Chapter 2
Most of the people in Haruka's math class starred at her as she walked into the room. Her eyes lowered to the floor during her trip to her seat. She frowned when the guy she normally sat with stood and moved to another table.
'Everybody hates me.' Haruka sat down and got out her homework.
Haruka was the only person in her class with an A average. She was a very smart woman, near the top of her class, yet nobody ever recognized her for it. Her teachers never congratulated her on perfect test scores. Her name was never listed in the school's paper for being on the honor roll.
Ever since she realized her orientation she's noticed the attitudes toward her changing. When she was attending elementary and most of middle school, she was well-liked, having many friends. There was one, whom she thought of as a sister; the first and only person she told about her sexuality. She'd never gotten a chance to tell anybody else, her so-called friend spread a horrible rumor that Haruka had tried to rape her.
Sadly, she'd become accustomed to her classmates' taunting. Each time, she simply ignored them.
"Is this seat taken... Haruka, right?" Michiru looked down at the frightened blond. She sat down in the seat when she didn't speak. "I don't care if they stare at me... I'm used to it Haruka." she leaned closer to the butch. "See... You and I, we aren't that much different." Michiru sat back up as a soft gasp escaped her neighbor's lips.
Michiru frowned some when a folded piece of paper was tossed back on top of her notes in the middle of class. Her fingers worked to open it up, what she saw nearly brought tears to her eyes. On the pate was a very poorly drawn picture of Haruka and Michiru making love, on a bed, surrounded by roaring flames. At the top of the page it read, "Haruka and Michiru: Carpet Munchers" and at the bottom, under the drawing "Burn in Hell." Carefully, she placed it in front of Haruka so she could see it.
"Michiru, I understand you're new, but I have a strict no note passing policy in this classroom, please bring that to me." Mr. Kisari set down his chalk and motioned for the paper.
"I didn't write it sir. It was drawn and given to me." she handed him the paper before returning to her seat.
Mr. Kisari looked down at the page, it was evident that he was trying to contain his laughter as he spoke. "Who did this?"
"I did Mr. Kisari, am I in trouble?" Damion grinned, already knowing the answer.
"No, just see that it doesn't happen again."
Haruka glanced at Michiru. "See what I meant." Michiru simply nodded and continued taking notes...
She reached up to grab Haruka's hand as the bell rang. "Hey Ruka. I was wondering if you could help me with this stuff. I don't understand math at all."
Haruka blushed some at both the nickname, and the question. "Sure... would you like to sit with me at lunch? We can work on it then." Michiru nodded as she grabbed her things and headed toward her next class. A small smirk played on the normal frown of Haruka's lips.
"What are you smiling about? You don't deserve to smile fag." a student laughed at her before she left the room. Haruka's smile quickly faded after that.