"Hey baby, give me a call tonight!" an arrogant-looking man exclaimed as he breezed past me while eyeing me hungrily.

Truthfully, I had enough. Moving here from Juuban High had been a mistake. At Juuban, the males would be kind enough not to stare at me as if I was a piece of steak, waiting to be delected at their call. They didn't pucker their arrogant lips at me as I walked by nor did they try to get a pinch out of my ass. The males here were completely barbaric. They eyed you with lust-filled eyes as if to eat you right up. They tried to smooth-talk me and stare down my shirt or just gaze rudely, uncomfortably.

The females were just as worse. Seeing a new face must've not gone well with them. As soon as I stepped through the classrooms door, every male had turned his head in my direction. I don't mean to sound conceited or arrogant, but I know I'm far from the ugly type. But ever since then, girls had avoided me like the plague. They had their own cliques, going around spreading false rumor. But I don't blame them, I would too if I female like that entered their territory.

I would now like to properly introduce myself. My name is Tsukino Usagi. My appearance does not matter in this case for I find no need for you to know. I am the daughter of one of the richest men in Japan, Tsukino Kenji. My relationship with my father is a poor one as we lack 'communicating skills'. I attend the most prestigious high school in Japan, Tokyo High. Even though it is a well-worn title by the school itself, I speak otherwise from the students that attend the school.

As I hurried on my way to my 2nd period, Biology, my figure had harshly bumped into another. I landed with a loud 'thud' as my body hit the ground. I winced in pain simultaneously when I became aware of what just happened. From the hard impact, my bag had dropped and the contents lay scattered on the floor. I slowly moved my hand to reach over to my bag. As if it was a signal, all males that had been watching had come to my aid and held out hands to help me up.

From the many hands, I chose a random one and hurled myself up. My bag with all its content was handed to me and I quickly left the area, not taking at least one glimpse of the person who had knocked me down. But as I exited the hall to my classroom I swore I heard a soft,

"Sorry."

Thinking it was a trick of the mind, I pushed the door open. All conversations that had been going on were now stopped. The room was now eerily silent. No one spoke a word. I sighed angrily and tried to find a vacant seat. I heard whispers and snickers of the other classmates as I went down the aisle. As soon as I found my seat, the whole classroom sprang to life. I laid down my bag and placed my arms on the table and dug my head in, waiting for the teacher to enter the room with his presence.

As soon as I mentioned that, the door swung open and Mr. Tsukiwaba entered. He was an old, frail man on the verge of retirement. He was scrawny and his old suit that consisted of a grey shirt with an old-fashioned black blazer adorned his top half while thick black pants occupied his legs.

"Class has now started. Before we do start, though. I would like to introduce a new member to the class. He has recently switched to this class, hoping it would suit his learning skills better." the teacher droned on.

But no one was listening. Because the minute, no the second the student stepped in, the eerily silence was back. Though it was short-lived because a moment later, girls were whispering excitedly. Though I was not listening to their ecstatic chattering. I was in my own world. For the male that stepped in, took my breath away with his appearance. He had messy but sexy jet-black hair that slightly shadowed his face, giving him an aura of mysteriousness. He had dark, almond shaped eyes adorned with thick black lashes. A sharp straight nose that artisans craved. A chiseled jaw line that emphasized the fullness of his pale strawberry lips. He was tall and lean but through his white-sleeved shirt, you could see the rippling muscles from years of working out.

"Please welcome-" the teacher said before he was cut off by the mysterious newcomer.

"Chiba. Mamoru Chiba."