His route to school had never been so annoying, so much that the headache he suffered the night before persisted.
He look impeccable, as always, his suit well put and clean, the perfect complexion, brown hair lucid and refreshing, well breakfasted and with the brain most envied by the students.
You will say that nothing could go wrong, but we must not anticipate the facts regarding his short life. Nothing is perfect and Irie Naoki knew it.
Upon entering through the bars of the school he ran into three male students announcing donations. The sign they carried on their chest in a cardboard box with black ribbons, said "Donations for the adorable Aihara Kotoko".
-Donate, please- Shouted the one who seemed to be the leader of the three. A man with a face like a monkey, curly black hair in the shape of Elvis Presley but a cheap and poorly made copy, with a shrill voice. -Help! Be generous with the most beautiful girl in Tonan-
-Kin-chan, what the heck do you think you are doing?- Aihara Kotoko appeared behind him with the same expression she used when he rejected the letter. Curiously, he was amused to see her frowning holding her hans on her waist.
-Auditing yourself, my love, yesterday you lost your house- Ignoring the claims that she made without achieving good results.
-It's not necessary- She complained.
Naoki could not avoid entering the school with the feeling of being observed by the rest of the students, some looks of respect, others of admiration, some whispered how attractive he looked in person, etc.
-Ah, Irie- The monkey face shouted, through a megaphone he pulled out of his back. Kotoko turned to see him pass, she rolled his eyes up in annoyance at his presence.
-Why don't you apologize to Kotoko? You rejected her letter, don't you feel ashamed of yourself?-
-That was not my letter- She interjected.
-Save yourself the words, Kotoko, this cold guy was the cause for which you lost your house- He said with confidence. She stood with her face distorted.
-You are saying that I caused the grade two earthquake?- He said ironically.
-Yes, your evil can be spread anywhere-
-What nonsense are you saying, Kin-chan?- Kotoko shoved him roughly.
-Why don't you come and cooperate, so that Kotoko can have her new house- The monkey face insisted through the megaphone. -Look at her coming to school smiling and energetic after losing her house. Don't you feel moved?-
-Shut up already- She covered her ears, twitching. Naoki could not help but to smile sideways. It was funny to see her like that, after humiliating him the da before.
-Do you need donations? Here I have something to spare- He said in mockery. He took out his wallet, when an aggressive hand with intense touch grabbed his wrist and a pair of hazel eyes looked at him with intensity. -What? Are you not allowing me to help you?-
-I don't need your pity- She said with annoyance. -Besides, the letter was not mine, I just filled the role of messenger- She released his wrist without looking at him anymore, changing his gaze to the monkey face boy. When he least expected it, Kotoko punched him in the face with her right hand, and a knee in the pit of his stomach. She took the megaphone from the monkey face boy, saying. -Those who donated come for your money, because I don't need it-
-Kotoko, my love, I just wanted to help you- The monkey face boy knelt before her, wanting to hold one of her legs. Naoki thought he looked funny making a fool out of himself after receiving a beating.
-I appreciate that you worry about me- She said in a slightly calm voice. -But I don't need your pity-
-Kotoko!- Shouted a boy from class E. She smiled gladly to see him. -Want to play some basketball before class?- He offered hew the ball he was holding.
-Sure- She held the ball, watching it for a few seconds before leaving to which Naoki noticed that something in her hazel eyes changed. They lit up.
She was homeless and she smiled when she saw a simple ball?
What the heck is with that girl?
-Kotoko, my love, wait for me, don't go away- The monkey face boy screamed desperately on the ground, trying yo recover from the beating she gave him.