Okay. First few chapters will be short, it's just to like introduce you to some characters and their attitudes and stuff. Once I think I got that down, the actual fun parts begin!

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HIS POV

If I had one wish, it would be for Yumi Ishiyama to leave me alone. Do you know how annoying she is? She didn't leave me alone for a second. She almost clang onto me. It's a social disaster.

If I could live my life all over again, I would've made sure Mom kept her job in Germany- Urrg! I'm telling you, I can't stand the girl!

It all started the day I moved in. As if being in a whole different country wasn't enough, I had to meet the weirdest girls on the planet. I mean, they just walk up to our moving truck and start doing stuff.

Couldn't they see I wasn't in the mood to talk? I was pretty ticked as it was- I mean, why did we move again? Oh, cuz my mom's just retarded and wanted to ruin my life.

Well, mom- MISSION COMPLETED.

And no, it wasn't the whole moving thing. It was the whole she's my neighbor thing. Can I tell you how awkward that was? I mean, I'm glad she calls me her 'friend' and all, but she pretty much stalked me that year, and the year after that, and halfway through next.

6th grade, (for her) and 5th grade for me- The whole world turned on me. Yumi, she…um. How can I say this? She didn't seem to want to hang around with me anymore. At first, I didn't care. Isn't that what I wanted in the first place? But no, after weeks of me trying just to see if she wasn't mad at me. And that meant a smile or a wave, even a "Good morning" she never waved back, never smiled, not even a nod to let me know she knows I'm still here.

THAT, my friends, got annoying.

I don't care if she wants to be mean, no; she can go and do that the rest of her life. But, you see- I for one don't like being ignored like that. Insult me, yeah whatever. Talk trash, be my guest. But you do not ignore me.

You know what got me to this temper? When I asked the others about it.

"What?" Aelita cocked her head to the side, "She isn't talking to you? Are you serious? We've been hanging out almost every day after school."

"Same here." Jeremie nodded, "While, we worked on homework together the past few nights." He fixed his glasses slightly.

I glared at Odd, "I talk to her, but I wouldn't call us friends. Although, I did go with Jer once to her house for homework."

Oh. Is that how she wanted to play? Ignore me? What in god's name did I do?! Middle school must suck.

Soon, a face I didn't want to see came up to me in the hallways, "Ulrich. I need to tell you something."

"Whatever, William. I have to get to class." I fibbed. Honestly, I was about to go to Odd to complain about Yumi until I was fifteen minutes late to class.

"No, Ulrich! It's important! It's about Yumi. Come on." I didn't stop walking. I don't wanna hear it. He actually physically pulled me back to him and twirled me around. Dang, why couldn't I be tall? "Yumi's been acting very strange lately- What have you done to her?"

"Me?" HA! The poor sucker thinks it's me! "I haven't talked to her in weeks!" My notebook in my hands- ready for homeroom.

"Well, she seems down. I talked to Jenna, Kyle, and Natalie. They all say she's been talking to them."

"Who now?" Who were these people?!

"Oh, her other sixth grade friends." William sneered "sixth" in my face. What? I'm not jealous or anything. Come on dude, you're just ticked that I beat you in soccer. Forty- eight times.

"Yeah, okay. You figure out what's wrong since you're with her. You know, being a sixth grade friend. I'll step back." I ignored his glare, "Have a good day, there, William!"

Ohh, I hate that guy.

Now, I do think I met Jenna once before. Oh, she was pretty. She's Sweden, I think. Red hair down to her shoulders, in layers, and freckles across her nose and cheeks. Oh, and…and her blue eyes. And her accent!

Yeah, um. I believe I met her.

Unfortunately, I made it to class on time. And sat bored to my own mind in class. But one sentence grabbed my attention:

"Students, we're going to have a sixth grade helper with us for the rest of this semester. They will be different people every two weeks. It's for a project, that you guys will get to do next year!" Mrs. Julie told us.

Sixth grade? Like…Yumi's grade?

And sure enough: you-know-who came walking in, her head held high with a binder in her hands. She sat down at the circular table at the front.

I tapped my hand on the table to catch her attention. I waved when she looked at me. She looked straight at me, and looked back at Mrs. Julie. OH NO SHE DIDN'T. I felt like getting up and confronting her about our feud then and there, but come on. Embarrassing to her and me!

I knew I must've done something really bad. William- well, that's not too hard to believe. He is a loser. But, come on. Me? I barely said eight sentences to her the past twenty-four days! She had no reason to be like the way she is right now.

But, buddy, let me tell you- Girls do not need an explanation for mood swings. I learned that to hard way.

Anyway, I tried in different ways to get her attention, just to let her know I was sorry for whatever I did. I tried whistling, fumbling with papers, even acting like a know-it-all. All it got me was a stare. A cold, icy, hate stare.

When the bell rang and we went to our next class- I stopped her in the hallways, "Are you okay?" I asked her carefully. Afraid I might make her upset.

She smiled at me (for once) but said nothing- just walked away, and didn't look back.

Okay? Was that progress? I mean, she did smile at me. But did she do that just so I'd leave her alone? I mean, she didn't say anything, so how could I know if she didn't like it or not?

I tried to ignore it. So what if she was mad at me? Not like I cared. But it really got to me in P.E. Wonder why? Because Kyle and William was in my P.E. class that year. And they wouldn't stop talking about her!

"Dude, I sware, I don't know what she's mad about." Kyle would say that over and over again, but it's like William didn't believe him.

He snarled, "Well, there's a reason she's avoiding me. I have no idea what I freaking did!" I took stretching time to listen up on them closer.

"I bet it's something with those fifth grade friends of hers." William continued. Hatred rung in his voice like a bell on Independence Day, "Those kids are so freaking stupid!"

"Ahh, man. Don't talk like that. We're only a year older than them. Probably not even that. They're not stupid, we just already learned everything that they're learning now." THANK YOU, KYLE.

William stayed quiet, "Did I miss her birthday?"

"No. It's coming up, though."

"Hmm. Did I miss something—anything—important to her?"

"HECK, I don't know!"

The coach eyed them suspiciously, "Boys, settle down." He said. I would've slapped William across the face. My god- I'm not stupid!

"Oh, but it's not all the little kids that annoy me." William started yakking again, "It's that Ulrich kid." Me? Holy cow! I never did anything to you! "He's been crushing on her and all and—"

"You're jealous because someone else is showing their affection for your woman." Kyle finished for him, "William, I can't believe how blind you are. For one, she used to be like…in love with you. Now, she isn't. I think she got sick of waiting. Besides, Yumi's going to have a lot of boys after her, anyway. I mean, she's pretty, and she's smart, and nice, and funny." He pushed William playfully a little, "Besides, let Ulrich crush on her. It's not like she likes him back, not like that anyway."

William shrugged, "Oh well. But, I sware, if she starts to talking to Ulrich and isn't talking to me- I'll shoot that kid."

"OKAY BOYS AND GIRLS—"

Okay, over all: I already knew William hated me since day one. He just had that glow to him. Like he's evil or something. I have a new appreciation for Kyle- the dude's amazing. He stood up for me and my friends. Although he said I had no chance with Yumi…

HEY. HEY. I'm saying if I wanted her, I could've gotten her. I didn't say I liked her. Mind you, people.

What else? Oh right. William can't play soccer at all! Oh my god! It was so funny! You should've seen it! The idiot was running in all different directions, slipped a hundred and ten times and even made a goal for the other team! I couldn't breathe! I was laughing too hard!

HA- I bet he feels like a jerk now. A little kid beat you!

Anyway, I was in no mood for math class. By joves, I hate that class! It's rules upon rules that make no dang sense! But, yeah, I could think of a few other things I'd rather not do during school, school being one of them.

I tried hard not to think about Yumi and her cold shoulder- but it just keep bugging me.

Was it something I said? Did I forget something? Did someone tell her something I said about her? Why is she ignoring me like this? Why can't she tell me what I did so I can fix it? Why?

I mean, you know it feels when friends are mad at other friends, don't you?

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