The thing about Kaijou high was that it was plain. Nothing interesting happens. The people are transparent. Her classmates might as well have been windows, because she could see right through them.
Etsuko was always perceptive. She prided herself in being that way. So if she delved deeper into her thoughts, and looked into past interactions she's had with people, then maybe she wouldn't completely blame the lack of entertainment on the school itself.
But, she didn't think to much on it. Her expectations were constantly brought down by the female population at Kaijou. All any girl talked about was that hot model, basketball player. What was his name again?
With a sigh Etsuko watched as her desk mates continued to giggle and gossip. Chihiro Makoto president of the first-year class, sat directly to Etsuko's right. She had made Etsuko her self-proclaimed best friend, and had an unrealistic dream that, that guy from the basketball team; Seriously what's his name?, will become her boyfriend before the end of the year.
Etsuko spotted many flaws in her bold statements, but calling her out on it would be rude. Not that Etsuko minded, she had a reputation of being a bitch to uphold, but still she decided to give her "best friend" some mercy. At least until Chihiro pushed her limits.
"What about you, Suko-chan? Whats your opinion on Kise-kun?" Chihiro's voice brought her back into focus.
Is that his name? "Who?" Etsuko questioned. Chihiro giggled while the other girls looked at her in astonishment.
"Kise Ryouta, he's only the hottest boy at the school." A raven haired girl stated in slight disbelief.
"Now, now Rima-chan." Chihiro chastised. Rima, so thats her name. "You have to remember Etsuko's new, and while Kise-kun's modeling career is going wonderfully, I don't think he has much exposure in places like America. Right, Suko-chan?"
"Yeah." She sighed out in agreement her eyes wandering away from the conversation. She briefly wondered if it was obvious she wasn't listening, and if they considered her rude. She would have put more thought into it, but she doesn't really care.
"Where did you live back in America, Etsuko-san?" The red head sitting next to Rima asked. Etsuko's brows furrowed. Wait- was it Rima? Or Roma? Her eyes scanned the ravenette. Would it be impolite to ask? Probably.
"Hawaii, specifically Maui."
"Wow!"
"Really, that's so cool!"
Chihiro perked up in excitement just as the other two did. "Are there any cute boys there?" Is that all this girl thinks about?
"Just about as cute as everywhere else."
"So awesome." Rima said.
"So vague." The red-headed girl whined.
"I think it makes Suko-chan cool." Chihiro started. Is she sparkling? Etsuko raised a brow. I think she might be. "It's kind of mysterious you know? And mysterious is cool."
The other two girls quickly agreed. Gee, don't think for yourselves too hard.
"What-" Before the question could even be asked the end of lunch period bell began to chime. Etsuko began to put away her home made lunch. And soon enough, her teacher walked in to begin the lesson.
Advanced Chemistry. Honors English. Gym.
Those were her last classes of the day. It passed by soon enough but, it could have gone quicker. Shortly after being dismissed she began her walk to debate club. Chihiro was also apart of this but, she left the other girl behind in favor of getting there before, the crowd, as Etsuko liked to call it.
It didn't workout in her favor though. A flock of hormonal screaming teenage girls took up a vast majority of the hall way. This was the closest way to get to debate, and a bunch of crying, snot nosed adolescents were blocking the way.
Etsuko wasn't in the mood to back track and cross the whole high school campus just to get to the other entrance. Besides who's to say it wasn't blocked either. With the way these girls were acting you'd think Zac Efron was standing stark naked at the very center.
In the time she's been here, Etsuko never tried to see the cause of all the rukus. She always just managed to escape or push herself through by pressing against the walls. This time it was futile. She could tell it wouldn't work. Only way to get through would be to go dead center.
Annoyed with what was to come Etsuko began to shoulder her way through. Glares were tossed her way but, she could honestly care less. It felt like hours before she got to the front. And she still had a whole mob to get through to the other side. But, being dead center helped her realize what was going on.
A boy stood at attention. His hair was blonde, his complexion flawless. He stood tall, at least somewhere around six foot, and he bashfully ran a hand through his hair as he chatted with the girls closest to him.
This is what's got them so hyped?
Sure he's attractive but, so is Justin Bieber. And Etsuko strongly believed a crowd like this should only be worthy of a extremely famous celebrity. Not some high school poster boy.
Etsuko scoffed to herself. She'll never understand the girls in this school.
As she braced herself to push through the remainder of the crowd, someone got a little to aggressive with the excited shoving, and bumped her hard enough to make her fly straight onto the floor.
Her body and all her books sprawled out right dead center in front of Mr. Model. The crowd silenced, and Etsuko grimaced. She managed to brace her fall for the most part but, her hands and knees felt the impact the most.
There was no doubting bruises would form. Her hair wrapped down around her face. And for a moment all was silent. You could cut the tension with a knife.
She turned her head around slowly. One would only describe it as something seen in horror movies, and she sent a deathly glare. She didn't know who the culprit was but, all these fools would damn well feel the wrath of her rage.
The crowd shrinked back comically. Then she blinked and suddenly everyone was gone.
The only downside was because of how fast those girls vacated the premises, the updraft caused by their running, made her spilled homework fly.
Etsuko sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She can feel a headache coming.
"Let me help you with that!" A male voice spoke. The blonde from before caught some papers before they fell and sent her a smile when he noticed her looking at him.
Fake.
"Tsk." Etsuko kissed her teeth.
She looked down and focused on gathering her papers. She could feel his confused stare but, he still knelt to her level and kept his word helping her gather the work.
"Thank you." she said without making eye contact taking the papers he held it out to her. When she tried to get up he jumped to his feet and held out a hand. Etsuko paused her movement, and her gaze wandered slowly from his hand, up his arm to his face.
If the boy didn't know better he'd think she just checked him out.
After a minute of thinking she grabbed his hand and allowed him to haul her up. Her knees stung and her hand felt uncomfortably hot as he continued to hold on to it briefly.
"I wanted to apologize for before." He seemed bashful, and his golden eyes made full contact. She could tell her stare unnerved him.
"I-I, um, as an apology I can give you an autograph!" He said excitedly as if the idea just dawned on him. "All you girls were so excited about the new photoshoot release. You all need to be careful you know? Getting aggressive with each other won't make things better."
He began to shuffle through his bag for a writing utensil, his tongue stuck out of his mouth and a concentrated expression settled in his eyes.
Etsuko raised a single brow in amusement . . before walking away silently.
A few seconds later Kise Ryouta found a pen and was finally ready to give a make-up gift to the young fan before him. Looking up with a smile, his eyes met nothing.
A sound of confusion left his mouth and he jumped around looking for her. To an outsider he must of looked ridiculous, with his shocked expression and exuberant turns. There is no way-she was there, he didn't imagine it!
He peered carefully at the spot she was in probably looking like a fool as he glared into thin air trying to find a girl that wasn't there. He let out a frustrated breath and turned to look around again.
His gaze looked left just in time to catch the remnants of long white blonde hair as she cut a corner.
"Ah-! Wait! I never got your name!"