I was furious. That hooded freak trips me, and then kicks me when I gave him what was coming to him. Not to mention he gave Nagihiko a fat lip. The nerve of that little shrimp was admirable, I'll give him that. But, I had no regrets watching the crowd beat the crap outta him just for laying a finger on me. Gotta love my fans.
"Calm down man. You're steaming." Ikuto said nonchalantly. He was lounging on the grassy soccer field where the wimp had left us.
"Please don't be angry. He most likely was scared because Fujisaki-san wouldn't let him go." Tadase pleaded. I guess they were right. He wasn't worth the effort.
(A week later)
I walked into the cafeteria for lunch. I had been throwing pencils at that guy all day, without a satisfactory reaction. I scanned the room until I found him. He was sitting in the corner like the loser he is. Wait, what?! Hinamori Amu, the girl with the reputation for being cool, cold, and popular walked up and sat down next to him like it was the most normal thing in the world. No one in the lunch crowd dared question her.
I motioned for my friends Tadase, Ikuto, Kairi, and Nagihiko to follow me, and we made our way over. Acting like it was totally normal, we all took up the remaining spaces at the table. I sneered. "Amu! Don't you look cute today? What are you doing with that?" I asked, chucking a carrot at the hooded weirdo. The guys chuckled at this.
"Plotting ways to kill you." She replied, rolling her eyes.
"Oh! I didn't know you paid so much attention to my personal life, Hinamori."
"Don't flatter yourself." Ikuto stifled a laugh beside me. I shot him a glare.
"I get it. You want us to leave. Okay. Have it your way." I got up from the table, the guys close behind. As we made our way to our usual table, I made it a point to bump him, causing his mystery meat to slosh right over his sweatshirt that he loved wearing so much.
Amu stood there, stunned. I couldn't read the other guy's reaction, because his face was still covered with the hood and those sunglasses. The lunchroom burst into roaring laughter. Then, Amu unfroze and slapped her hand across my face. The room silenced.
"You're in for it now, Souma." Ikuto snickered, along with much of the crowd. The kid was trying to clean his lunch off his sweatshirt.
"You are an idiot." Amu began, "You humiliated him, punched him, had your fans practically maul him, and now this?! All because you couldn't take a simple joke?! Baka." Now the whole room was laughing and agreeing with her. Dang.
"I'm so sorry. I really didn't think of it like that. I didn't mean to knock your lunch over." I said, obviously feigning sincerity. "Here, let me help you with that." I had had enough of this little creep. He was seriously getting on my nerves, especially when I had no idea what his face looked like. He probably had a reason to hide it, too. So, I figured I'd finally unmask this freak.
Before I could do anything to stop me, I reached forward and grabbed the hood and sleeves of the sweatshirt, and pulled, effectively pulling it off in one swift motion. The sunglasses clattered to the floor.
His head emerged from the sweatshirt to reveal a mess of blonde. How long is this guy's hair!?
...a chick.
A super hot, blonde, chick with piercing violet eyes.
Cue collective gasp. She stood up, straightening out her wrinkled shirt. She snatched her sweatshirt out of my hands. Then, she slapped the other side of my face, and walked calmly out of the cafeteria, surrounded by silence.
Amu broke the silence, slamming her fist down on the edge of her tray, effectively tossing mystery meat up into the air. It landed right on me. Laughter followed. Fuming, I stormed down the hall in the opposite direction, to the locker rooms.
Not long after I had changed my shirt to the spare I keep in my gym locker, the guys walked in.
"...you gotta admit, Souma, she got you good." Ikuto shrugged. The others chuckled.
"I'll say! She hits hard!" Nagihiko replied.
"How do you plan on exacting revenge?" Kairi asked. I shook my head.
"No revenge." I answered to their questioning expressions. They just looked even more confused. "Think about it. She Let everyone assume she was a guy. She's... different. It's interesting."
"Isn't what you mean to say, is that you're interested?" Ikuto smirked. I just smirked right back.
"I guess you could say that."
In case you haven't noticed, I intend on switching POV every chapter, in a pattern. It'll tell you in the title.