"Hey, hey, I heard Ikuto had lunch with Amu!"

"No way!"

"The two of them? Together!?"

The news had gotten throughout the student body.

"Hey, Amu, is it true? You're having lunch with Ikuto Tsukiyomi?"

Without a second thought, Amu got up from her seat and walked away, annoyed by these wannabes, fakers, and nosy-bodies.

Can't they just leave me be?

Out in the hallway she heard a conversation going on around the corner.

"Ikuto, are you really eating lunch with Amu these days?"

"Why her? Aren't I prettier?"

"Why don't you have lunch with me, Ikuto?"

Swarms of girls were around Ikuto, preventing him to get to Amu. They didn't want their "perfect man" to go to their "perfect lady"; it just wasn't fair. Amu's perfect, why does she need Ikuto?

"C-C'mon, ladies, chill," stated Ikuto nervously.

"Ikuto! You mustn't go with her! Sh-She's not your type!"

"Yeah! Who wants a loner anyways?!"

"She probably won't even talk to you!"

"She probably doesn't talk because she's stupid!"

"But she's in the top five percent!"

"So? She could've paid her way up there, I've heard she's practically rich!"

"Oh my gosh, so true!"

All these words … It was like yesterday my presence was adored and admired by all. Now, because of a simple slip, I've become public enemy number one; everything's just peachy, isn't it … What a drag these last few weeks are.

Amu sighed and walked around the corner. Heads turned towards Amu and silence surrounded the atmosphere. No one wanted to say anything. Did she hear what they had said about her? What was she going to do with them? Was she angry? Did she come to take Ikuto away from us?

One powerful voice rose above all, "Amu Hinamori! We won't allow you to take Ikuto away from us! You don't deserve him!"

Suddenly, mumbles and nods followed. Then, the swarm was all on the same page – Commence plan "Keep Amu Away From Ikuto" now!

Amu stayed as she was, she didn't cry, shout, and anger anyone. She didn't bother, she finally heard the truth, what people really thought about her, and it's what she's always wanted to hear. She pointed to herself and titled her head adorably.

"Me? Take Ikuto away from you wannabe-me's? Look at you, you're destroying my look, my reputation. As of Ikuto, why would I take him away? Why would I want him? I'm practically overjoyed he's around you guys," Amu stated with a smirk.

She said what she wanted and she was glad. No one dared answer her back. Her tone was stern and final. They were scared of her; what was she capable of anyways? Apparently, a whole hell lot. She turned around and walked back are the corner, completely, one hundred percent satisfied.

Idiots, just because I'm rich doesn't mean I'm an asshole. I'm smarter than all of them put together, for sure.

"Psht, I don't even know why I was jealous of her in the first place, such a bitch," one of the girls stated aloud.

Hearing this, Amu stopped walking; they all heard. The slow walk of Amu had stopped. They heard her pace, walking back towards them. They panicked. Amu walked back towards the girl, whom apparently was the little leader of the group. Long blond hair, green eyes, and a slender body. She was standing right next to Ikuto. Amu kept her eye on her, never blinking, never looking away. Her eyes flared, anger rising.

"I know it was you, don't try to hide it. How dare you call me a bitch. You will pay, you five cent whore."

Her tone was serious, threatening, and severe. The girls parted a pathway for Amu; they sure didn't want to get killed. Standing with utter fear, the blond didn't move. Amu stood in front of her, not flinching whatsoever. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about Ikuto, who was standing next to the blond. He saw Amu's expression, and he had to admit, he was a bit scared too.

"Amu? C'mon, just ignore them. I know! Let's go have lunch!"

But Amu didn't hear, "You'll pay for this, you'll regret this, dumb blond."

"What's happening?"

"What's she going to do?"

"We should get a teacher!"

Amu raised her fist, ready to pound every single organ out of her, but she stopped midway.

Amu, what're you doing? What are you thinking? Why do you care what she thinks of you? Oh, right, she called you a bitch. So what!? Tell her to bark!

She fought with that little voice in her head, and eventually lowered her fist, surprising the blond. They both calmed down slowly.

Breathe, inhale, exhale, inhale, and exhale.

Amu looked at the girl dead-on. She leaned close into her face until her eyes met her blue ones.

"What are you, freshman? You actually think you could say something and get away with it? Especially with me? You've got guts; I hate it. I'll give you two options. Wanna hear 'em?" Amu questioned in a low voice.

The blond didn't answer, she couldn't. Her eyes were staring into her dark orbs, afraid.

"I can let you go right now and you can cry your eyes out in your dorm, or you can just leave me alone for the rest of your four years here."

She didn't reply, so Amu straightened herself and walked past her, into the darkened corridor, completely content.

See, was that so hard? Doing things in a non-violent way? – Yes, yes it was.

The girl fell to the floor, shaking; never had she experienced such a moment that literally took her breath away. Those brown eyes portrayed anger and mercy towards her. She couldn't imagine what Amu could've done with her.

Sensing the annoying silence, Ikuto cleared his throat.

"W-Well, I guess you all know what's in store if you mess with her," he stated jokingly as he followed Amu.