A/N: I decided to continue this story anyway thanks to a very intellegent reviewer who said that my summary wouldn't quite fit the story if I left it at the last chapter. Absolutely right, thanks for reminding me of that, Character Assassination. So we just continue then.

And I have a question, for those who are feeling bored or like to help me out here. I want Videl to sort of have a 'best' friend. And by that I mean a boy. But I'd like a character name with a nice pun. So far I've only come up with Justin Case (see it? see it?) If you have some ideas, let me know. It's greatly appreciated. Otherwise you're stuck with Justin Case.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, noppes, except for the poem. That is all mine so don't make me upset by stealing it. Unless you ask nicely you can. But I doubt you will... I think I've made my point now.

'Goodbye, adieu, farewell'
Said to his mother the little fox
And grieving to the ground he fell
Never soothed again by gentle rocks
Of her

'Goodbye, adieu, farewell'
Said to his mother the little fox
There was no one between heaven and hell
He had loved so much
As her

'Goodbye, adieu, farewell'
Said to his mother the little fox
Where he was he could not tell
And on top of him fell all the snow flocks
Missing her

'Goodbye, adieu, farewell'
And leaving his mother did the little fox
Not knowing where to dwell
Forgetting the sound of ticking clocks
Without her

Farewell.

May you fare well.

I can't stand these farewells. I can't stand having the knowledge that I might never see someone again and that I might have to say goodbye to that someone forever. A lot of people have trouble with it. We just don't want to accept that all the people in our lives are come and go and that farewell is inevitable. Because the truth is, everyone will lose someone they dearly love. We want to live in that illusion that all the good things in life will never end, but they do eventually and it could be as sudden as a storm on a summer's day. I have experienced this. I took my mother and the fortune of having her in my life for granted. I thought that she couldn't die; it'd be a crime of humanity. For me, she represented all I wished to be and all that was good in the world. But then, so suddenly, so soon, so unexpectedly, her life ended. I couldn't say even say goodbye. And even though I know that I can't stand farewells, I would give anything if I could say goodbye to her for the last time. I can't hope that though, because it is vain hope. Of course my mother will never back. I will never see her again. But I never had closure. That is why I regret that I lived in my illusion, the illusion that she'd never die, and couldn't accept that life is unpredictable and death completely indifferent towards anyone, as it takes and takes at random. It's shit. It's life.

As I left the cafeteria I thought of this, I thought of farewells and goodbyes. Somehow it was difficult to just walk away like I did, having the knowledge that I would never see him again. I knew it was for the best, that this guy, who had gotten to close anyway, would come even closer would we meet again. There could be no mistake about it. There was something about him, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, that had made me trusted him in that cafeteria with all the issues I've been dealing with.This was weird, I never trusted anyone. Perhaps because I didn't know him, perhaps because he had a nice aura, perhaps I had been too weak myself, but I told him and now I had to stop letting my heart deceive me and think for once, let myself be guided by my common sense, my rational mind, which never let me down. I had said my farewells and now I was ready to go on. Meeting him had been helpful, but now we had to go back to living again. And that was just it, that was all about it. But in the back of my mind, he was still there.

I am a fool indeed.

Goodbye, adieu, farewell
Man of great mystery
For you I crawled out of my shell
Will you remember me?

Yes, I thought he would remember me. I was convinced of it. I would remember him as well. Whether he really killed his father or not, which some part of me still had a hard time believing, he was exceptional. If things were different, if I wasn't Videl Satan, we could have been friends. This was another reason why I despised my name so much.

I skated over the broad pavements of Satan City. No one recognized me because of my hood, fortunately. People were avoiding me, calling after me to 'watch it, punk', but I hardly noticed. I looked to the ground. Had he walked here before, where I was skating now? Perhaps I saw him before even, or walked past him on the streets. What a funny coincidence. You meet people every day, you give them a quick glance but you ignore them, you don't even notice them. Any person could be the one you are looking for. Any person could be the one you meet again. Any person could be the one that just… does something to you, who moves you. And yet you miss all that, you will never know because you and that person are strangers. And will remain strangers. How many people in the world could be true friends of mine? Hundreds, thousands, millions perhaps. And yet, I'll never meet them, I'll never know them. They will always remain… strangers. They unaware of my existence, I unaware of theirs. How peculiar when I think of that now. What a waste of fine friendships. How unfair.

But then, the cliché is true, life isn't fair. It's proven that so many times to me that it is almost a personal mantra. Who was I kidding? Life is purely indifferent. It doesn't favor anyone. Any luck is just dumb luck, nothing personal about it. And that makes it all the more unfair. I could dedicate my life to something that is good, and still I could be just as unfortunate as the next person. Or fortunate. It doesn't matter. Having the father I have has been a very unfortunate event, meeting that stranger in the cafeteria had been fortunate. But hey, who am I to question the bigger plan of the universe?

Fact is, just as long as I am unfortunate, I'll have a scowl on my face and when I receive some fortune, I'll smile… for a short time.

And for a short time this morning, I smiled, because of him. I had been happy. It was these moments that kept me going. I love these moments. These tiny fragments that define happiness. I am grateful.

With this smile, a modest curl of my lips, I crossed the city, until I found myself approaching the fancy neighborhood where my house was. Gradually the happiness I had that morning slipped away and some sort of dull grayness crept over my being. I always felt gray when I approached the house. The house with foundations that doesn't rest in safety but in lies and deceit. It was nothing to me. But I still lived there, to my dismay. There was all my stuff and right now I needed school stuff. I went through the front gate and pulled off my skates in the garden again.

When I went inside, I hoped I wouldn't see my father. And as I ran up the stairs, I thought I had a lucky day. Entering my room, I grabbed some things together. Pencils, notebooks, a Mars bar, calculator, a novel – this is a strange habit, I always carry a book to read with me to school; you never know when you get bored – a bottle of water, my cell phone and a CD I promised to copy for a friend of mine. I stuffed them all in my backpack and just ran to my door again when I heard a voice.

"… you do, sweetcheeks? Oh, that's nasty. You are a bad girl. Who's your daddy? Say that again. Again. That's the way I like it."

I rolled my eyes as I saw my father walking past my room with a phone in his hand and a disgusting grin on his face and… drool. Ew, drool. It was then that he noticed me and turned his ridiculous face towards me.

"I'll call you back." He whispered through the phone as he eyed me. He cleared his throat. "That was the cancer association." Apparently he completely believed his lie. I just shook my head in contempt.

He looked at me from tip to toe, critically. Maybe he saw that I've hardly worked out during the summer. The guy has a special sense for that. But he didn't say anything about it.

"Don't you have to be in school?" He questioned.

"Well, don't you have to pump some muscles. I am going now."

"You really want to go like that?"

I looked at my clothes. Still the baggy shorts and the oversized sweater I had worn earlier this morning. I frowned. "What's wrong with it?"

"Well, you forgot your shoes." He pointed at my feet and I realized that I, indeed, wasn't wearing any shoes. "I think you might need your shoes."

"I KNOW…. I need my shoes." I muttered through clenched teeth, the blush of embarrassment on my cheeks. "I'll just get them now."

Greatly aggravated, and slightly ashamed that I wanted to go to school in just my socks, I chose a pair of trainers from my collection and put them on, which took me a while because I was so frustrated by that cartoon moment. When I approached the door again, my father was still standing there, as if he was waiting for me.

"You want me to give you a ride?" He asked.

For a moment I was pleasantly surprised by his offer. Then I realized that it probably was for publicity. 'Oh look, the great Hercule brings his daughter to school! Isn't he amazing! A great fighter and a good father as well!' Yuck, I could hear the people saying it already.

"No thanks." I replied and wanted to walk away, but I was stopped in my motions when my father lay a hand on my shoulder.

"It's already 8:25. You'll never make it to school in time. If I bring you, you'll at least be excused."

"I'm Videl Satan, daughter of the man who saved the world. I'll be excused anyway." The words came out more venomously than I had intended, but my father didn't flinch a bit. Not even when I put strong emphasis on 'man who saved the world'.

"Is this a bad day?" He asked.

A bad day? Oh no, papa. It's a bad life.

I didn't answer though, but crossed my arms in irritation. The seconds were flying by and I would be… indeed, late.

"Just let me bring my only child to school, alright sweet pea?" He tried again.

I sighed and gave in eventually. "Sure, whatever. But only if we take the Royce." Because that one had tinted windows. Who could see my father then? And I would probably be earlier in school than if I went walking… Unless if we'd be stuck in a traffic jam.

Unfortunately, a few minutes later we were stuck in a traffic jam. In the back of the black Rolls Royce, my father was enjoying a beverage and some soft chamber music as I sent Erasa, a friend of mine, who shared many classes with me, a text message that I'd be coming later and if she could tell that to the teacher, whoever it was with whom we had the first period.

Grunting I put my mobile pack in my pocket and crossed my arms as I looked through the tinted window. Traffic jams are so vexing. Especially when you don't have some nice company in the car. I couldn't even talk to the driver.

"Videl?" My father's voice asked.

"What?"

"You look scrawny. Have you worked out this summer?"

See! What'd I tell you?! Special sense...!

I turned my head to my father. " I have been working out."

"But not as much as the schedule demands." He countered as he took a sip of his drink.

"No, but it was summer."

"Not in your schedule."

"Fuck the schedule."

"Videl!" He looked at me slightly angry. "What did I tell you about that… that word. We don't say fuck and most especially not you. What if the paparazzi hears it? You have to have a good reputation, otherwise you can never be as popular as me. Always be eloquent and you'll win the crowds over."

Now I was getting furious. "Father, where the HELL is the paparazzi right now? That's right, they can't hear us, they can't see us, they can't smell us, they can't do anything right now. So please allow me to say fuck when it's about a fucked up schedule I don't give a fuck about!"

"Young lady, you be respectful towards me. I am your father, not one of your friends." He yelled through the car. I so badly wanted to retort but I knew I couldn't win my case, so I just shut it and sulked. Can't even say fuck. Who doesn't say that these days?

We were silent for quite some time and I listened to the soft piano music. We were finally moving in the jam again. If I was lucky, I'd be in school within the hour. Great, just great. What an impression that would make:being late for the first class of the first day of school of the last year. Oh boy.

"Videl, do you still follow your schedule?" My father asked after a while. I sighed. The man just couldn't let it go.

"Yes, only during the summer I didn't take it that serious." I replied. I was lying. The schedule my father made for me required me to work out for five hours a day and double the amount in the holidays or during the weekends. It was insane, no human being in the right mind could go on with that. Because I had no supervision, I just bailed sometimes. It was too easy and much more fun to read a book or to do some school work or skate for a while.

My father grunted. "You have to take it seriously, Videl. You can't slack off, it could cost you your life."

"Yes father."

"And jeopardize many lives."

"I know."

"You always have to be the strongest you can be.""

"Sure."

"And you have to work out to maintain the strength you have now. Otherwise you will never be like me."

As if I wanted that in the first place.

"You are the guardian of the city. And that creates some responsibilities."

"Yes father, I am fully aware of that and I think I can handle those responsibilities, thank you."

He glanced at me sideways as I said that. "You don't seem as enthusiastic about martial arts as you were before. What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing." I lied. Of course it wasn't nothing. I used to be so fond of martial arts. It was my life after my mother died. I wanted to be the strongest, like my father. I really looked up to him. But when I found out his secret a few years ago, the interest for martial arts gradually wore off. The magic was gone. It wasn't exciting anymore, because the illusion that I could take on Cell myself after a while, if he were alive that is, just wasn't there any longer. I could never be as strong as the monster or the mysterious warriors. Why kid myself into believing that I could? No, martial arts was no longer my passion. It had become a duty. To my father, to the citizens and to myself.

Apparently my father didn't believe my answer as he looked at me suspiciously. "Do you still like martial arts?" He asked.

"Of course I do." I lied again, avoiding my father's eyes by gazing through the window.

"Good, because it's all arranged. You are to inherit the dojo one day, when I am ready to enjoy my retirement. The dojo has been in the hands of Satans for centuries and we have to keep it that way, no outsiders. And Videl, you are my only child. You have to continue the family tradition. You'll have to lead the dojo. And your children after you, and their children after them. Do you understand?"

I stared at the people walking on the pavements. "Yes father." I replied blankly. I didn't even have the energy to oppose him over this. How do you tell your father that his precious daughter doesn't want to continue the work your ancestors had started and paid for with their blood, sweat and tears?

"Then that's settled." He continued, not even detecting my tone. "You are lucky you can make your passion your job."

I sighed. Oh so lucky. I leaned with my forehead against the cold glass of the window. The glass sent a soothing coolness through my body. I watched the people outside. They couldn't see me, they didn't know I was in here. They just walked on as if there was nothing special going on. Suddenly I felt anxious as I thought of how I was stuck in this car just as much as I was stuck in my life. No one could see me through the tinted windows, no one knew who was inside the car. They could only admire the flashy Rolls Royce, the ultimate symbol of decadence. I was trapped. In this car, in my life.

What would that mysterious guy who I met this just morning say of this predicament? He would probably say that he wished I'd confront my father.

I glanced at my father for a sec. He was sipping from his drink and didn't notice me watching. I turned my head towards the window again. No, I couldn't say it to him, I couldn't say I didn't want to continue with the dojo. I knew exactly how he would react. They would hear him on the other side of the world, saying that I had no choice. Control freak. And that was exactly something I didn't need right now, on my first day of school... stressful enough if you ask me. No, I had to say this at the right time, the right moment. Unfortunately, that moment had never revealed itself so far.

We were silent for the rest of the way to school. I was too much sunken in my own thoughts and my father in his, though I doubted that he was struggling with dilemmas as severe as mine. The car pulled over right in front of the school. It was a large building, the largest high school in town, with the highest student results and the highest standards of education. Basically, it was one of the best schools in the country. 'The best deserve the best', is what my father always says. That's why he put me on this school; Orange Star High. I don't like school. So surprising for an adolescent like me. But it's not the school I hate in particular, I hugely detest all the people that go to Orange Star High. My classes are interesting though. It offers me a challenge and something different than working out day in day out in the burly macho man world where I actually belonged.

"So do you need me to come with you?" My father asked as I was about to step out of the car. "You know, to explain why you were late?"

"No dad, that's fine. I'm okay." I replied. Of course he wanted to come with me. So he can make the blitz in front of all my classmates. No, I'd rather pass for that.

I waved to my father over my shoulder and slammed the door closed before he could argue with me and as fast as possible I ran over the stairs of the entrance and into the school, which halls were uncomfortably vacant. When I was in those empty halls, I suddenly remember I didn't have my schedule yet. Scolding at my watch, which indicated that I was over half an hour too late, I made my way to the administration. Mrs. Haki, a small, kind woman in her forties, with kind of a thick-set figure, which, I knew, came from all those four pregnancies she went through, was just telephoning when I appeared in front of the counter. She looked at me from over her glasses and made a gesture that she'd come soon.

"Uh huh, uh huh," She mumbled through the phone. "He's sick? On his first day of school? Hmm, what a surprise."

I smirked when I heard the mild sarcasm in her voice. I like people who can use sarcasm.

"Alright then, I hope he gets better soon. Yeah. Yeah, that's contagious. Yeah, poor boy. Well, make sure he hands in a note with your signature when he returns to school. Yeah, to me. Alright? Okay, have a good day, and make him drink a lot. Yeah, I have four kids of my own, I know all about it. Been there, done that. Yeah. Bye."

When Mrs Haki hung up, she released a sigh of frustration, before she turned to me.

"How many so far?" I asked as she approached me.

She wiped her forehead with her hand. "Six like him. It's like everyone has a belly virus these days. Can you believe it?"

"Well, it is contagious, isn't it?"

"Sure, and suddenly everyone gets it on the first day of school. What odds..."

I smiled at Mrs. Haki. "I'm late."

"Yeah, so I see." She said as she looked at me through her small glasses. "Community service again?"

"No, I was stuck in a traffic jam."

"Why would you be in a traffic jam? Don't you always walk to school?"

"I do. But my overprotective father with an ego that has its own life always takes the car."

Mrs. Haki looked at me puzzled when I said those words.

"My father brought me to school." I explained, before I saw realization dawning upon her.

"Well then, here's a note." She quickly put her signature on a piece of paper. She had something with notes. "And give that to your teacher. Everything should be alright then."

"Thanks but...who's my teacher this hour?" I asked sheepishly.

"Videl, you know your schedule is on the school website." Mrs. Haki said with a mothering tone. That's what you get when you're a mother of four.

"Yeah, but I forgot the check it this morning." I responded.

"Shall I make a print for you then?" But before I could say 'yes please', she was already at her desk, visiting the school website to make a print of my schedule. A few seconds later I already had it in my hands and after thanking Mrs. Haki I made my way to the first class, or what was left of it.

First class was English. I had to be in classroom 102 on the second floor. Once I reached the classroom, I gently knocked the door and opened it, meeting the faces of thirty students and one teacher as I walked through the door.

"Miss Satan!" My teacher, Mr. Orwell, exclaimed pleasantly surprised as he saw me standing in his classroom all of a sudden.

A bit embarrassed I walked towards him, thirty pair of eyes following my every move. "I have a note here." I said as I gave him the piece of paper.

"A note? Oh, how lovely." Some people grinned as he said 'lovely' in a thick English accent and I couldn't suppress a grin either. For a few seconds Mr. Orwell studied the piece of paper with the curly signature of Mrs. Haki on it, before he flashed me a bright smile.

"Perfect. Miss Rubber already mentioned you were running a bit late." Yes! At least Erasa was in my class. "Now here are your books..." He turned to his desk and took two books, a textbook and a workbook, in his hands and pressed them in mine. "And now take your seat. Go on, sit down somewhere."

I quickly scanned the class in the hopes of finding Erasa, Sharpener or anyone else I liked or, at the least, could stand. Fortunately I saw a pair of familiar blue eyes and bright blond hair and a hand shooting up to wave at me. I could recognize that bubbly smile anywhere. I smiled and made my way to the empty seat next to Erasa, at a table in the back of the class.

"Thanks for covering up, Rase." I whispered to her as I sat down next to her.

"No prob girl." She muttered as she turned to me. "Where were you?"

"Oh, my father brought me to school because I was running late and we got stuck in a traffic jam."

Erasa looked at me with an arched eyebrow. "You? Running late? Was there a bank robbery somewhere this morning or something?"

"No, I was just running late." I lied. I wouldn't tell her about the encounter with Mr. Handsome in the cafeteria. One, I wouldn't hear the end of it, two, I'd have to mention every little detail, from the clothes he wore to the space between us to his exact facial expressions, and I, three, wasn't the kind of girl who enjoyed that kind of conversation. So I wisely decided not to mention His Mystery to the girl who was one of the biggest producers of gossips in the entire school.

She shrugged, before she began to babble about her summer vacation. I tried to listen, but with her talking 200 miles an hour I only caught 'amazing', 'hottie', 'beach', 'bikini', 'shopping', and, after what felt like an hour, 'what about you?'

"My vacation?" I asked and she nodded. "Well the usual. Working out, working out, working out and...oh yeah, more working out. Exciting isn't it?"

She blinked at my kind of sarcastic reply. "You only worked out?" She asked.

"You know my father." I muttered. "He made me a whole damn schedule. I swear, he's the reason I'm so pale, I didn't see the sun for one second."

"Yeah Vi, I was already wondering why you haven't tanned up some."

"Of course you wonder that, but now you know why."

We talked a bit about going to the beach sometime, she almost demanding me to go with her so I could get a nice tan, me excusing myself with the busy schedule. That came in handy after all. I already imagined what going to the beach would be like with her and I will politely decline any opportunity to dart around half naked in a skimpy bikini on a beach full of drooling losers watching every patch of skin, especially the big patch on your rear.

I don't know exactly how we got to it, probably because she said 'but there are so many hot guys on the beach', but she quickly changed to subject to a, for me, completely unrelated subject.

"Oh my god, Videl. Did you already see the new student?" She asked with brightly glittering eyes.

I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess... He's cute?"

"Cute? Cute?" She hissed almost angrily. "That's an insult to someone like him. He is GOR-geous, completely and utterly gorgeous. I swear Videl, if you see him, you'd be totally into him as well. Like every other girl in school."

"Me? 'Totally into him'?" I chuckled. "Come on Erasa, don't you know me better than that?"

"Oh spare me the tough-girl act, Videl. Just because you haven't met a perfect and handsome guy before doesn't mean you wouldn't be into anyone of the male sex. Seriously Vi, people think that you're a lesbian if you keep acting like a cold bitch towards any guy who wants to get close to you."

I turned my head towards Erasa and looked at her with amusement. "People think I'm a lesbian?"

"Well, what did you expect? You've met the hottest celebrities around and you've never been impressed by any of them. Makes me wonder.. Will you ever be impressed by any guy?"

I smiled at that question but didn't reply. If only she knew, if only she knew that I had been impressed indeed by a guy this morning. And not in the least place by his looks.

Next to me Erasa sighed. "I'm going to ask that guy out."

"Good luck. Hope you're the lucky girl who wins over his favor. Since every girl in school is totally into him."

"Oh I will win over his favor, you can count on that." Saying that she had a determined look in her eyes. I had no doubt that she could get him to like her. She had an amazing talent to flirt and if that didn't work, she had her amazing rack, which no man could ever refuse.

"So who is this guy anyway?" I asked. "Is he in our year?"

"I don't know, I only saw him as I passed him in the hallway. But I'll find out soon enough who he is. I'll show you who he is during lunch break, 'kay? I swear it to you, he is HOT!"

I grimaced. "Sure, whatever you say."

The rest of the hour Erasa was drooling over the thought of her next prey and I took some notes from whatever the teacher said. I kind of felt sorry for the new guy, having all those hysterical girls all over him, and not in the least place because he's caught Erasa's eye. She might be into him right now, it usually lasted not longer than a few weeks before she moved on to her next victim. He'd either be left extremely relieved, because she could be quite annoying, or extremely heartbroken, which has happened often enough before.

After a while the bell rang and first class was over. We packed our stuff and moved on to the next classroom, until we met another friend, Sharpener. He was running his hand through his blond locks when we met him down the hallway.

"Hey Videl, how are you doing?" He asked me with a smooth voice and a cheesy smile as he wrapped one of his arms around me shoulders.

I rolled my eyes. "A lot worse now."

Aggravated by my reaction he released me. "Geez, what is it with all the chicks today? Is it the time of the month for all you girls this week?"

My hands itched to slam his face into the nearest wall.

"Sorry Sharpy." Erasa said with a bright smile. "We're just not into you that much."

"WHAT?! Not into me huh?" Sharpener burst all of a sudden.

"Yeah, I heard there is some fresh eye candy." I muttered. "Sorry, but apparently you just aren't that interesting anymore."

Sharpener looked at me with a horrified expression. "Who is this guy?"

Erasa immediately jumped on that question. "Oh, he's amazing, he's..."

I decided that I didn't feel like hearing this all over again from Erasa and turning my back towards them I made my way to the next classroom, them following me as they argued along about the new guy. This continued for about the entire hour and the next. The hours dragged on as I listened to their uninteresting argument for half of the time. Though seeing Sharpener bursting with anger when he heard about the new guy was kind of amusing.

After numerous arguments, various insulted silences on Sharpener's behalf, many giggles from Erasa and three classes, three teachers and several pages of notes written, lunch break was finally there.

The three of us made our way to the school's cafeteria, Erasa hopping up and down from excitement as she would see the object of her infatuation again, and Sharpener following us with an expression of his face that made me wonder if he had a short-term depression out of the blue.

"Ladies, I am going to leave you for now." He announced to us before we reached the cafeteria.

"You going to check your make up?" I joked. Erasa burst into a fit of giggles.

"Be sure to pick your eyebrows too, Sharpy."

"Haha. Aren't we nice today." Sharpener muttered through clenched teeth. "You girls know I always work out during lunch break."

"You don't want to see your competition?" I asked.

"Hmpf, I hardly have any competition. He'll be forgotten in a week, when he's not so new anymore. And then you'll all come crawling back to me."

He made an exaggerated gesture with his hand through his hair and made a dramatic exit as he whirled round, his long locks sweeping over his shoulders.

Erasa and I looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Wow, he really got his feelings hurt, hasn't he?" Erasa asked between the giggles.

"Well, it had to happen sometimes. At least now he won't walk on high legs through the school as if he owns the whole world. This is better for him."

"And for us."

"Yeah, especially for us."

We continued the conversation about Sharpener and his offended pride as we walked towards the cafeteria. When we entered it, Erasa immediately ceased our conversing and she looked round feverishly. I had never seen her this hysterical. And not only her. The entire cafeteria seemed to be swarmed with girls who looked, or rather drooled, at a particular someone.

"There he is!" Erasa hissed in my ear. "Look, there. There!"

"Erasa, cut it out."

"VIDEL! There!"

I rolled my eyes and followed her finger, which she pointed to the direction of one single table with several girls around it. I stared at the back of what seemed to be the guy everyone was so crazy about.

"Videl, don't look so constipated!

"Look, what is your deal? He's with his back towards us." I said in irritation. But the moment the words left my mouth, the guy turned around, looked in our direction and before I knew what happened I looked into his eyes.

I froze immediately. It felt as if everyone around us disappeared and the guy and I were the only ones in the cafeteria.

That same handsome face, those same dark orbs, that same black hair. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized him.

It was him. It was him.

There, between all those hysterical girls, in our school cafeteria, in my school, was the guy who I had met this morning. As if he belonged there. As if he'd been there all along.

And he recognized me too. With a shocked expression he returned my gaze.

What were the odds...

What were the odds?

Next to me I could vaguely distinct Erasa's voice. "Handsome, isn't he?"

I couldn't even find the words to reply.

What were the odds?

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