Missy: *hits her head on the keyboards* stress…stress…GAH!Ikuto: What's with you and stress anyway?

Missy: *crosses her fingers* were like this, were tight, just great friends

Ikuto: *rolls eyes*your sarcasticness is noted

Missy: Anyway, here's the story…

Amu: Missy doesn't own Shugo Chara

Amu POV

I sighed as I took my roller blades off and replaced them with my shoes. I was still upset after that boy called me perfect, I always get upset.

'Control yourself Amu, you want to stay at this school right?' I thought. My last school I tried to be myself, of course that failed. All the boys liked me, and all the girls hated me. I had no friends.

"Hi! Are you new here?" I jumped as a girl with orange hair in pig tails popped out of no where. "I'm Yuiki Yaya! What's your name?"

"Um, Hinamori Amu?" I said, uncertain. Who the hell is this hyper so early in the morning.

"Sorry, Yuiki-San is always like this," a boy with blond hair said, walking up to them. He was cute, had weird red eyes, and looked like a prince. He was Perfect and I hated that right away. I know, I don't even know him, but still. I don't do Perfect, I won't be my parents.

"I see, and you are?" I asked, not really interested.

"I'm Hitori Tadase," He smiled, holding his hand out to her. I felt the urge to shake it, just to be polite, but I fought it.

"Hey, I guess," I said. "I gotta go, or I'll be late," I tied the laces on my skate together, and walked in side.

"Ok class, we got a new student, her name is Himamori Amu," The sensei said. I sighed.

"It's Hinamori," I said.

"Right, Right, go sit beside Tsukiyomi at the back." all the girls glared at me while the boys glared at the boy I had to sit beside. I looked over and tried not to gasp, or glare, at who it was. It was the boy from this morning.

I walked over and heard a girl whisper to her friend, "She looks too Perfect, not natural, Ya know?" her friend nodded in agreement. "Ya, she probably dies it, and bleaches her teeth too,"

I stopped by their desks. "If you don't mind," I said, trying to unclench my teeth. "I'D rather you didn't make u lies about me," they jumped, looking a bit guilty before glaring at me.

"Well it's true isn't it? No one looks Like that without some help," The blond one snapped.

I just shrugged. Why should I answer to them.

I walked over to my seat behind Tsukiyomi and sat down, looking outside. I could already hear them talking about. In truth I felt hurt. I was being hated already. Maybe I should drop out like Kukai.

"Don't like being called Perfect, Huh?" the boy turned around, a smirk on his face.

"No I don't," I snapped.

"You know, most girl would give anything to look like you," Was this idiot hitting on me?

"Well I'm not like most girls,"

"No, your not, your Perfect," He said, leaning back, towards me. Yup, he was hitting on me.

"Don't call me Perfect, I told you that earlier," I sighed.

"Still, it's true," he smirked.

I looked him over, making it seem like I was checking him out. He wore his uniform with the buttons on his jacket open, he didn't wear a tie, and from what I've witnessed, he's a playboy.

That gave me an idea. I leaned forward. "May I ask you something, Koi?" I said sweetly.

He looked surprised for a second at me sudden mood change, but smirked it off.

"Of course you can," He said.

"What's your name?" I tried to sound like I was really eager to know.

"Ikuto," he leaned closer to me. I realised that the class was watching us now, even though the teacher didn't notice, but I didn't care.

"Well Ikuto, do me a favour, and-" I reached out my right hand, making it seem like I was going to touch his face. But instead I put it on the top of his head and pushed down, making him fall out of his chair, and hitting his head on my desk. "Stop trying to flirt with me you stupid Playboy. Oh, and don't call me Perfect again."

Ikuto POV

I looked up at her shocked. She was the first girl to not fall for me right away. I thought she was flirting with me, but she just did it to make me look like a fool. She smirked my smirk, my smirk! and looked out the window with an amused expression on her face.

I rubbed the back of my head as I got back in my desk. I glared at the kids who were laughing, making them shut up. Then I turned my glare onto her.

"What was that for?"

"I told you, I don't like being called perfect, it bugs me," she shrugged.

"Why?" seriously, what's wrong with being perfect?

She looked at me, her amused expression gone, replaced with a cold one. "None of your business," she snapped.

Me being me, just smirked. I love a challenge. One way or another I'll find out, and why not have some fun while doing it.

Amu POV

I sat under a tree, thinking. Ikuto bugged me all morning. Following me to my classes, calling me Perfect, or asking why I don't like to be called Perfect. Either way I won't tell him. It's why I had to leave my old school. They found out, called me a freak, an experiment, going against God's will.

I sighed. "No one will find out, especially that annoying cat" I whispered.

"Are you talking about me?" I jumped and looked up. Sure enough, their he was.

"When did you get there? And why are you stalking me?" I yelled. He jumped down and sat beside me. "Your sitting alone? Kinda pathetic don't you think?" he said.

"Well seeing as I'm new here and don't know anyone beside you," I glared at him.

"Aw, you make it sound like a bad thing," He whined.

"That's 'cause it is," I retorted, taking a bit of some taiyaki with chocolate filling.

"Yum, can I have some," He reached into my bag.

"No, this is mine, go get your own," I snatched it away. "Mine!" I repeated when he tried to look cute. Ok, I'll admit, he was cute, but no way I would so that to him. I blushed at the thought.

"Thinking perverted things are we, Amu?" He said, grinning evilly.

"No I wasn't!" I blushed even more. "And don't say my name like that!"

"Like what, Amu?" he smirked. I felt like slapping it off.

"Like that!"

"Give me some Taiyaki and I will," idiot, he planned this.

"Fine, here," I threw the bag at him.

"Thanks," he bent, kissed me on the cheek, and ran away before I could hurt him.

"BAKA!!" I yelled, blushing like crazy. I whipped my cheek. "What's his problem anyway," I muttered.

"He's always like that," a girl with black and purple hair walked up to me. She was wearing the regular uniform, only there were rips in it.

"I can see that, but why?"

The girl shrugged. "Ikuto's been like that forever, no idea why," she sat beside me. "I'm Jinx by the way," she added.

"Jinx?" I said, confused.

"My real name is Warukitsi Tori. It means 'Bad Luck Bird' so everyone calls me Jinx." She explained.

"That doesn't mean they should call you that," I frowned, but she shrugged.

"I don't care, and there is some truth to that. Every where I go bad luck seems to happen, plus I like it, it suits me I think," She smiled.

"I'm Hinamori Amu," I said. We shook hands. "So how do you know Ikuto? Besides the fact he's a playboy." I added quickly, making her laugh.

"Me and his sister used to hang out when we were in elementary school, but then…" Her voice trailed off for second before she said, "But then we just grew apart,"

I knew she was leaving something out, but decided not to say anything.

"So what class do you have next?" She asked.

"Um, Language, Art, then Gym," I sighed. Great.

"Sweet, same here," She stood. "Let's go,"

Missy: *yawns*

Ikuto: how can you be tired? You fell asleep in class! TWISE!

Missy: I know but I have low Iron

Ikuto: *rolls eyes* whatever, R&R

Missy: Sorry if it wasn't that good, next one will be called 'Jinx' and If you have an idea for the story, don't be afraid to suggest it, I'll probably add it and give you the credit for it