Hi hi! Thanks for all those marvelous reviews though I have to disagree with some of them 'cuz I know you're all just being very nice on the comments you've given to me and the story. I'm really hyper today, so if the story sounds weird, you can blame it on hyper ness in general. Now, on with the story!
You Never Got To Know Me...
Now You Will Never Be Able To
Chapter 5
By Namida no Hikari
namidanohikari@aol.com
"Oy, minna!"
Turning, the two girls under the oak trees smiled at the bubbly blonde that was heading their way.
"Why so happy today, Mina-chan?"
"Yeah, what's with the grin that's been on your face since this morning?" Makoto asked, confusion clearly expressed on her face. "I know it's not because you're happy to be in school. That's her," gestures to Ami who sits with a book on her lap, "job."
With huge hearts popping onto her face in place of her eyes, Minako began jumping up and down shrieking about some cute guy.
"HOLD IT!"
Coming to an abrupt stop in the middle of her jumping, she stared wide-eyed at Makoto before realizing that she was defying gravity and fell to the ground, landing on her butt.
With a sweat drop on the back of her head, Makoto went up to Minako and offered her a hand in which she accepted as she was pulled to her feet.
Approaching them, Ami bent to pick up Minako's book that she had so precariously dumped down onto the ground, too excited about another cute boy that she saw.
"Minako, calm down and tell us about this hunk you were shouting about."
With hearts in her eyes that didn't seem to be looking directly at Makoto as she spoke, she said, "How about you see for yourself?"
"Wha-?!" Whirling around, she could instantly spot what was attracting the entire crowd of screaming girls. Though they were all over him, she could still see his head, as it was that he is quite tall.
With hearts in her eyes, Makoto clasped her hands together and dreamily said, "What a cutie! He looks just like my old boyfriend."
"That's what you always say."
"But it's true!" Makoto protested, never taking her eyes off the guy standing in the front of the school, looking for all the world a descended god from heaven.
He was a tall and lean boy with just the right shade of tan. He had muscles that couldn't be hidden by his clothing, making girls yearn to run their hands over the smooth skin. He had black hair with a few streaks of dark blue and had the most amazing pair of the eyes the girls had ever seen. His mid-night blue orbs seemed to be a whirlpool where a person can easily get lost in. They shone as though they held all the secrets to the world and sparkled in amusement at the girls that were all trying to get grabs at him.
"Let the guy breathe, will ya? At the least, let me through."
The crowd of girls that were joined by Ami, Mina, and Makoto, turned as one to the speak, who's voice was filled with annoyance.
Standing there on the stairs to the school was a girl who had her hands on her hips with her head tilted back. What left everyone gaping was what she was wearing and not everyone was gaping in shock, mind you.
"Do you go to this school?"
"What do you think? I don't think I would be standing on the school's door steps if I don't come here." She snapped, slinging a case over her right shoulder.
"But-but...."
"But what?" Smirking she walked down the stairs, drawing all the eyes to her.
"THAT'S NOT APPROPRIATE ATTIRE!!! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE SCHOOL UNIFORM ON!"
"Oh?" Turning only her head to make eye contact with the girl who gave the outburst, she asked, "And how would you know what is appropriate or not?" Eyeing the girl's tiny uniform which consisted of a really short skirt and a tight short that hung low, almost to a point of indecent ness meaningly. "I highly doubt you are in a position to tell me how to dress."
Turning her back as though she were dismissing the fuming girl behind her who was wearing an unhealthy shade of red, she walked through the crowd which was now full of boys also who were drooling over her. They parted like the Red Sea as she headed towards the boy that was in the mist of it.
Once she was in his view, he cocked his head to the side, studying her attire.
She was dressed in a black leather suit with a v-neckline that hugged her slender curves softly and a pair of long, black boots that rode up to her knees. Covering her hands were a pair of short, leather gloves and a long silver necklace with a silver crescent moon hanging from it. Her silverish-blond hair was up in a high ponytail held by a silky, black ribbon that trailed down a long way, twining together with her hair. She had on a pair of silver crescents hanging from her ears and a pair of stylish sunglasses covering her eyes. Strands of hair that escaped her hold framed her lean face that held not an ounce of baby fat.
Standing in front of the hottie, as the girls had labeled him, she arched an eyebrow at him when she saw that there was a girl who hadn't let go of his arms and were clinging to it as though it were her life line. He looked back at her before shrugging in helplessness. She had no doubt that his arm would be numb from being cut off from blood circulation.
"Would you mind letting go of my boyfriend?"
I'm really sorry that this is so short, but I wanted to get something out, since you guys are being so supportive. I can't let that go to a waste, ne? I probably wouldn't be able to update too often because of all the school work that my teachers stacked me up with. I'll try my best, but no promises. You're always welcome to give me your opinion and if you have any ideas, let me know of them. Ja ne! ^.~
You Never Got To Know Me...
Now You Will Never Be Able To
Chapter 5
By Namida no Hikari
namidanohikari@aol.com
"Oy, minna!"
Turning, the two girls under the oak trees smiled at the bubbly blonde that was heading their way.
"Why so happy today, Mina-chan?"
"Yeah, what's with the grin that's been on your face since this morning?" Makoto asked, confusion clearly expressed on her face. "I know it's not because you're happy to be in school. That's her," gestures to Ami who sits with a book on her lap, "job."
With huge hearts popping onto her face in place of her eyes, Minako began jumping up and down shrieking about some cute guy.
"HOLD IT!"
Coming to an abrupt stop in the middle of her jumping, she stared wide-eyed at Makoto before realizing that she was defying gravity and fell to the ground, landing on her butt.
With a sweat drop on the back of her head, Makoto went up to Minako and offered her a hand in which she accepted as she was pulled to her feet.
Approaching them, Ami bent to pick up Minako's book that she had so precariously dumped down onto the ground, too excited about another cute boy that she saw.
"Minako, calm down and tell us about this hunk you were shouting about."
With hearts in her eyes that didn't seem to be looking directly at Makoto as she spoke, she said, "How about you see for yourself?"
"Wha-?!" Whirling around, she could instantly spot what was attracting the entire crowd of screaming girls. Though they were all over him, she could still see his head, as it was that he is quite tall.
With hearts in her eyes, Makoto clasped her hands together and dreamily said, "What a cutie! He looks just like my old boyfriend."
"That's what you always say."
"But it's true!" Makoto protested, never taking her eyes off the guy standing in the front of the school, looking for all the world a descended god from heaven.
He was a tall and lean boy with just the right shade of tan. He had muscles that couldn't be hidden by his clothing, making girls yearn to run their hands over the smooth skin. He had black hair with a few streaks of dark blue and had the most amazing pair of the eyes the girls had ever seen. His mid-night blue orbs seemed to be a whirlpool where a person can easily get lost in. They shone as though they held all the secrets to the world and sparkled in amusement at the girls that were all trying to get grabs at him.
"Let the guy breathe, will ya? At the least, let me through."
The crowd of girls that were joined by Ami, Mina, and Makoto, turned as one to the speak, who's voice was filled with annoyance.
Standing there on the stairs to the school was a girl who had her hands on her hips with her head tilted back. What left everyone gaping was what she was wearing and not everyone was gaping in shock, mind you.
"Do you go to this school?"
"What do you think? I don't think I would be standing on the school's door steps if I don't come here." She snapped, slinging a case over her right shoulder.
"But-but...."
"But what?" Smirking she walked down the stairs, drawing all the eyes to her.
"THAT'S NOT APPROPRIATE ATTIRE!!! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE SCHOOL UNIFORM ON!"
"Oh?" Turning only her head to make eye contact with the girl who gave the outburst, she asked, "And how would you know what is appropriate or not?" Eyeing the girl's tiny uniform which consisted of a really short skirt and a tight short that hung low, almost to a point of indecent ness meaningly. "I highly doubt you are in a position to tell me how to dress."
Turning her back as though she were dismissing the fuming girl behind her who was wearing an unhealthy shade of red, she walked through the crowd which was now full of boys also who were drooling over her. They parted like the Red Sea as she headed towards the boy that was in the mist of it.
Once she was in his view, he cocked his head to the side, studying her attire.
She was dressed in a black leather suit with a v-neckline that hugged her slender curves softly and a pair of long, black boots that rode up to her knees. Covering her hands were a pair of short, leather gloves and a long silver necklace with a silver crescent moon hanging from it. Her silverish-blond hair was up in a high ponytail held by a silky, black ribbon that trailed down a long way, twining together with her hair. She had on a pair of silver crescents hanging from her ears and a pair of stylish sunglasses covering her eyes. Strands of hair that escaped her hold framed her lean face that held not an ounce of baby fat.
Standing in front of the hottie, as the girls had labeled him, she arched an eyebrow at him when she saw that there was a girl who hadn't let go of his arms and were clinging to it as though it were her life line. He looked back at her before shrugging in helplessness. She had no doubt that his arm would be numb from being cut off from blood circulation.
"Would you mind letting go of my boyfriend?"
I'm really sorry that this is so short, but I wanted to get something out, since you guys are being so supportive. I can't let that go to a waste, ne? I probably wouldn't be able to update too often because of all the school work that my teachers stacked me up with. I'll try my best, but no promises. You're always welcome to give me your opinion and if you have any ideas, let me know of them. Ja ne! ^.~