Yes, the WataMote Fic is back along with a new name! Apologies for late story updates, as my computer and internet crashed the past Holiday Season.

What a jerk! I knew he was full of it... just another perverted asshole who likes to prey on cute, flat girls!

She looked out of the school window with tired eyes, her chin rested on her palm. Fate was on her side- her assigned seat was the one she had at the start of the first year- but luck wasn't.

"Look, I'm sorry, my parents have been nagging me for weeks about getting ready for my second year, I swear I'll talk to you on the first day. We can walk to school together, and..."

She remembered every word of that phone conversation a week before school, down to the last sigh of disgust. Of course, Tomoko Kuroki's luck never seemed to go her way when it came to school; Takashi (recorded in her phone as "Takashi-kun" with six to seven heart icons, unbeknownst to him) sent her a last-minute text message on the morning of the first day saying that he had to "walk his brothers to school" or some stupid shit. She walked to school that her morning with about as much enthusiasm as a dead cat (not much different than usual), rejecting all of the stuff they had done for the rest of the weekend that she spent babysitting (cuddling lightly, eating pocky sticks and watching anime...).

Her face went red and she began to swoon. Even though he's an asshole, I'm still infatuated... alas, that was the sad truth.

...

"Takashi-kun! Please don't leave the village... I'll help you avenge your clan!" She stood in the cold air, her pink air flowing in the breeze.

He smiled and chuckled. "Kukuku... you will never understand the hatred I feel for my brother...s." All of a sudden he was behind her, close as can be. He brought his lips to her ear. "Thank you," he whispered. She felt a slight pain and collapsed suddenlly, falling into unconciousness...

...

She continued her fantasizing throughout t he rest of the lesson and into lunch. She stoood up and opened her cubby slowly, bangs in front of both eyes, and opened her bento.

Maybe my lonely little spot is back... that brought her some hope. She walked over to the door, head lowered. She slid it open... and there he was, head down, panting.

Tomoko blinked. "T-Takashi-kun!?"

His head snapped up. "Oh! H-hey! I knew I picked the right class!"

...

As the two searched for Tomoko's "secret lunch spot", Takashi apologized.

"...You probably hate me right now, don't you."

"Hm?"

"Random things coming up all the time, never being able to hang out. I... I'm sorry, Tomoko-chan."

How could I have ever been mad at him? He's so sweet and kind! "I-It's okay, you... you don't have to apologize."

"Yeah I do. It's not fair of me to be busy, especially since we're..." He blushed slightly. "...so close..."

Something in Tomoko's mind and she stopped walking. Takashi asked her what was wrong. "Let''s go back," she said.

...

Every time I look up... she glanced up at Takashi from her bento, conversations from other students oddly distant. He looked back at her, chopsticks in hand, and smiled warmly with his eyes closed. ...He gives me that sexy smile!

"So, did you finish the textbook during the lesson?"

She snapped out of her daydream. "Wha?" She blinked.

"Yeah, I have a few friends in this class who said that all of the lessons are the same in each class."

'Friends in this class?' She thought. No doubt that bespectacled fool and those whores... so even he has friends. "Y-yeah. We finished the E-English lesson in the textbook, b-but we still need it for h-homework."

"Seriously? Maybe we should study together, then."

She was barely able to swallow a sushi roll when she heard those words. "Y-you mean..." she squaked the last word out in a whisper. "...A-Alone...?"

"S-sure!" He said, looking away. "If you'd like... we could study at your house after school if nothing comes up again."

A bolt of realization hit her like lightning.

So close... so close to the finish line! Studying cheek-to-cheek, whispering to each other, "sorry Tomoko how did my hand get there?" "well if you like them so much you can SEE THEM FOR YOURSELF!" "OH TOMOKO-CHAN ARE WE REALLY GOING ALL THE WAY?" "OH TAKASHI-KUN, I THINK I'M GONNA- OH, OH, I'M GONNA!-"

All the air seemed to flow from her head and out of her nose in jets of dark red blood, sending her head flying backwards. She finally fainted, slumped in her chair, a mix of "fantasy Takashi's" moans and "real Takashi's" calls echoing in her head.

...

Tomoko walked out of the school building with her hair soaked from soda,
(your lucky color today is black!)
her uniform pockets stuffed to burst with four-leaf clovers
(finding them in Japan is hard enough without tissues stuffed up your nose!)

Luck never seemed to go for now... except for today. She was so close to wining over, she could almost taste it.

She saw him at the gate, smiling and waving, and she began to skip towards him merrily. Clovers flew out of her pockets. Soon, Takashi would be hers...

...And her days as a mojo would be over.