Hiiii! God... It's been an extremelyyyyyy long time, I know.. I apologize. I've been quite busy.. Actually, I haven't been. Just really reallyyyyyyyy lazy... So much Doctor Who... And Manga... I've had a lot of homework lately and tests and since I'm practically done with school for a few months, I hope to post more. I wrote so much, I just haven't been typing it. And then the occasional writers block. Or procrastination.. Lots of that... But I promise, to anyone that still reads this, I will be posting more... I hope...

Also, I'm thinking about writing/illustrating my own manga.. But I'm in need of some characters and storylines. If anyone wants to help, I'd be reallyyy grateful. I'm in need of characters, descriptions, personalities, etc.. Fears/weaknesses/hobbies/age/style/features... Stuff like that... And it has to do with teen dramas. (It's actually a fantasy sort of story, but it's dealing with teenage drama. Like school bullying and the usual stuff like that). If anyone could help, I'd be very grateful. Please and thank you :) Anyway, enjoy

Chapter Fifty Three

This day is so awkward. Normally, I'm quite good at blending into the background, and especially at hiding from specific people. But, seeing as I refuse to wear that dreadful waste of fabric that these rich snobs call a uniform, I stick out like a pedophile at a children's party. The fact that I just used that simile only proves it. I tried to tone it down, slightly, to hopefully hide. I'm wearing a slightly oversized, fitted white shirt over a black tank top, hanging over black jeans. The blue jacket is barely hanging over my arm and my newly brown hair is brushed down into neat bangs over my black, rectangle frames. I can almost blend in. Almost. But seeing as I am not a guy, yet am wearing the uniform for one, it's quite hard to blend in. Too bad I'm not as flat-chested as Haruhi. If only…

School started five minutes ago and I'm seated in my usual spot, next to Linzy and Joy. Tamaki and Kyoya are in their regular seats as well, only, they're both acting oddly. Kyoya refuses to look at me although when he does, he looks angry; Tamaki, on the other hand, is constantly looking over, and he looks depressed. I look to Linzy, but she's too busy drawing and reading manga to notice me. Joy's writing a mirror image rant, again.

I stare down at my own unfinished drawing. It's a girl with long hair covering her face, head looking down and knees pulled up to her chest. She's surrounded by darkness while the monsters with large, pointed teeth and sharp red eyes surround her. Out, in the light, on the top left corner is a boy with long, black hair covering his face, muscular build and all black clothes with spikes and chains. In the right corner stands a slim, teenage boy with short, neat black hair and glasses. He has on a dress shirt tucked into black pants and a shaded blazer hanging from his shoulders. The bottom left corner has an unfinished girl with big, puffy, dark hair and lots of makeup.

I rip out a page of paper and pass it to Joy. When she hands it back, it says, in mirror image:

"I don't know O.o He was looking for you yesterday and suddenly he got mad and whenever your name was mentioned, he would get really annoyed and yell at us…"

…What. The. Hell…? So, I obviously didn't do anything, right? I scribble out a quick message and hand the paper back. Not a minute later, it falls back on my book. "O_o Can guys get red ninja? XD"

It's a thought.

"Okay, everyone," the teacher says. "We'll continue this conversation after lunch."

Everyone shuffles out and the five of us are left alone, still packing up. God damn it. Why?"Vee-chan! Vee!" Linzy starts digging through my bag, pulling out everything I'd just packed away. "Where's your pen?"

"Which one?""The inking pen!""It's in the front pocket. As always. Stop throwing my stuff!" She pulls it out and starts tracing whatever it is she was drawing, leaving me to continue putting everything away, once again.

"Come on~" Joy's jumping up and down by the door.

"One sec… Where's my…" My eyes widen as I notice the big, blond idiot, smiling like a two-year-old. He's skipping up to the ticked off Kyoya by the door and in his hands is my drawing book, the last page flipped open.

"Look, Kyoya! He looks just like you!" Kyoya turns, gaze shifting to the drawing of him I'd made. My body goes rigid. I watch, jaw dropped and eyes wide, as Kyoya stares at it. His hard, grey eyes slowly move across the page. Just as he looks at the corner where he was drawn, and the "random girl" in the center of the page, his eyes widen slightly and his face soften into something resembling pain. His eyes shift up to look at me. His mouth opens as if to speak, but then snaps shut, seeming to remember something.

"You're delusional. That looks nothing like me. It barely even looks like a boy." His words burn into me like the fire I used to adore, seeming to set fire to my insides. The tears hang on the edges of my eyes, taunting me as he tosses the drawing book carelessly onto a desk with his head turned, hiding his face.

"Ah! Kyoya! Don't be so rude! It's amazing!" Tamaki yells, shocked. He runs to my side and hugs me, his arms tightening around my shoulders. I don't tense up. I don't move. I don't even breath. I simply bite my lip and hold back the downpour that is sure to come any second . From the corner of my eye, I see Kyoya flinch, his shoulders lifting for a quick moment.

"Let us be on our way, baka. The twins can't be left alone much longer and I'm afraid I can't stand being in its presence any longer."

My eyes narrow, jaw clenching as I hold back the sudden urge to growl or launch myself across the room and rip out Kyoya's throat. One of the dreaded tears stings my cheek as it escapes.

"Stop it! You're upsetting her! Never treat a princess with such disrespect!"

"I'd hardly call that a princess…"

"Fine! I get it! For Christ's sake! I'm leaving!" I shout, growling. I shove my last notebook in my bag and push passed him to exit the room.

"B-but… Virginia! You said you would go to the Host Club today!"

"I don't recall ever saying that.""Come on~" Linzy whines, jumping up and down. She and Tamaki each grab an arm and drag me away to Music Room Three, Joy running alongside and leaving Kyoya to skulk around the classroom.

Stupid Kyoya…