The bell rang, signaling the end of fifth period and the transitory break until sixth. Yamato heaved a sigh, as though a century has passed since he saw Sora in the library. He quickly gathered his belongings, and rushed down the hallway--the first time that he passed Mimi without even one glance.

"Yamato! I'm extremely shocked. You are actually on time today." The teacher gasped. Yamato glanced over to Sora to see if she was listening to the conversation. She sighed annoyed, glancing back at her book, trying to find the spot where she left off at.

Yamato sat in his usual seat to the right of her, trying to figure out how to strike a conversation. Noticing the familiar bright pink of the compatibility results that had fallen out of her book bag, Yamato decided to try a conversation with that. "Er.." Yamato began somewhat shyly. "Who did you get on your compatibility results?"

Sora looked up and placed a bookmark on the page, closing the book. She peered up and looked at Yamato, who was feeling a chill run down his spine. Sora then glanced at the ground, and picked up her results a bit shyly. "Who did -you- get?" She responded, clutching hers tightly, not one bit intent on sharing her personal information.

"Uhh...Mimi.. of course." Yamato responded quickly, not expecting the question to bounce back on him.

"Oh.. really.." Sora said in disbelief, quickly snatching his results out of his hand. She unfolded the crumpled paper, and began to read it curiously, but stopped at the first name on the list. She did not know to feel whether mortified or excited that her name was on the list of the most popular guy, but most superficial guy at school--or so -she- thought he was superficial. "I feel -so- honored." Sora began sarcastically. She unfolded her results and showed them to Yamato and his heart fluttered, knowing that he was the first on Sora's list also. Sora continued reading down the list, finding that the results were lacking Mimi's name. "Mimi's name isn't on here.." Sora began slyly.

"Yeah.." Yamato sighed and took back his results, folded and pocketed it.

"I know how much you like Mimi." Sora began. "But cheer up. There's more fish in the sea."

"I know that. I'm over Mimi." Yamato began. "I'm starting to like another girl."

"Oh..that's great." She rolled her eyes. 'Ugh, what a stupid lug. Once he's over one girl, he has to like another.' "And who's the -lucky- girl this time?" 'And I thought maybe he would change his ways for once after he got over the two-year long obsession over Mimi..'

"Um.." Yamato tugged at the collar of his white, button-up shirt. "Well.. it's you."

Sora's eyes widened in shock. 'He doesn't mean.. me, does he? No, it couldn't be..I'm not half as beautiful as Mimi and her friends, and that's all that Yamato looks for in a girl.' Sora shook her head, trying to get that thought out. "You mean Yu Ida, right? Mimi's best gossiping buddy?"

"No.." Yamato chuckled. "The girl I like..is you, Sora."

Sora opened her mouth but no sound came out.

"Mr. Ishida and Ms. Takenouchi!" The teacher's voice interrupted. "Class has started ten minutes ago and you two are STILL talking. I've been ignoring you, but one by one, the class decided to stop paying attention to my teachings and start paying attention to you two's admitting of affections for each other. I'll let you off with a warning..for I was a big romantic in my days also." A chuckle. "But I'm sorry to say, if it happens again..detention!"

Sora sank down in her seat, mortified, as she heard chuckles and mentions of her name and Yamato's in whispers of gossip at corners of the class. 'What an ass, that Yamato. I bet all he said today was a lie to see what my reactions would be for his own sick amusement. Now that the class is laughing with him, I hope he's happy.' Sora took out the appropriate book for the class and quickly flipped to the page that everyone else is on.

Yamato glanced at her and sighed. 'Ugh, I bet she hates me now.' Sora looked up and glanced over to him and her eyes met his. Yamato felt his face grow warm and his eyes quickly retreated to another direction.

'Or maybe.. he really does like me..'