that it's too expensive to for me to buy", I said while trying to back away slowing, "it's just that it's seems a little much to spend on just shoes". He didn't seem to be offended by my answer. In fact, he looked amused. So he turned around, muttered something along the lines of "See you around princess", and just walked away. Without even a simple thank you. Oh well, what would you expect from a guy who spent more money on shoes than I spent on food in a few months? When I got out of my internal debate with myself, I decided that it was probably time for me to get to class.
Just before I got to the front door, I heard snickering and giggling coming from behind. When I turned around, I saw the most popular clique in the school. And the obvious head of it was Rue, wearing a sort of preppy outfit while the others matched in different colors. For a quick introduction, Rue's not like the stereotypical mean girl who does everything in her power to destroy you. She's not a bubble headed cheerleader either, and really doesn't have a thing for supremely athletic guys.
But don't be mistaken, she is the girlfriend of the school's most talented and gentlemanly dancer, Mytho. (A/N: I just couldn't imagine Mytho doing anything but dancing) I could never confess my crush to him. If he ever turned me down I think I would turn into a speck of light and fly away, never to be seen again. (A/N: Did you get my reference? :)) Anyway, when I went over and asked what so funny, she said the most astonishing thing: "Do you wanna sit with us at lunch?"
I was so dumbstruck that I stuttered around like an idiot until I got the word "yes" out. "Alright, see you then", she said with a twinkling smiling. Then her and her friends just pranced off. You may wonder why they might have been laughing when it's something as simple as sitting together at lunch. Believe me, I wanted to know as well.
Oh, shoot. I better head to class.
Alright, well I'm going to assume that some of you are confused. Why was Fakir so amused, and why were Rue and her friends laughing behind Ahiru's back when Rue's supposed to be the opposite of a mean girl? All will be revealed in the next chapter. And do you guys want Pike and Lillie in the story? I personally find them annoying, but if you guys want me to, I'll find a way to fit them in. Until next time.
