Seventh period came once again.

I hated it. I hated Nikaidou. I hated Algebra 1. Most of all, I hate him.

I hated how he flicked his long, violet locks behind his back. I hated how his skin shone as if a vampire's. I hated how every movement he made—even the way he wrote down the lecture notes in class—was more graceful than even the girliest of girls could pull off; more than I could pulloff. I hated how his golden orbs mocked me and scanned every movement I made.

Just because he was the heir to some grand fortune didn't give him the right to flaunt around the school like he was better than everyone else... but something obviously did.

Nothing gave him the right to judge the ranks below him in this fucked up hierarchy of grade eight. Nothing gave him the right to degrade them and practically spit in their faces, and yet, those bitches the world calls 'the populars' did it all. And I hated them for it.

I hated not having a friend. I hated always being the outcast. I hated always being the target to be picked upon. I hated that my flaws were acknowledged at the times of the simplest slip-ups, but the thing I hated the most was the fact I had to act like everything I hated about them.

Did Nikaidou just want me to act better. I could've done that. I could've actually learned in that math class. It didn't have to resort to this. Please, I'd rather commit suicide.

It wouldn't be that hard to be like Nagihiko. I mean, I could try in class. I could be studious. The whole unit of math is easy this year, so I could ace every test. I could annoy the crap out of Nikaidou by asking him after every homework assignment how much percent of it is effected towards our grades. I'd still be a disruption, just in a Nagihiko-kind-of-way.

Rima Mashiro is unbreakable, and this is just another stupid challenge put forth in front of me:
To out-stage Nagihiko at his own game.
Oh... Nikaidou better be ready for what he has started...

"Okay class, has everyone finished their lecture notes?" Nikaidou asked.
"Yes." The class responded.
"Yes, okay. So, does anyone know the function for the first set of coordinates," I raised my hand, "oh, Rima." he cringed.
"Well, Nikaidou. It's simple math really. The coordinates were {(1,4) , (2,7) , (3,10) , (4,13)}, so multiplying the number alone wouldn't work. Just adding would also cause nothing, but to find the function to the coordinates given, we must multiply and add together. If you just times three to find Y, nothing happens, but if you times 3 to x and then add one, you get the answer, Y, given. For example, if we were to plug in our first independent variable with this function, we would receive 3 x 1 + 1. In the order of operations, we would first multiply leaving our expression as 3 + 1 and this equals 4."
The whole class was speechless. Even Nikaidou was impressed about how much I knew about the subject.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Oh no...
"Wow, look at Rima with her big words. Someone call Google and alert the internet machine." Nagihiko said. God, my puns are more original than that, aren't they?
"Oh look, Nikaidou. Quite a common example of misbehavior in the classroom, yet you refrain from giving out any forms of punishments? What a shame... May I just add though that in this school, two things are infinite: the amount of candy Yaya can consume and human stupidity of bottom-feeders such as so," I say pointing to Nagihiko, "though, Mr. Nikaidou, I'm not sure about Yaya's candy issues; she has to get full some time, am I right? Perhaps you should manage your classroom in a more orderly conduct."

The unnecessary sound effects coming from the students echoed the classroom. "Oooh. Ahhhhhh." Just because I have to act like a nerd doesn't mean I still can't do it sarcastically.

"That's IT!" Nagihiko yelled. He jumped up on top of his desk, "Ooh, look at me. I'm Rima Mashiro. I can't two and two. I make retarded jokes. I don't have any friends. I'm just a stupid, blonde, retarded, INSOLENT little chibi devil who's only capability on this school campus is to spew a couple of sarcastic insults towards the hardworking teachers of this school. Aren't I pathetic?"

"Ooh, look at me. I'm Nagihiko Fujisaki. I can get an A on a math test, play basketball, and date every girl in the 8th grade, and I haven't even had a hair-cut in 5 years! I'm just a perfect, cross-dresser, girly, gay, purple-head who's only capability in this school campus is to wander around the campus like the Queen of England and judge others because THEY aren't inheriting some huge 'Fujisaki' fortune and actually will have to work for a living in their lives. Aren't I just perfect?"

Before I even knew it, flames arose surrounding my every limb, and Nikaidou led the whole class out of the room. You could practically feel the flames sparking in between Nagihiko and I. It was really indescribable: the aura of the room, and then...
"Hazumu. Get out of the classroom. You may be new and all, but it's like war-zone between them right now." Nikaidou was standing outside with his head in the doorway, while trying to calm scared children outside at the same time. We both turned to look at her, our eyes wide with fiery hatred for one another. You could probably see lightening bolts in our eyes.
"Are you kidding me? Leave? When I could be watching this? This is better than reality TV. I wish I would've brought my camera to film them like this. Oh my God. This, this, is just beautiful. Are they always like this? This could be like, a viral YouTube video."
"Good luck dying then." Nikaidou quickly closed the door in a retarded motion and you could hear him outside planning the funeral of the new student. I did kind of feel bad for her. I mean, I can feel my eyes boiling up with hatred and rage, and the new girl totally killed the mood... you know what, that kind of makes her awesome though.
"Okay, you guys are classic. No offense, but aren't you," she pointed to Nagihiko, "supposed to be a stuck-up, popular, dancer guy who's dated every girl in the school. And you," pointing to me, Hazumu continued, "supposed to be an out-casted, smart-ass who's the rumored chibi devil of the school—and for that matter, stupid at the same time?"
"Hey, I'm not stupid. My thoughts just tumble in my mind like laundry in a dryer." I interjected.
"Oh, so you're just naturally stupid? That's beautiful."
"Finally someone who understands me!"
"Okay," Nagihiko said, "I totally disagree with you. I'm not popular. I'm not stuck up, and I certainly have not dated every girl in the school. Ikuto made up that whole playboy rumor thing when I turned 13. He said it would attract the ladies."
"Pshhhh—Hazumu, he's trying to ask you out."
"Shut up Rima!" he said to me, "as far as the smart thing goes. I suppose I'm smart, smarter than Rima anyways, (HEY!) but it's like my mom says, 'everyone has photographic memory, some just don't have film. Huhhhhhhhh," Meep. Meep. Meep. "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"...I'm sorry. Are we supposed to laugh at that?"
"I hate you Rima."
"I hate you more."
"Oh my God, you guys are hilarious!" says Hazumu, dying of laughter in the corner of the room, again, killing the aura here.

"Rima Mashiro and Nagihiko Fujisaki. Please report to the main office immediately."

Those words were the words that defined this Tuesday. First period was Mr. Nikaidou's conference period, so I was expecting something like this to happen. The 'main office' isn't exactly what you'd call fun, but I was used to it. At Seiyo, you got sent to the main office if you get dress-coded (which means you don't wear the uniform), you pick up something your parents sent you, you do something outrageous in class, or you're Rima Mashiro, and every time you're sent to the main office for any reason, they always give you some kind of lecture about being a good citizen and how important government is. Very rarely do you get sent to the main office for something good like earning a reward or something, but I'm sure Fujisaki has accomplished that some-way, somehow.
Oh, I knew I was in trouble. Our little stunt was so outrageous that it passes my dictionary-set definition of insane, so Nagihiko must be freaking out right now.
Speaking of which...
"I'm gonna die. I'm going to die. I've never gotten a B in my life. I've never been set up to the main office except when I get those little awards I hang up in my room. I gotta get out of here. I'l-"
"Hey, Nagihiko."
"Yes. What? Hi Rima. I'm gonna die. It's YOUR FAULT." Wow, he's really losing it...

"You know those fences that cover the perimeter of the school. You know, the fences that resembles Nancy Kerigan's teeth?" he nodded, "if you jump over the fence, you should make it out of the school campus before we're called to meet with Nikaidou."

"Y-y-you really think I'll m-make it?"
"Nagihiko, Rima, Nikaidou is ready for you." some office lady said.
"shit..." Nagihiko mumbled.

"You two are the most repulsive children I've taught. Rima, okay, fine; this attitude was expected from you. I acknowledge that, but Nagihiko... you are my model student, have not earned anything below an A for the period of time I've been teaching you, and yet you somehow have the compulsion to jump on top of a desk and shout your hatred for another student.
"I know you two don't get along. You think I'm stupid? You two are the most extreme cases of ignorance and just plain perfection that I've ever seen from an eighth grade pupil. I've challenged the two most differently studious and intellectuality gifted students I could find, and I challenged them to put on a simple facade for forty five minutes of the day, and they can't even do that.
"I don't find this shocking. The studious will study and the ignorant will show off their ignorance, but you two are just plain dumb. You are perfectly content with yourselves and your behavior at school, and that attitude between the both of you needs to stop immediately.
"I want you two to understand each other, even though I acknowledge your lives at both school and home are two completely different situations. I want you to accept this as an adventure whether you like it or not. I want my classroom to remain non-flammable, thank you Rima, and for these reasons, I'm locking you in this office alone until you guys can actually understand each other without spewing insults and sarcastic comments; in a sense, tutor each other about the long, hard lives of the Nagihiko-an and the Rim-ish. And well, if you don't cooperate, well, I suppose you'll be locked in a room for 5 hours until the final bell rings starving from missing lunch. This is fair to both you and me for causing such a disruption in my classroom. No but's, and as Nike says 'just do it.' Goodbye,"

And just like that, we heard a click from the door signaling that Nikaidou had locked it, and I was stuck in a room as silent as a mouse with one of my newly found worst enemies. Why couldn't he had just given us detentions?

Conversation would have been nice. Anything—even the sound of Rima spewing insults at me—would have been nice to cure this oppressing boredom circling around this dreadful room.
She would have to say something. I know this girl's cold and cruel. I know she doesn't have anybody her age to rely on, or at least at school she doesn't. I know there's something wrong with her, and I know there's a reason why she misbehaves in class. I know she's not an idiot—even I can admit that—and despite my growing hatred towards this girl, she did solve that math problem that half of our idiotic class was lost on. I know she cares about people, or I know she cares about something; it's just, she doesn't give a crap about me. Honestly, I know she has a motive. Is that what I'm supposed to find out?
"So why do you do it?" I said quickly.
"If you're going to ask me a question as general as that, you're going to have to be a little more specific."
"You know what I mean. Why do you act as if you know nothing in class—in all your classes?"
"I don't get the point in being an over-achiever. It only makes the school have higher expectations for me. Besides, I don't understand-"
"Liar, you understand beautifully. That long explanation of that function in class yesterday—it made me bored."
"So, I studied. I wanted to out do you in your own game. I wanted the out-stage you. I wanted to make you feel stupid. I wanted to downgrade you and jerk you off your god-damn thrown, and that's only a half-lie.
"You think you're so perfect with your conceited shoes, your intellectuality-gifted mind, and your god-damn baby face that makes every girl within a one-hundred mile radius fawn over you. You just don't get it, do you? I hate you. You hate me. We're just a one big hatred-filled family, don't we. Leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone. We can get out of here by lying. 'Rima's just an idiot and has an undiagnosed learning disability' 'Nagihiko's has all the pressure of the world on his shoulders because he has to go home and dance'" Rima finished.
I sneered, "and you're any better? You think you're so cool because every other word that comes out of your mouth is a curse world or a sarcastic comment? Do you like to fail? Does it make you content with yourself as a person? 'Well, I got a 'F' on my big math test, but hey, I didn't try and maybe I could've done better.' I was wrong about you. You are an idiot, and you probably do have an undiagnosed learning disability involving sociology somehow: the study of people. It's like you want pity, but you push away everyone who tries to give you some of it. I kind of felt bad for you. 'Oh look, she has no friends and everyone teases her. How sad,' but getting to know you, I've realized that you deserve it. You-you're just—I don't even want to tell you." I spewed.
"Aw, come on. I need a new label to add onto the insults I've received."
"a dumb blonde, selfish brat who doesn't know when enough is enough."
It was actually silent for a minute or two. I could feel the tension rising in the air... I don't know why she didn't respond. Could she be thinking of a reply to outdo what I had said, or did I actually offend the untouchable Rima Mashiro?"

"Do you really want to know why? Do you really care? Fine: I do it for the attention," Rima continued, "You think I'm so stupid that I couldn't even distinguish the difference between adding and subtracting in the class. Fine. I don't blame you for your opinions, but I do it solely for the attention.

"Don't you get it? The reaction from the teachers, the reactions from the students, and the reactions from my parents—oh, from my parents it's definitely the best.

"I make the teachers shiver in disgust and complain to their spouses about the vile girl in their 3rd or 4th or 5th or whatever period, and I become a living legend in their league of bad students. Even though the students don't relatively like me, I keep them on their toes. They want to know what Rima Mashiro's going to say to Mr. Sasaki assigning more homework, or how Rima's going to react to that 'F' she got on the science benchmark. Even the kids who are the most attentive students in the world want to know because they hate being disrupted. I even get their attention when they're complaining to their math books about how annoying the Rima Mashiro is.
And my parents; it's the best part. They finally—finally—stop arguing and pay some attention to me because I failed a test or because I was mean to a teacher, or because I hopped on top of a desk in the middle of a lecture, almost caught a classroom on fire, and spewed insults at the school's most perfect pupil, and they punish me. Yes, my parents punish me. They take away the computer, the television, and any forms of entertainment they can find, and they're absolutely fed up with my bad behavior. But don't you get it! It makes them stop fighting for a fucking second and see how screwed up their daughter is, and I absolutely love it. No electronic form of entertainment can replace the love I long for from my parents. It makes them concerned about me, and because I deliberately do it for a petty reason involving my attention issues, or whatever, it makes me the biggest selfish brat of all the bratty teenage girls on the planet. I make the bratz dolls cry in disappointment of their failures in outdoing Rima Mashiro in bratty-ness, and I love it. Go ahead and judge, nerd-boy." she finished, practically yelling.

"You must think it's easy," I started, "you must think it's easy to be the heir to the Fujisaki fortune. You must think it's easy to dance in the traditional Japanese form. You must think it's easy to dress as if a girl for the performances. You must think it's easy to ace every assignment given to me, and you must think it's easy to juggle it all at once at age 13.
"I don't deny the fact that I am blessed because I am. I was born into a wealthy family on July 4th, 1998, and I was born with expectations. Both my dad and my mom had received straight A's and 4.0 GPAs throughout secondary school, so I must do the same but better.

"I must make sure I do not miss one question on any one test or face the consequences. That attention that you long for, I despise. Every action I make is taken under consideration as a flaw at my house, and it has definitely gotten worse since—you know what, why would you even care. You'd never be able to understand."
She blinked repeatedly. She peered her eyes to the left and the right in an odd way, "You don't tell them about the overwhelming amount of pressure they put onto your shoulders. You're barely a teenager. You can worry about all that stuff when you turn 18 after schooling, right?"

"I can't. I just... don't have that kind of determination to go up to my mom and tell her that I'm too stressed about everything, so I suppose I just keep doing extremely well in school to avoid attention."
"I get it," Rima said, "I don't have the determination to tell my parents to stop fighting. I don't have a way to get a friend in school—I guess—so I continue failing in school to get some attention."
"Well then, in that case, I hate you." I said.
"Well, I hate you more."
...Did something revolutionary in my relationship with Rima just happen right then and there?

Well, I hope you like. I claim NOTHING.

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