A/N hi guys! I hope you'll like this story. It's exams time here and it would be hard to update but i'll try my best. Anyway, enjoy.

Stella's PoV

No, no no, NO!

Stupid alarm! Why didn't you wake me up! Now I'm going to be late again! Again! Rushing out of my bed I stormed toward my bathroom, brushed my teeth quickly, then put on my white sailor uniform (like they do in Japan), combed my hair and took my bag storming out of my room to the kitchen.

"Oh, hi honey! You're sur…" my mom said while preparing breakfast. My dad was sitting there reading a newspaper.

"I know!" I shouted taking the box where she was stuffing breakfast and putting it in my bag rushing out of the house.

"Stella, wait!" my mom shouted after me. But I didn't stop.

"I love you too!' I shouted back. The school was near our house but still somehow I always managed to be late. Last time I was late, I was taken to our principal who threatened me with flying out of the school. And I was transferred here 3 years ago. Though a part of me would like to stay out of that damn building full of arrogant jerks, stupid players, selfish bitches and lightheaded sluts. Of course there are nice people as well, but unfortunately they are friends with these 'stars' mentioned above, who sometimes tease them or just use their naïve personality for their own benefits. But let's be back to our damn rush-time situation. While running o felt my phone buzzed in my bag. I'm sure almost all of you if not all, have got in that stupid situation finding your phone in a small bag from first blush. But I don't why you always get lost in a that biiiiiig bag that for a moment ago was small. Struggling to find it ii stumbled and bumped into someone making both of us fall. I winced feeling the hard impact behind my head. That someone, who was a Burnet guy, with now bleeding said something but I didn't hear as I needed to rush. I had no time. So I picked up my bag and rushed ahead. Now you'll probably ask why didn't I shout back at least a sorry. Answer: Because boys don't deserve it! I hate them with all of my heart. They only think about flirting with a girl, making out with her, fucking her then rub it on their faces telling them I only spend nights with sluts like you and then they leave them all heartbroken or even pregnant. Just know that nothing like it happened to me. I didn't kiss or date or flirt or sleep with random guys and I'm proud of it and not scared to show it unlike others who think contrary.

At last I got to….. School? Wait why is everybody out. Aren't they supposed to be at class? My phoned buzzed again. Strangely I found it easily this time.

"Stella, honey, you still had time! Have you forgotten that your alarm broke down yesterday?" eh? That… that means I could've slept a little bit more….

Brandon's PoV

"Annett?" she looked at me strangely wanting to figure everything out.

"Wait… Brandon? Is… is that you?" my name came out so angelic from her mouth.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Oh, you've grown up! I didn't recognize you. You… you've become so… " suddenly her cheeks became a little pink. "so handsome." She just… she just complimented me!? I felt my cheeks burning and voice gone. No, not this time! I must say a compliment to her. Finding my voice, I said. "Thanks, you look handsome, I mean beautiful not handsome. Handsome for the boys… not for the girls.. For girls it's not right…" she began to laugh of course she would. Way to embarrass yourself, Brandon. But, god, i so missed this laugh.

"You always looked cute when confused." That one made me blush even more. "But we forgot about your nose. Let's go." She said as I followed her. She got a cotton and helped stop the bleeding. I felt my body tensed up as she was so close to me and then felt loosing my self in her eyes, though they didn't look into mine. And somehow I'm happy they didn't as I would embarrass myself again by blurting out something stupid. When she finished she shot a me. "Now, let's go." I nodded as followed her.

"So… um…"I tried to start a conversation but nothing came to my mind.

"I missed you so much, Brandon." Missed me? "When you left there was no one to replace you in defending and helping the weak and girls." And that's why always got back beaten up.

"Did you… make friends?" I asked.

"Mhm 4 years ago, so many students transferred. I made friends with 8 and they are good guys. I'll introduce you to them today."

"Sure." I wonder is he still here. Are she and he together?

We got to school and I got my schedule. I had history for the first, without Annett…that already made me upset. I have to admit nothing much had changed for all those years. There were 2 minutes left before the ring. So I got to my classroom and chose a seat meeting new and old faces. Some girls came up to me and asked my name and stuff as if each of them wanted to get a piece of my attention. Some guys were already throwing me glares, some recognized me… wait, isn't that the blonde who bumped into me and even didn't apology? But if she was not that girl? But she wore the same unique white sailor uniform. Then she was seated beside the wall with headphones in her ears and her chin resting on her palm. I notice her eyes turning to me under her blonde bangs.

"Stop staring!" she hissed at me in the most brutal way. No debts, she was that girl.

"It would be polite of you if you just apologies for bumping into me." I said calmly.

"Then I'm not a polite girl." She said with no emotion expressing and in such a way as if… she's talking to a lower person.

"What? Do you know that talking to people like that isn't polite? Ah, but sorry, you just Sai you're not polite." I said wanting to use her sentence against her.

"I talk to the people in a way I want. And I'm glad it reached you so I wouldn't be wasting me nerves on you. The conversation is over."

Is she kidding? Not holding back my anger I said.

"Who you think…" at least tried to as she stopped me.

"I said the conversation is over!" and the bell rang. The lesson started and I was trying to ease the anger in me. Seriously something's not right with that girl.