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I hope you don't expect me to make the story like: they meet, they talk 5 minutes and boom! they end up together. I tend to not hurry the timeline.

Well, enjoy!

Chapter 2: Maths

Momo was still blocked at the door. It wasn't the first kiss she had ever seen but those moves and words and everything that had happened in the last minutes were inappropriate for a school or any other public place by her opinion.

"Ah, you're just jealous you don't get the same treatment as Gin." The blond accused in a laugh sitting on his desk with her legs on each side of him and keeping her skirt down. "You want me to dance for you, don't you?" she winked.

"I'd rather have…" he looked around thinking for a moment. "…Rukia."

"Ohhh! Seems like we have a fight for a girl here." She turned to the others. "Another candidate actually." Sure everyone had realized he wasn't in love with the brunette but they still acted like he would, just for the sake of fun; and he didn't seem to be bothered. He was used with their way to be already. "So Rukia, who'll be: the hot tattooed pineapple, the strawberry goodie or the school's prince?"

The brunette stayed unmoved, unknowing what to answer, she was surprised and - actually – the only who didn't get the joke.

Hinamori hadn't really paid attention to the topic's subject, but to the way to talk and gestures. Rangiku seemed the most vulgar from those presents - to her. Yet.

She noticed they all were wearing uniforms, more or less. The blond girl wore the shortest skirt and her shirt was unbuttoned in a 'V' creating a large décolletage; then were the usual shocks and some simple shoes. The same aspect had the tanned girl just that instead of the blond hair that was falling on Rangiku's shoulders, this female had purple hair caught in a ponytail and two golden eyes. Another girl with a generous chest was a strawberry one with brown eyes, but her shirt was full buttoned and her skirt longer. Next to her was a short brunette who was dressed decent – they same uniform, but the decent way to wore it. On one corner was a silver-haired guy with his eyes closed, who was currently buttoned his pants after the incident with his girlfriend; he seemed skinny or at least thinner than the others males. On the teacher's desk were sitting another two, the ones who the blond girl had referred a few minutes ago – a tattooed man with brown eyes and crimson hair caught in a pony-tail who had the chemise half unbuttoned and jeans buttoned this time; on the same desk was the strawberry haired-guy, decently dressed with the white shirt and the uniform's pants, whose chocolate eyes were pasted on the brunette from a while. On a chair with his feet on the desk stood a bald guy with red markings at the outer corner of his black eyes. In the last minutes he managed to put his shirt on again and as most of the students, he had the standard uniform pants. And then was Toushiro, still dealing with Rangiku about a certain jealously – an unusual discussion whenever he interrupts her fun or complains about her decency. Apart of the shirt that she was seeing at the moment, Momo hadn't paid attention on his pants earlier and now he was normally sitting in his chair. None of the others drew the attention.

"Excuse-me" came a voice from behind and she turned. Finally someone who had noticed her there. "Do you have class here?"

"I think so." She answered confused, then, seeing his expression, added quickly with a warm smile "I'm new."

"I see. Well then, I hope you'll feel welcomed here!" he smiled back. "Should I save you from introduction to your mates?" The look in her eyes said everything; she didn't want to be presented in front of the class. "Alright, have a sit, please!" The man showed to the desks.

There was only one free desk, one next to a blond guy who was quiet from what she had seen. Momo sat and he turned his face to her smiling. He had been watching outside for a while. The student presented himself and asked for her name. It was hard to believe he didn't recognize her since he was listening one of her song when she drew his attention, but the brunette appreciated his attempt to make her feel naturally and not like a star surrounded by sharks. They seemed to get along pretty well.

The teacher stayed in the frame door another two minutes waiting for the students to go to their places, but nothing happened, so he clapped his hands one to make they pay attention to him. And it worked! Matsumoto scanned him from head to toes – the same dark short hair matched with purple orbs and the same tall body covered by a black suit with a tie around his neck.

"We don't have math…" she pointed.

"Your music teacher couldn't come, so you're in my hands now. Pick up your math notebooks and your manuals too."

"But-"

"No 'but', Rangiku. Get off the desk and go to your place. Now." He was calm, yet so authoritative.

The blond did as she was said and, as the others did, she put her math on the desk. The teacher wrote the title on the blackboard and the students hurried to write it in the notebooks. Exercises – noises came from the class. Then Momo realized she had no idea what was their last lesson.

"Silence!" everyone shut their mouth. "Tomorrow you have test and if we don't make exercises in class, I'm sure you won't do them home either. As a consequence you'll fail the test and I'll get an ache head from your wonderful answers."

"But the functions are damn hard. Can't we just pretend we were tested and jump to another chapter?" suggested Ichigo.

"We can, but you'll have them in the exam's subject then." A bunch of voices exploded. "So do you still want to skip the test?" he was smiling, but it didn't make the students happier.

The adult wrote an exercise on the board and it was so long and puzzled that it sparked some horrified expression and whispers like 'How does he expect us too know this?'

"Volunteers?" Nothing. The whole class stayed quiet. "If we don't have volunteers I have to choose one." He was playing with the chalk.

"Won't you offer?" Rangiku asked blushing intentionally.

"So you're the volunteer!" he threw the chalk to her. "Show us how to solve it."

"Eh? No, no, I'm not the volunteer! He's..." she picked the first name came in mind "…Renji!" the blond threw the chalk to her desk mate and the teacher looked at him.

"Me?" the chalk flew again. "Ichigo wants to!"

"Actually, Ikkaku was afraid to express his true wish. He's our courageous volunteer!" once again the chalk was thrown.

"If you compliment me, I won't volunteer!" the bald screamed back to the strawberry student. "You go!"

"Then…good luck, Renji!"

"Ladies first, Rangiku!"

"What? You traitors!"

The class had some fun with their 'get the chalk – throw the chalk' game and their wish to solve the exercise. Even the teacher suppressed a chuckle.

Gin sighed. It was obviously the blond had no idea how to deal with the functions. He couldn't let her embarrassed herself in front of the class, could he? At least, Gin knew where to start the exercise from.

"Ran-chan" he whispered. "Gimme the chalk." Before she could whisper a 'thanks' back, they both had heard a voice.

"I'm done." All the eyes turned to the one who spoke and the teacher came at his desk. The brunette man checked the solution and nodded then asked him to solve it at the blackboard too.

It took less than five minutes with the whole explication. The teacher was pleased – and still amused by the students' game – and the class was happy because they didn't have to solve the exercise anymore. Until the next one.

While the teacher was writing the next problem on the board, notes were flying through the classroom. Sure, none of them was about the math current problem. One of them hit the head, instead of desk, but at least hit the right person's head. He turned though he was sure from who it had come, then red it: Thanks. The note was thrown back when the teacher wasn't looking: As always. The blond smiled remembering other experiences. Another piece of paper fell on the desk: Who did invite you?

To the Prom? No one. Came the answer through the same paper.

The teacher had just finished to explain something that will help them to solve the exercise when Rangiku red the ticket and jumped from her chair, screaming loud obviously surprised. "Really?"

"Yes…Really…" The brunette man said confused. He was wondering if the blond was questioning about the conclusion of the explanation and if so, why? She had never been interested in math – as far as he remembered.

"What…?" she immediately earned an angry look from Toushiro. "A, right, it was…interesting. I wasn't expected to such a thing. I though it was more complicated to solve, but what you just said was really helpful." She lied to the teacher and for pure luck, she said the right thing; she hit the subject without even knowing which it was.

"Can I make an announcement? It's very important!" Matsumoto asked seriously which made the adult to somehow believe it was important so he nodded. "Girls, Toushiro is free for The Prom! Hurry up!" she yelled so loud that probably even those who were passing by the classroom were able to hear her.

The most females answered with a fan scream while the boys sweatdropped. Momo jumped when she heard the reaction because her attention had been caught by the math problem and all these loud voices took her by surprised. She blinked scared watching the others expressions.

"I guess they weren't kidding when they said you earn girls' hearts." The teacher sighed. He was referring to the teens that he had heard complaining around the halls about the few girls that remained to be conquered.

"Lucky me." The white-haired boy murmured as an answer while rubbing his forehead with two fingers. He should have known Rangiku wouldn't keep her mouth. Idiot, why did you tell her?

The adult tried to calm them nicely – it didn't work. He tried a 2nd time – nothing again. The 3rd was unlucky too. He slammed a hand on the desk and yelled at them angry "Shut up!" Then silence. "Who finished the exercise?" one raised hand. "Except you." he looked around the class and soon saw that Orihime raised her hand too. Only two from thirty. "Take a paper – title: test!" Noises were up again, but with another slam on the layer he made silence again. "Since you have other occupations" he looked at Rangiku "I suppose you know enough math to take an A+ without any class practice. Write-" The bell rang in the perfect moment.

"Saved by the bell!" the blond showed a large smile, her frightened stare suddenly disappeared.

"Thanks girls for the harder subjects!" the teacher announced, making the boys to complain to the females. "Rangiku, three hours detention after the classes and I don't want to hear a word!" he continued before she could say anything. "Momo, Toushiro I want to talk to you now."

The blond put a hand on her mouth smiling guilty. She made a sign as 'I wait you outside'.

Once all the students were out, the adult leaned on the desk. He presented to Hinamori and asked her about the lessons she had learned before attending to Seireitei High School. Kenta Hiroshi – as his name was – allowed her to do the test later than the others since she hadn't been present to his classes and the stuffs she had to learn weren't easily nor less. Then he turned to Hitsugaya and reminded him that the Math Olympiad takes place this Saturday.

When they finally got out of the music cabinet, Rangiku apologized like a thousand times. Despite of the jokes and teasing that they were doing – when felt like - against each other, as the whole school knew, they were friends. They hated each other, they loved each other, they got in dirt together and they help each other when needed. It took him the whole break to convince her that he wasn't in trouble, but to scold her for yelling such a thing in class too. The blond still laughed at the comment because she knew he wasn't really annoyed for that – after all it hadn't been the first time when something like this happened. All the problem was that now many girls were gonna jump on him asking about The Prom.

Every year was a Prom - The Freshmen Prom. It was an occasion to meet new people, to bend friendship and to win the titles of the Queen and King of the Prom. Unlike other proms, at the suggestions of the students, this contest was for all graders – one winning pair for each grade. The winner didn't have to be a couple, they were chosen half by teachers' votes and half by pupils' votes to avoid the favoritism. And after the Queen and King were chosen they had to share a kiss in front of everyone – no one specified if it must be on the lips or cheeks. The difference between graders was that those who weren't freshmen had the rule: the girl invites the boy – and the rule seemed to have many exceptions because they only exceptions were the lower class of popularity who had no chance to be in invited by a girl (unless they were the last instance) so for the sake of going to prom with a partner, even more if they liked that partner, they had to invite the girls. But the cool guys were always invited by females from any grade or popularity class. This sparked fights between girls and confusions too because a popular guy gets a partner quickly or at least many offers and after a day from the prom's date announcement, they were taken.

Since Rangiku had known how pretentious Toushiro was towards girls, she wanted to make sure if he refused every single female who tried her luck – she was absolutely sure they tried – and asked him in the math class – which was supposed to be a music hour, but anyway – and made a delightful gift for girls when she found out he hadn't partner. Even if he said he wasn't invited, she had big doubts – she knew better.

Talking about the Queen and King who were always the coolest teens in school, every student wanted to be the winner. Imagine the popularity they gain! The blond was one of the wishers too. Not because she wasn't popular, after all she won the contest last year – when she was a freshman -, but because she liked to feel beautiful, though the compliments were daily, and the contest was the supreme prove that she's the best. Actually, it was keeping her statute as the best; it was proving to every student that she was, is and will be the best.

About the kiss – Rangiku had no worry about it. If the King wasn't going to be Gin, she will have kissed him on the cheeks. Anyway, she had the all option for the Kings in mind. If she was the best girl, she knew who the best boys were too.

Caught in though she didn't even noticed the second class had finished until her boyfriend leaded her in his arms out of the room and promised he wasn't going to let her down until she will have back on reality. The blond loved to be carried by him, but it was a bit troublesome when they were approaching to the canteen.

At 10's break – the 30 minutes break – the canteen was impossible full not to talk about the line to the food. Sometimes it made you think it would have been better if you had pack from home, but the popular teens never got one – a stupid rule, but if you wanted to be cool, you had to follow it. You may stay half of the break there or more, but then again – you had to be cool. The good thing was that, as a popular kid, no one dared to slip in front of you in the line. Not ever.

"What d'ya want?"

"A sandwich and a limonite, thanks. I take the table."

As always, there were groups – the bests with the bests. The highest class stood only with the ones as cool as them – always the most beautiful girls and the handsomest boys. They had style, attitude, money. Another rule was that a cool one never dates with one from a lower class. Never!

Also, there was the nerds' group which always got the table from the corner. They formed the lowest class. They certainly were recognized by their style of fashion – which was a total disaster - and by their old glasses. It happened for the popular ones to have eyes problems, but they were using contact lenses. Most of the grinders were also in chess club or physics club or math or all of them.

Then, there were the always-ill-ones, another part of the lowest class.

And, where the most students were categorized, the middle class. They had nothing particular; they were neither cool nor nerds.

Still watching the long line from the table she had picked, Rangiku noticed Renji and Ichigo approaching with more trays and sit next to the girls. "Ikkaku has a fight with a football player outside." Renji explained pointing a finger to the window. "Yumichika and Ishida are in the art's cabinet. Chad didn't come today, did he?" he waited some seconds thinking then shrugged. "And Izuru is at the medical cabinet."

"Medical?" Rukia jumped worried.

"Yeah, he had a shock from God knows what and we handed them to the doctor. He was blabbering something about a star in our class." And he added laughing. "You should have seen his face!"

"You're mean!" the brunette accused.

"Also, Gin and Toushiro are still in line." Continued Ichigo with an amused expression because of the previous replies. "They're coming!" He looked carefully. "I think I've seen that girl before."

"No really?" the blond said reluctant, then waived a hand happily. "We're here!"

"Do not eat what Orihime gives you. Just refuse her nicely." Hitsugaya told her once he saw Renji's face becoming green.

"Who? Why?" Momo looked at him confused.

"The one with strawberry hair. See the pineapple guy?" she nodded. "He tried her baked food."

She gulped when she noticed that Renji was forcing himself to smile instead of puke.

"It's for your best, Hinamori!"

She didn't have time to ask how did he know her name.

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