A/N: Just a little speech. First and foremost, I want to thank all those who read and reviewed my story. This is just the first and I was so thankful that, so far, you are liking the story. And I really do hope that you'd like the following chapters as well. (Just hope as well that I won't be too lazy to continue this story. ) And most of all, I am very happy and thankful to your beautiful and inspiring reviews. (None of it was really negative.. and it really gave mo more confidence.) but, I'm also warning you readers that in this fic..Ryoma and Sakuno may be a little OOC or very OOC..take your pick.. Ryoma is nicer? And Sakuno has a little bit of backbone. Thou I love this pairing so much, I hate how Sakuno is too easy to boss around and how Ryoma is too dense. Now, now, off with my ranting and on with the story.

Oh! And before I forget:: DISCLAIMER :: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS. IF I DID, THEN THERE SHOULD BE A LOT OF RYOSAKU GOODNESS..HAHA

Chapter 3: Mean

Sakuno was rushing to her class. Getting up late is so not her.

Just a few more steps and her classroom is there.

5,4,3,2,1

RRRRRiiiinnnnggg!

Aha! Just in time.

She immediately flopped down her waiting chair, panting.

Ryoma, sitting beside her raised an eyebrow at her, looking at her weirdly.

"What? I got up late okay. And what are you doing here. Your supposed to be always late."

His look got weirder.

"Hn"

The door opened and first class for the day started.

It was just yesterday when the most unusual event happened. Mr. super popular- snob- cocky- school heartthrob befriends Ms. Invisible.

After the little introduction, everything was just back to normal. Classes resumed, people ignored Sakuno and still adored Ryoma. But what's different is that a new feeling has bloomed inside the two of them. Sakuno, the feeling of acceptance. Finally, someone noticed her. Finally, someone accepted her offer of friendship. And as for Ryoma, feelings still he cannot decipher emerged. It was something he can't understand but still he was contented.

Riiiiiiiing!

Lunch time once again.

Sakuno immediately stood up, grabbed her oversized lunch box and ran off.

"You have such a big appetite for a cute girl."

Sakuno looked up from where she is currently sitting hands stopping halfway from eating her third spoon of lunch, a look of surprise plastered in her face.

"Huh?"

"I-I mean, for a small, you know, your thin, how could you finish all that."

A thought of understanding came to her.

"Oh. Uhm, no this is for you. This will serve as a thank you gift. I hope you like it."

Ryoma nodded and accepted the bento. He sat a few inches from her.

"But what about yesterday? Whose bento was that for."

She giggled. "For my stupidity."

Ryoma looked at her and waited for an explanation.

"Well, there was this saying right that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach? Well, I was hoping if it would work out in making friends too."

"Your crazy."

"I know."

"But then, you still made a friend right?"

She chuckled. "Right"

Riiiiiiiinnngg!

"Why do school bells always ruin the moment?"

"Okay class, today we have to pair up for a project I'm about to assign you. And I'm giving you the privilege to choose your partner."

With this statement, every girl's face lit up. And girly cheers flooded the room.

"Ryoma-sama, can you be my partner?"

"No, Ryoma-sama, choose me!"

"No, he's going to choose me!"

"Nu-uh. It's me he wants to partner up with."

"OK! Ok! That didn't turn out right. I'm going to assign you your partners. Now, go back to your seats!"

By now, cries of mourning fangirls covered the classroom. Ryoma let out a big sigh.

"Sakuno Ryuuzaki."

"Yes ma'am?"

"You're the only one who doesn't seem to want to kill Echizen. You'll be his partner."

Sakuno looked at Ryoma as if waiting for an approval.

"Im okay with that." Muttered Ryoma.

"Okay then."

Now, moans of frustration was emitted from every single female student.

Sakuno shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"What are you doing?" muttered an annoyed Ryoma.

"Doing what?"

"Your moving so… weirdly." Said Ryoma having the lack of word for the movement Sakuno was now doing.

After their teacher has announced about their upcoming paired assignment, she let them have the remaining classtime to discuss with their partners the said activity. As soon as the teacher has left the room. Ryoma moved his table at front of Sakuno.

Ryoma raised an eyebrow at Sakuno as to say his still waiting for an answer for his previous question.

"I feel very uneasy, I can feel the girls in the class boring holes at the back of my head. It's very scary."

"Too bad. Your going to die as soon as you step out of this room."

"Huh? Why?"

"'cause they're gong to kill you."

"Nah, that's not it. They don't even know I exist, why kill a non-existing creature."

"I don't think they don't notice you at all, with the intensity of their glares for you right now. I can tell, they're going for the kill. Not even a little hesitant."

"Stop that! Now, it's getting really creepy. You just made it worse! Now tell me why they're like that, or face my wrath."

Ryoma smirked, it's funny seeing her burst like that.

"Okay, okay. They wanna kill you 'cause – " He leaned closer and whispered "you're being too close to me." – insert cocky smirk here.

Sakuno felt blood rush to her face as soon as Ryoma leaned in and whispered those words to her.

"W-what? Then, g-get away from m-me."

"Ouch." Said Ryoma obviously faking hurt. "Okay then, if that's what you want, I won't be friends with you anymore. I'm gonna treat you like how everybody does."

"W-wait! No! I didn't mean it like that. I was just really terrified with the stares their giving me. Please don't leave me." Sakuno is getting teary eyed right now.

Ryoma felt guilty. "Che'. I was just joking."

"Mou! Why are you being like that?"

"Being what?"

"You're being very…very… mean!."

And Ryoma smirked for the umpteenth time that day. Teasing this girl is too much fun.

_end chapter 3_

Chapter 3 done .. song for the chapter is Mean by Taylor swift. I just love Taylor, don't you? Anyways, here's the lyrics.

Mean lyrics

Songwriter: Swift, Taylor

You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me

You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded

You, pickin' on the weaker man

Well, you can take me down with just one single blow

But you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation

You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them

I'll walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you

I just wanna feel okay again

I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold

But the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road

And you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game

With that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things

Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing

But all you are is mean

All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I'll be living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah

Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city

(Why you gotta be so mean?)

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

(Why you gotta be so mean?)

Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

(Why you gotta be so mean?)

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?