*slam*

"NO ASSIGNMENT?! DO YOU THINK YOU COME TO SCHOOL TO PLAY AROUND?! ITS ENOUGH AS IT IS. DETENTION FOR YOU *Slam*"

And so, the bell rang right at that moment. Her ears started to ring as she watched him stomp out of the room. The quite room started bustling. Some went out the cafeteria while snickering at her, while the others just sent pitiful gazes towards her way.

Did they really think she wanted that pity? Each one of them pitiful gazes came from lustful me- boys. Just because the rumor of her playing around like how was spread...disgusting. Purely disgusting. Why would a woman even do that to another? She asked herself only to be met with silence... *sigh*

She could either go on the rooftop or stay. Deciding that she was too tired, she laid her head the desk...she was just...tired..haaa. She felt herself on the brink of slipping away..it was soothing in a sense.

~2nd pov~

"Oi, don't run!" He said chasing after one of his friends. "Oi-"

"Aaaa, Kuro, Usui's Coming!"

"RUN!"

Laughs echoed in the hall as they ran, chasing and being chased. He banged his hand on the door and stopped to catch his breath, keeping an eye out for any girls around. For some reason, a panting and sweaty Takumi Usui was way more attractive than usual. Why, for what reason...who knows?

He looked to his left to see a somewhat similar pair of raven hair. 'From this morning?' He wondered. Before he knew it, he was walking towards her. His footsteps echoed in the empty classroom. Her hair shown in the sunlight, a pity that her face couldn't be seen.

One arm hanged limply down her side. He assumed her to be sleeping. He brought up his hand, feeling the urge to pat her head. Why? He thought. Was it because she looked like a small, scared puppy, or was it because of how she avoided him like a cat? Who knows...really..

He flinched as he heard high pitched voices coming towards the classroom. 'What the hell was I doing? Stupid. Stupid!'

"Kyaaa~ usui-kun..."

"Did you...bla...blablabla..."

Useless chatter and a fake smile. He was tired of it, but he had a image to maintain...he had to. After all that, he simply returned to his class, making promises of beating the shit of his friends who ran away with his lunch.

~1st pov~

~time-skip to after school~

She decided to skip detention. That hotheaded baldy wouldn't remember anyways. As she was making her way out of the class, a force pushed her back on the wall. She cringed at the contact but refrained from saying anything. She looked dead eyed at the girls who had just pinned her down at the wall.

"You."

"Stay away from OUR usui-kun."

"Yeah, it was obvious that a slut like you would want to make her moves but.."

"Dirt like you doesn't belong with someone like him."

"So stay away, got it?"

The girl slammed her against the wall once more and then made their way out to the shoe lockers. She clenched her shoulder as a sharp pain tore out through her body. Needles, she felt needles all over.

Those fuckin- haa. They didn't have to go this far. She grabbed her books, once again scattered on the ground and picked them up. She felt something bubbling inside of her. She felt empty yet at the same time, it hurt. It was a numbing pain. She wanted to cry but she didn't want to because that would just be pathetic.

Even if wanted to cry she couldn't have, she wouldn't have been able to. She rushed out of the school as quick as she could and made her way towards her home. She didn't even notice a specific gaze on her as she passed by. Just as someone wouldn't notice everyone they passed by on the street, she didn't even remember the face of the man who made her go through all of this.

~2nd pov~

What was with that expression of hers? What was with those lifeless eyes and that stoic face...

He stood there wondering, fighting against going after her. After all, she was but a stranger who he just met today. Why did he care?

~1st pov~

She rushed in the bathroom and took her shirt off in a haste. Her breath was ragged, and her mind was a blur. She needed to feel, something, anything. Her hands roamed the familiar counter in search for the sharp object. 'Where, where? Ah-'

She retracted at the small cut made at the top of her finger. Yes, yes, she needed this, she needed to calm down. She grabbed the blade and began her work. She was in a frenzy; one, two, three...how many till she was satisfied?

Just right after the sixth cut, she fell to the ground and begin to bawl her eyes out. She didn't want this, she didn't want this, she didn't want this.

Why, why, whywhywhywhywhy, WHY?! She screamed out for a while and finally calmed down. Fatigue took over her.

When she moved her arm to reach for the counter, a sharp, burning pain shot through. She retracted and used the right one to balance herself. She took off her skirt and threw it along with the shirt and walked out, just in her underwear.

She walked over limply to the bed, not even having enough energy to cook, or even eat. She flopped down, somehow covered herself, and fell asleep in the warm embrace. Her arm hanged over from the side of the bed as a few drops trickled down her arm and splashed on the ground.

Tragic, isn't it?

~boredotaku

~this and the previous chapters were rewritten