Chapter 2

Class B-1 started out noisy, like it did every morning since it was practically a routine. The guys would talk about sports and girls while the girls would talk about makeup and boys. However, this particular morning, something rare happened: both boys and girls were talking about the same topic, the mysterious transfer student that was suppose to come in today. Of course, there were differences in their conversations: the girls hoped that the new kid would be a handsome boy, while the guys hoped that the new kid would be a beautiful girl. But other than that, their thoughts were like water, the same throughout and constantly flowing.

Although this excitement was causing a storm of electrifying anticipation, Kakei was too absorbed in his own thoughts to notice. 'I should have asked for his name,' regretted Kakei who was sitting at his desk, waiting for homeroom to take attendance. 'He will become a great asset on the field if we're up against a strong opponent, that is, if he even goes to this school. The Demon Devilbats and the Oujou White Knights will definitely be some of those strong opponents. We have to be prepared. American football has always been one of those "unpredictable/secret weapon sports," where if you're not careful, you could lose, even in the preliminaries. We need to have a strong team in order to take down any opponent that comes our way.'

"CLASS!" screeched Tamoya-sensei.

Kakei was violently pulled out of his thoughts by his teacher's scream. It had one of those "nails on a chalk board" effects on people. She appeared to be in her mid-sixties, wore her gray, stringy hair in a tight bun, and caked layers and layers of bright makeup on her shriveled face. With all that makeup on, she could probably join the circus and become a clown if she really wanted to.

"We will be having a new student in class today. Because of some financial problems, this student had to start school later in the year so please get along with him," Tamoya-sensei motioned towards the door, "You may come in now," she croaked.

Slowly, the door slides to the right and in walks a 155cm guy wearing the school uniform that was too big for his skinny body and bandages around his head and hands. On the outside, he appeared calm and indifferent, but under the bandages, he was a complete mess. 'What do I do? So many, so many people looking at me!' He was having a nervous breakdown and his heart felt like it would explode in his chest. 'Calm down, calm down. All you have to do is say your name and that will be it.' Clenching his hands into fists, he faced the class and slowed his breathing as best he could. "Koishi Sanda." he introduced in a low mutter, but threw out the common pleasantry that usually came with it like a "Let's get along," or a "Nice to meet you," in order to minimize the opportunities he had to accidentally embarrass himself.

This new boy had a voice that Kakei felt he had heard before but couldn't quite remember where or from whom.

The whole class erupted into whispers, "What's with the mummy costume?" "What a freaky guy," "Does he have some contagious skin condition or something?" "Did he get hurt?" "Maybe the guy's so ugly that he hides his face," "Hey, look at the mummy!" "Class has just gotten more interesting."

That's when Kakei recognized it was the same guy that walked by during morning practice! How could he forget, the bandages were an obvious sign! But before he could ask anything about it, there was a screech of a chair flying backwards which could only mean one thing.

"HEY, IT'S YOU!" Mizumachi yelled excitedly while jumping up and down on his desk pointing his finger.

Mizumachi found out too.

"Mizumachi sit down!" shrieked the teacher.

"But," Mizumachi started with a pout.

"Sit down." interrupted Kakei sternly.

"But Kakei, it's that guy from this morning! Why aren't you excited?"

"I am, but the classroom isn't the place for it, now sit down."

"Fine." and with that Mizumachi slumped back into his chair, which was a bit surprising because he usually puts up more of a fight or just doesn't listen at all.

'What strange people...' Koishi thought. 'Wait a minute... Ah, that's right! They are the American football players that I saw earlier! What am I going to do? I bet they're going to make fun of me now! (sigh) There goes my peaceful high school life.' His shoulders slumped and a dark cloud formed over his head as he started brooding about his bad luck, that is, until an idea popped into his head, 'But as long as I avoid them, they won't have the chance to mock me! Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea! Maybe I will make it through this year!' Koishi could practically jump in joy at his brilliance for figuring out a solution to his problem.

"Well, it looks like Kakei has it under control so why don't you take a seat next to him." She said.

"…I'll sit somewhere else." It wasn't a suggestion, it was a statement. It was obvious that Koishi really didn't want to sit next to the guy who he embarrassed himself in front of earlier that morning.

The whole class was silent, silent at the bravery or stupidity of the new student and the petrifying horror that was about to come. Nobody, and I mean nobody, talked back to Tamoya-sensei. It was like volunteering to go up in the electric chair. She was known for her extremely long and painful lectures. There were rumors about the last guy that got it. They say that he came back having trouble hearing his new stereo when it was turned to its highest volume and that he's now in hearing rehab at the hospital down the road.

"Koishi Sanda! You may be new but there is no excuse for that kind of inappropriate comment! Now sit next to Kakei!" once again there was a pause like Tamoya-sensei's voice had trouble getting through to his ears.

Finally, Koishi turned his head and locked eyes with the teacher and sent her a pleading gaze that screamed to give him a new seat, but to the outside world, it probably looked like he was giving her a death glare that could have even sent shivers down Hiruma Yoichi's spine, "No." he replied. 'Please, please, please, give me another seat! Anywhere is fine! Anyone but him!'

That's when she snapped; Tamoya-sensei stomped over, sharply grabbed the back of his collar and dragged Koishi out of the classroom and all the way to the principal's office, but he didn't really seem to mind.

'Phew, at least for now, I won't have to sit next to him.' Koishi sighed in relief.

Silence once again covered the class like a thick blanket but everyone was thinking the same thought, 'Poor guy. It's his first day and he's already been pulled in by the hag/Tamoya-sensei.'

If you haven't already noticed, chapter 1 and 2 don't really fit very well with the other chapters. This is because, I, yet again, am revising the story. Eventually, I will get to the other chapters, so until then, try not to be too confused.

But anyway, thanks for reading my second chapter!