Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for reading this story! (I didn't expect much really, but over 650 views?! WHAT!) I decided to make this chapter one where you get to see the first few hours or so of their first day of the academy. Not much but it's just a peek into it. It'll get more detailed later, trust me..I use wayyyy too many details, it ends up so I don't have a plot...unfortunately. No, I'm not writing the conversation of the cliffhanger I threw out before, nope, not yet! HEHE! Well then, here's the chapter!
No one's p.o.v.
The academy was teeming with life with the start of the new school term, and students were chatting with friends and rushing to classes. Although there happened to be the one event people were all expecting. The arrival of the newest elite four, if they even showed up that is. Perhaps they would be "fashionably late"? Most likely not because they would have to keep up their reputation as required to remain a principal. Unfortunately for one loud-mouthed girl as she was boasting to her friends about how she would be dating the Atobe Keigo before the month was up, she didn't notice her groupies' faces turning paler by the minute. She turned around still smiling stupidly, and bumped straight into a white cloaked figure.
The one she was talking about dating was right in front of her, quite looking at her as if she were nothing but a piece of lint on his perfectly ironed khakis. His badge gleamed in the sunlight, and still staring at her, using a handkerchief brushed the imaginary face-print from his cloak. He walked away, and met up with another cloaked figure. Another principal. They seemed to exchange a few words and walked away together, apparently going in the same direction.
The girl that he had deemed insignificant to his life, touched her face, and grinned wildly. "OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT HE WAS STARING AT ME!" Introducing the girl who will likely have a few occasional appearances as the story progresses : Vanessa McGarouer, a typical 16 year old girl who believes that if her parents are rich, she can do anything she likes, get anything she wants, and believes in the most unbelievable things, as her I.Q is not the highest of the bunch.
Keigo has met up with Amelia as they knew each other far better than the other two principals, as they were business partners, and were in the same class. "How was your night?" Amelia asked looking straight at the very noticeable wrinkles on his forehead as they creased once more with annoyance. " AS I know I always will look amazing, I believe that it will suffice to tell you that I know you've pulled another all-nighter, and knowing how your mind works by now, that's what you wanted me to say so you're satisfied with your determination…" Keigo snapped. Amelia whistled " Oh ho~" and they walked to the direction of their class building on the west side of the campus.
Keeping up with appearances, Keigo was undeniably charismatic with everyone loving or envying him within seconds. Amelia took the safe option and decided to sit away from the crowd near the back of the class. That is before a bunch of snobby oh-look-at-me-dress-like-a-whore girls swarmed around her. With sickening sweet smiles they chorused "HIII!" Amelia rose an eyebrow and took out her Macbook Air from her bag and whilst turning it on, turned to them halfway and said " Hello to what do I owe the displeasure of ruining my morning?" The girls smiles turned into wavering scribbles like a kid drew on their faces with lipstick, no doubt trying to process the sentence she had just said. One girl had figured it out after finally understanding the sentence, and with the entire class looking, including Atobe, she went up to Amelia and slapped her. ..
Well tried to anyway. The poor girl who had to end up on the wrong side of the heiress found her wrist gripped in a light shake. Which quickly turned into a suffocatingly hard one as she found herself screeching at the girl holding her tightly. Amelia smiled innocently enough, which turned into a delicate tumble of laughter. "Listen, first of all, I'm a principal, I have the right to send a letter or phone call to your parents/guardians for that behavior as stated in the rulebook, rule #52 : Principals have the power to deal out punishments as they see fit for disrespecting behavior done by the students. Second of all, " here she let go of the girl's wrist, and as she stumbled back from her she continued. " Why in the world would you try to slap someone who's simply saying hello? This is a free country is it not? Free reign over speech as written in the declaration of independence no?" She smiled softly although her eyes told the truth behind it all, "Who are your parents may I ask?" The unnamed girl now spoke quietly, standing alone as her 'friends' left her to her fate, " Arnold and Georgia Renguard." Amelia took out her phone, swiping through the contacts and stopped at a particular name. "Ah. The famous actor and author yes? How on earth they managed to bring you up is beyond my capable understanding. Excuse me for a second." She held up a finger, and the entire classroom decided to take a breath. "Yes, hello? Mr. Renguard? Yes, lovely morning to you as well. I just wanted to give a call that your daughter must have believed I was an unsuitable principal in her school! Well yes, thank you for the congratulations, although I believe you must take it up with your daughter somehow to teach her the ground rules in the business world. I take it she doesn't know which agency you're currently in? Along with her mother's publishing company? Yes, please do." Amelia handed her phone over to the girl who took it in a shaking hand. Whispering a quiet good morning, she stood biting her lip. Then her face went sickly white. "What? No-No way..you and mom? Ah- but-sure. I will, I'll see you at home today. Okay." Handing it back to the awaiting hand, she fled the classroom, shielding her face with her hands. Taking up the conversation again, Amelia ended the call with a "Thank you very much, I hope to see you at the next premiere along with Mrs. Renguard. Goodbye!" She ended the call and sat back down in her seat, and abruptly the class went back to life, taking in the new information. The gossip would spread like fire by the end of the first few periods.
IN A QUITER WING IN THE SOUTH SIDE OF CAMPUS
Having no idea what was going on in the west campus, but would know the knowledge of what happened hours later. Syuusuke and Ryoma were in the same class as they found out with the help of their schedules and their messages. They had apparently played a few matches (not seriously that would probably never end especially before class!) against each other, with Syuusuke winning overall, and ending up meeting up to go to class on time. Each carrying a slim schoolbag, and whilst walking one on his phone with the music playing, the other smiling from time to time taking pictures with his phone here and there. Both wearing their principal uniforms and customary rings attracted quite some attention from the students as they got to class right before the bell rang for the start of their first class: Psychology. Ryoma chose a seat in the middle of the wide room away from the main chatter. Syuusuke chose a seat near the back and arranged laptop before turning his phone on vibrate. A professor walked in and said " Hello welcome to advanced psychology, my name is Professor Arlert (reference anybody?) and today's lecture will be on ' Understanding the mind' . Flipping his own laptop open, he motioned for everyone to do the same with theirs, and thus began the lesson by sending them all a few questions, and a typed lecture. "Now as people have recorded over the past hundreds of years, psychology is a matter of twists and turns along with…."
