I looked at straight into his violet eyes.
Not even batting an eyelash, I said in a cool tone. "I have a name, Ikuto."
A look of astonishment was pasted against his friend's faces.
Apparently, a girl would either, (A. Swoon, (B. Squeal, or (C, faint.
I wasn't going down that path without biting and clawing my way down.
Many of the girls were giving me icy glares. How dare I talk to their Ikuto?
Ikuto's face was different from his friends. He didn't look astonished or even a bit surprised. He-He looked.. AMUSED?!
"So," I said, tapping my nails against the smooth surface of the table. "What do you want from me, hm?"
Ikuto frowned. Uh-Oh. "How dare you talk like that to me?! My father OWNS this school!"
A fist of angry fear clutched my heart. I had been here only one day and I was probably going to get expelled already?
I stood straight up abruptly, knocking my chair backwards in the process.
Ikuto gave me a pretend pouty look. "Aww, is the little strawberry sad, hm? Too bad you're getting expelled, too. Your kind of cute."
"So what?" I spat back through gritted teeth. I was seething mad. "Your only his son! He makes all the decisions here, not you! Don't be so full of it!" I closed my eyes in anger.
Before I knew it, a sharp slapping sound was heard.
Oh no. I didn't. I couldn't have, could I?
Apparently so. Ikuto's face now had a cherry red handprint on the right side.
Ikuto's expression was so funny I could have laughed. Except for his face,
everything else was going horribly wrong.
Everyone stood stock still with wide eyes. Then a chuckling sound came from the rusty haired boy, breaking the heavy cloud of silence that was hanging over the room.
Kukai. Right?
Ikuto glared daggers at me, sighed, and snapped his fingers calmly. "Sayya! Lulu!"
The blond and brown haired girls ran up without a word. The brown haired girl, Sayya, pulled a white bottle out of her prada handbag and the blond girl, Lulu, gently put a rectangular piece of gauze in the bottle, submerging it in the fluid. Lulu pulled it out and began to dab it on the side of his face where I slapped him.
Ikuto watched me calmly, occasionally wincing.
Still standing, I carefully brushed a piece of my hair out of my face.
"We're done, Ikuto!" Saaya and Lulu squealed.
He gave them a fake smile. "Well done, girls. Thank you for the help."
They both ran back to their seats and sat, but glued their eyes to me and Ikuto, waiting for the storm.
"So," Ikuto said, shoving his hands in his black suit(Not a tuxedo!) pockets and smirking at me. "When are you going to apologize?"
I stared at him in shock. "Well?" He persisted.
"I will never apologize to you, Ikuto!" I shouted at him. His smirk faded.
"I don't care if your father CAN get me expelled! I have pride, unlike you!"
With that, I grabbed my notebooks and pencils and walked out of there, my head held high.
Unfortunately, my dramatic exit only worsened my image. Why? Ikuto was suddenly in front of me, making me spill my items all over the empty hallway.
"What the hell?" I shouted at him.
He smirked and leaned over until he was only a couple inches away from my face.
The second period bell rang, but instead of my classmates leaving, they crowded around us.
"You're too interesting for me to pass up. I'll definitely make you fall in love with me, so prepare yourself."
