Author's Note:I felt like uploading two chapters in one night. This chapter is dedicated to cerezita72903. Remember people, you could get a chapter dedication too! Well, lets get this started. I DO NOT OWN FASTER THAN A KISS!

I awoke that morning with a feeling that I saw sensei half naked! I saw the other girls pampering themselves with straightening irons and makeup. I looked in a mirror in the corner. My hair looked like ultimate crap! I remember being in the hot springs last night and I kept my hair in the usual bun I always did when I took a bath. But it was at the base of my head and it was everywhere! Some was left in the bun and the rest fell out. I feel like crap now. When I went to pull the ponytail out, something seemed to have fallen onto my shoulder. I looked at it and it was a bandeau halter top. It was cute but who threw it? I looked over and the girls were smiling at me. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be happy or scared.

We each unboarded the bus one by one but linking arms with one another once they found their friends. I walked off the bus and placed my towel onto the warm beach. I looked over to see Kurosawa snap the sand out of his and place his down gently.

"Alright Kaji, quit looking at other boys. You have one on your mind already. Let's go swimming!" Sayo called pulling my arm.

Just then, I caught Maa-kun and Kurosawa's eyes on me. I felt Sayo and Oka-chan's hands grip my cover up dress and yank it off. It wasn't my first time wearing a bikini. But it is my first time wearing a stuffed top. It made me look from a trainer bra to a c cup. I'm pretty sure Maa-kun noticed that it was fake but Kurosawa's nose began to bleed. I shrugged it off and ran to the water with the other girls. I put my face into Oka-chan's inner tube and screamed into it.

"This isn't working. Face it, he knows!" I screamed. "Maybe I should just go natural?"

"Then what are you going to do with the padding?" Meg asked.

"Why not stick 'em up your ass?" I rudely commented. I didn't mean to sound like a bitch but she made me wear this get-up.

"That's a great idea. It'll make it look like I have junk in the trunk! Get real!"

She reached her hand down my top, ripped them from me and tossed them over her shoulder. Who would've known it would land on the beach? I swam back and lay across my towel with the beach umbrella hovering over me. I felt a shadow figure over me and opened my eyes to find sensei holding the paddings in his hands. He knelt over and placed them by my hands.

"You dropped this. And if you can't get attention from boys with you being as flat as a cutting board, what makes you think they'll want you with fake ones? They'll end up finding out sooner or later." He whispered.

He turned around and walked away as I tossed a flip flop at the back of his head and stormed off from the group. I began walking along the shoreline in my red and white bandeau bikini top and matching bottoms with a grey jacket draped over my shoulders. I noticed a small cave which got me curious. So as usual, I went in without telling my classmates where I'd be. I stepped in and I saw these two gentlemen that looked around their early twenties. I took a couple steps back, hoping they didn't see me.

"Dude, there's a chick here!" the one on the right said.

I turned around to run but a forced hand gripped the hood of my jacket. It made me fall backwards as one of them locked my wrists together as the other forced open my jacket to look at my figure.

"You may be flatter than a pancake but you're still a woman!"

I closed my eyes tightly as I felt a big hand slide down my stomach to the hem of my bikini bottom. "Sensei!" I screamed. I didn't know why I screamed for him!

Something must've struck the one in front of me. Because when something hit him, since he had his hands on my shoulders, I fell on my stomach. I turned and saw sensei shielding me. It felt nice having him guard me. But he's just a teacher. What could he do to protect me? He knocked one out with his kick and pulled out a pocket knife and made a mark onto the other's left cheek.

"If you come after her again, I will have evidence that you did it more than once! Now get out of my sight. Both of you," sensei brutally told one. He flipped the blade back into the sheath which resulted in blood splashing onto his face. He turned around to face me and he looked like a murderer from Hell! He offered me his hand and I slid back as far as I could.

"I didn't know it was you..."

"Fumino, I'm s-"

"Don't apologize! I trusted you. My father warned me about a yankee teaching but I didn't think it would be you!"

"Fumino, just let me explain!"

"No. I don't want anything to do with you! You lied to me! I hate you, sensei!" I ran out with tears streaming down my face. I wasn't thinking when I told him I loathed him. But it hurts me knowing what I said! I'm sorry, sensei. It must be the love I have for you that makes me hate you so much! But it's not you I hate. It's me. Knowing I hurt you! Knowing I fell in love with my teacher!