A/N: Oh god, guys~! Thank you for the kind reviews that I have received. I'm over the moon, no, the sun! I swear, my day has lit up by a bunch! It's Friday now and my main goal is to write 2 chapters. One that I will upload today and the second one, I'll upload tomorrow~ That way, I'll be killing two birds with one stone. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL Tenshi, you're so smart! Please leave me alone while I cackle to myself. BUHAHAHA

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Say it again,

For me

Because I love the way it feels.

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The bell rang before Amu was able to even finish writing the last paragraph of her English essay. She hung her head on the table before standing up and gathering her textbooks. The day hadn't gone pleasantly well. So far, Amu had assumed the whole class population had turned against her. No one was going to talk to her and everyone had started to call her 'WannAmu'. Yes, it was a horrible name but Amu thought it was pretty amazing how they created a name like that in a short timeframe of 45 minutes. A/N: Ya hear that? Amu's amazed at my quick name-making skills~~~ I'll shut up now. Amu pushed the transparent plastic chair into the table and made her way out of the classroom. Most of the class had deserted to go off and prepare for lunch. Far out. Who am I going to sit with at lunch? Amu sighed then headed off to the cafeteria.

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"Watcha want, dearie?" asked the lunch lady as she repeatedly chewed her mint gum. The strong stench of cigarette wafted from her and it filled up Amu's nose, making her cough a bit before straightening herself up. She was highly prone to cigarettes since both her parents never smoked so she wasn't used to the smell.

"A cheese burger please with no salad," stated Amu as she blocked her nose with her right palm.

"Ya serious? You need vegies for those limpy arms!" laughed the lunch lady as she pumped her muscles in the air to represent the example of what she wanted in Amu.

Amu faked a grin before moving further down the queue to the pick-up section. What the hell is wrong with people at this school? Once she was at the end of the line, Amu took a hold of the burger before tucking the loose change into one of the side pockets of her bag. Where should I sit? Amu pondered upon the question for a few seconds before she noticed a rear door on the far side of the cafeteria. It led to the outer campus of the school and she thought that it would be the perfect place to eat her lunch alone; in silence. Once Amu stepped outside, the sunny rays of the blazing sun attacked her, causing her to block her face with an empty hand. There was no shade in sight except for a big tree. Amu was about to proceed over there when she noticed that it was roughly 20 metres away.

Amu heaved a sigh then stood still for a second to run through the available options.

"I could go back inside… or I could eat in the sun…or-"

"Or you could join me here?" invited a familiar voice. Amu turned around to come face to face with the devil of Hell.

"Hello Tsukiyomi Ikuto," stated Amu as she tensed up. Her grip on the poor cheese burger was over-powering and lightning streaks could be seen between the both of them.

"Tch, Amu. You don't have to be so tensed up, especially since you saw part of me this morning," smirked Tsukiyomi. He was sitting casually on one of the few picnic tables that had been set out around the school grounds for students who didn't like sitting inside. Why hadn't Amu noticed those earlier?

"I didn't even want to see 'part of you'. It's your fault for being such a drama queen that I had to accidentally see you! And don't call me 'Amu'. We're not intimately related," declared Amu through gritted teeth. She stepped back, feeling the sunshine burn against her neck. Her parted hair was leaving her neck feeling naked and burnt. Amu swatted her neck with her free hand before glaring back at Tsukiyomi.

"Why don't you come over here, Amu?" purred Tsukiyomi. The way he said her name sent shivers up her spine. Amu shuddered before shaking her head at him.

"Sorry, Ikuto, but I enjoy my own company," cooed Amu as she did a flirty smile, did a flick of her bubble-gum pink hair and strutted off in the direction of the tree. While her back was facing him, she giggled quietly to herself. Amu still couldn't believe that she actually did that. She rarely acted flirty, let alone 'girly'.

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Ikuto melted inside as she brushed her hair aside and paraded off. He couldn't help but silently cackle to himself. This semester is going to be interesting! thought Ikuto as he rested his hands on the back of his head and leaned back to stare up at the cloudless sky.

"Hey Ikuto!" called a recognizable voice. Ikuto sighed and turned around to see who had disturbed his few seconds of relaxation. Rima was running to him, pounding her black leather shoes on the dark gray bitumen.

"What, Rima?" cooed Ikuto as he returned back to his previous stance. By now, Rima had reached Ikuto and was panting hard.

"The weather's so crazy!" sighed Rima. She wasn't one of the most athletic people in the world and a few minutes of running would wear her out like a dried out sponge.

"That's all you came to say?" asked Ikuto. He narrowed his lavender eyes at the caramel-haired midget.

"No, you jerk. I'm just asking if you're aware that there's a practical in PE today and that it's a boy-girl activity," winked Rima. She was clearly aware of Ikuto's biggest fears and she loved using it against him in ways of blackmail and pure entertainment.

"Oh god," groaned Ikuto as he covered his eyes with both his hands. The sun had also started to bother him and Rima was right. The weather was acting funny. Maybe it was having an intense orgasm. Ikuto shrugged the dirty thought off and revolutionised back to Rima. She clearly was plotting against him. Rima was still devilishly smirking and had her arms folded across her chest. Throughout the years, she had indeed developed a lift which made her look more feminine. Ikuto remembered the time when Rima's chest was so flat, people mistook her for a cross dresser.

"You nervous? You nervous? You nervous? You nervous? You ner-" repeated Rima before she was cut off by Ikuto. Rima had always hated Ikuto's slackish mouth. He had a habit of cutting into nearly every freaking sentence that she spoke out of her mouth. It was one of the traits that she despised the most about him.

"Yeah, I am," grumbled Ikuto. His main fear was partner work with the opposite gender. He was fine with Rima since she didn't fangirl over him like a lost puppy but the other girls in the school were a whole other story. All of them wanted to be his partner for PE. When he said 'all of them', he wasn't exaggerating; even the older girls wanted him, which was plain creepy. The bad thing about PE at Seiyo was that physical education comprised of the whole school doing a series of workouts together. It was aimed to improve everyone's relationships together but even Ikuto knew that the principal didn't want to drag students into the wild rollercoaster of the PE teachers' grand ideas.

"Ikuto. The bell went. Ikuto. The bell went," recapped Rima as she poked Ikuto repeatedly.

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A/N: Short chapter. I had major writer's block halfway through. Screw screwed up school timetables, exams and homework. Our peaceful lives have been cursed with schoolwork. Sometimes, I sympathise myself. LOLOLOLOLOL I sound like a selfish hag now Anyways, chapter 5 will hopefully be up tomorrow. HOPEFULLY. I'll post if I'm free tomorrow, which is likely a 'no'. I send much love to my viewers and reviewers. For now, I have to write a billion study notes for a huge exam on Sunday.

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