I typed this one up real quick. I think I'm beginning to forget what I wrote in the first chapter.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

I got off the bus and hit the ground running. Dad was coming home early, and if I missed out on making him dinner, I'd probably have to spend the rest of the night listening to him and mom fight over my irresponsibleness. This wasn't a question of the thickness of our apartment walls.

"You know, if you keep running at this pace, the probability that you will become tired in the next fifteen minutes is 95. Of course, that's only when you round the margin of error over to the average amount of junior high female seniors who run at this speed, and they must be fourteen and exactly 180 cm – which is, by the way, exactly 4 cm shorter than me – and, not to mention, they must weigh exactly 112 pounds, as per –"

I stopped, looked up, panting, and the sidewalk blacked-out beneath me. My head crashed against the pavement, and the trees along the park swayed menacingly in my eyes.

He was muttering to himself again, and sketching something that looked suspiciously like a bell curve on a fresh page in his notebook of death.

"Why do you know how much I weigh?"

"I collect these things," he answered simply, and held out a hand.

Unsure, I took it, and immediately let go once I was standing.

"Um, thanks," I muttered, and then picked up my bag and started running again.

"Wait! Didn't you hear my carefully calculated observations! At this rate, you will probably crash into that tree along the –"

I hit my head on the trunk of a trembling aspen before he could go any further. What was he, some sort of bad omen? Every time I met him, I would start slamming into things. I guess I was dizzier than I thought.

Inui came jogging up behind me, this time forcibly shoving his arm into mine and bringing me up against the sidewalk.

"Are you okay?" His hand slipped, and before he could cover up the scribbles in his notebook, I took a peek.

"Your bell graph is inaccurate," I told him, "from all that crap you were spouting earlier, the curve should've been about 65 degrees higher from the terminating point. Because you are naturally assuming that the average height of girls my age is 163 cm, you should probably correct the intercepts, too."

I wasn't a math genius for nothing. It was the class where sensei doesn't give me sharp glares and incredulous sneers. I was the only one who did the extra-credit research on standard deviation and margin of error in processing statistics, and once a number entered my head it could never be erased.

He gave me a weird look, as if seeing me for the first time, and then chuckled, "It can't be. My data is very accurate."

Nonetheless, I saw him flip back to check on his graph, and correct the neatly-drawn curve with a tinge of red in his cheeks.

It was kinda cute.

Oh dear. I did not just think that.

"I didn't know you studied higher-level statistics in Geometry I."

He was referring to the math course for stupid people. All the jocks and useless idiots took that course. Kikumaru Eiji was in it, for kami-sama's sake. Naturally, I was indignant.

"I'm in AP Statistics, idiot." The advanced placement course. I wasn't personally in Inui's class, but there were only twenty seats open annually in the two A and B class. It was for tensais only. Last year, only Fuji Syuusuke, Inui and I had made the cut for sophomore places. Fuji and Inui had ended up in B, I was placed in A. I remembered it, because it was about the only time dad was proud of me. You would think that, being the stalker and everything, that he would know this kind of stuff. But I wasn't really popular last year, and maybe I was able to slip under his radar.

"AP? Th-That's not possible, in my data, you're a total failure in all subjects, especially math! Y-You're a straight F-student!"

It was really kind of funny, seeing him sweat it out, standing there on the sidewalk while passersby gave him strange stares.

"Your data has been wrong," I reminded him, and then proceeded on an unsteady jog back to my house. If I was any later than I already was, I'd probably miss dinner as a whole.

"Wait –"

"…I have to go. I'm sorry to discontinue this enlightening conversation. Maybe we can discuss your data in detail some time later."

He stalked me to the apartment entry. I didn't mind. I knew the security guard would never let someone who looked liked him into the building.

Luckily, I was in time to make dinner and look like I've been home for ages.

That night, my head hurt. Really, really hurt. It might've been all the eye contact he gave me (I still couldn't get his eyes out of my head), or the surprised expression he wore when he learned of my position in AP Statistics.

So I made a list. I like making lists.

As I have been a member of the human race in this world for the past fourteen years and eleven months, I am constantly reminded of the presence of Annoying People.

Yes, the term is a bit uncreative and general, but this is what I will use to refer to such persons in the future. It is concise and self-explanatory, if not imaginative.

Annoying People


Kirihara Akaya: You may be wondering why I even know the creep. Tennis camp, folks. Never again, never again. Because of my excellent skills, I was forced to play with the sophomores. Not just mentally degrading. Physically and socially, too. Another reason to hate my dad. I am delighted to inform you that I have come to the knowledge that Kirihara thinks that I have no life. China-chan informed me this today during English class. She was telling him (I don't even know how they know each other) that I had a 100 for my math grade average (I have a 99, by the way), and how that was the best grade in the class. Apparently, he then told her that I have no life. And that I was following her and Hanaka Tanako around during lunch. Well, I kind of was, but only because I needed their geography notes. Hate that maternal parental unit-f(iretr)ucking illegitimate child! And not just because he says that I have no life! He thinks that he's so smart, and lets everyone know it, only it's the opposite. And he looks ugly, although that's just a minor detail. The only thing I kind of admire him in (and I am even sickened at the thought) is tennis.


Kikumaru Eiji: Don't even get me started. He. Is. The. Stupidest. Person. To. Walk. On. The face of Earth. Not kidding. If I got paid a Hershey's Chocolate Kiss for every time he's done something stupid, I'd probably weigh four times my weight. Honestly, in every class he has to state the obvious, ask questions that have just been answered, get directions mixed up, invent a theorem and/or (usually "and", if you ask me) get about seventy billion eye-rolls/groans directed toward him, plus people banging their heads on tables in despair. If Kikumaru is any example of where humanity is going, I don't think that we're gonna survive past 2013. Maybe not even until then. And all those ridiculous "nya"s and "hoi"s. What does he think he is, a cat? He's a guy. A freaking GUY. Sometimes you see girls use "nya" in their sentences, but a guy?


Takada Miho: I actually pity Takada quite a bit. She must have been seriously abused as a child to develop the criticizing, touchy-feely, abandonment-issue inclined person she is today. I mean, she's the clingiest thing since Velcro! She has to go everywhere with you, tapping and nudging you so that she can put in her un-funny jokes and annoying criticisms. As long as I'm not in the same country with her, I'm good. Perhaps I can convince my parents to let me move to, say, Greenland?


Horio: That idiot, annoying freshman. I don't even know his first name, and I'm not going to bother trying to find out. He's okay, for the most part, as long as he keeps his trap shut. Wait. Isn't that true for pretty much every Annoying Person? His stutter doesn't help either, even though I know it's not exactly his fault. I hate how he always calls out in class (I have him in PE) with idiotic questions and (often movie-related) comments. And that "two years of tennis experience" thing. No one cares. You got that, Horio? No one cares.

Ryuzaki Sakuno: The Hair. It's so disgustingly dirty and messy and long that it deserves to be a proper noun. You might be confused here, as the little girl has such neat, smooth-looking braids. When she takes them down in the locker room, it's like a cyclone erupts. Chinatsu once told me that even Ryuzaki's best friend says that she would like to take out a comb to brush out Sakuno's hair. (Cue violent combing-motion in air.) Don't we all. Me, I'd like to get a comb, some large scissors, a bottle of shampoo, and a slave to do that kid's coiffure. And the whiny, worry-wart voice over her precious Ryoma-kun is really nerve-racking, especially when combined with her endless prattling about random thoughts. I mean, when I have to sit next to her in staff aid and listen to her talk, I end up almost having a high-pitched voice.


Osakada Tomoka: Oh boy. Here we go. Another Endless Prattler (Is that a word? Never mind.) With a poor sense of humor. I have to chat with her every Wednesday when Math Team was going on (I don't even know why she joined, the girl doesn't know the difference between pi and pie). Good grief. Her high-pitched voice blabbering on and on about her personal life and Ryoma-sama's greatness is enough to drive anyone insane. It's a miracle that I survived for this long with no serious long-term damage.

Fuji Syuusuke: Never-ending, smiling face. Sometimes I wish he would crash into a wall. That'll teach him for walking around all the time with his eyes closed. Maybe I sound a bit jealous, but I kind of hate him for his freakishly good skills...in everything. Tennis, science, history, tennis, geography, English, tennis, even math…is there anything the boy can't do? Personality wise, he's a great guy, but I think he sounds so much like a girl. I wonder if he's been cross-dressing since he was young. It's definitely possible. He's always the last one in and out of the boys' locker room.

I fell asleep after that. It felt rather exhausting writing it all down, and I didn't mean half the things I said (especially not the stuff about Kikumaru and Fuji), but I guess I just needed some place to vent.

A/N: I think you can already guess what's gonna happen to that list. Yup. It's a disaster waiting to happen. The voice of the list doesn't sound like me at all, does it? Well, my ochibi actually composed a list like that. I sorta based it off her.

That thing about Fuji cross-dressing, it's actually from mesmerizedbyceruleaneyes' fic, Who Am I. It's about Fuji being a girl. Awesomeness. Go read it!

Thank you for reading! Now, kindly submit a review! I need some criticism.