No one knew exactly what Sumire's problem was. She kept glaring at people and made rude remarks about them—or at least the ones that passed by her. People assumed she had a bad hair day and others thought PMS even though she was too young for that now.

"Sumire-sama," Wakako came up to her.

"What?" Sumire seethed and glared at the purple-haired female in front of her. Through this whole time, Sumire's hands were balled into fists. Her fists were even shaking.

Wakako flinched at the tone Sumire's voice and became nervous. Say anything wrong and Sumire may kill her. "Um," the girl bit her lip and looked down at her feet.

Soon enough, Sumire's foot began to tap the floor impatiently. She crossed her arms over her chest and started growling lowly in her throat. "Are you going to spit it out soon?" Sumire asked and the scowl on her face seemed to deepen.

The purple-haired girl shook her head and left Sumire in her spot as she ran away down the halls. Sumire grumbled, thinking she had wasted a good minute on waiting for a stupid girl.

Walking down the hallways with her head duck lowly and her arms crossed, Sumire mumbled nonsense—mainly the nonsense was about how stupid people were. Sumire was just like a policeman on the road chasing someone and the other students were drivers. They all parted to the sides to let Sumire go.

She stopped when she saw that everyone kept moving to the sides quickly. "What are you all doing?" she asked to anyone in general.

No one replied but went faster down the hallway to keep away from the green-eyed beast.

"Tch," she scoffed. "Idiots."

She turned the corner of the hallway, her foot hitting a tight string thus making her trip and fall to the ground. She fell face-first and she lifted her head, red in the face. Her anger boiled and she bit on her lip to keep from screaming in rage.

Clunk!

Sumire looked up to see a bucket falling down from the ceiling. After two seconds at looking at the silver bucket, someone pulled Sumire backwards into their arms. The bucket fell to the ground with purple paint inside it.

Turning to see her savior, she forgot her gratitude and got mad again. "Where the crap did you come from?"

Koko smiled goofily and said, "My mom."

Despite the fact that Koko saved her from being humiliated, Sumire still hated him. She won't be bribed or talked, or even saved by him to make her like him.