Destined to Be
Chapter 1: Opposites
A loud bang was heard down the school hallway. "I had enough already," thought the blond-haired girl while closing her locker.
She then continued walking down the corridor to proceed to her next class.
As she continued to saunter, she began to reflect what happened to her just before she headed to her locker.
"Well, who do we have here?" unsurprisingly spoke Mr. Andrew Waltfield, the principal.
The girl gave a smirk and said, "You know I'll come back."
Slowly, Mr.Waltfield got up from his chair and strolled across the room to get a cup of coffee.
"Ms.Attha," he began, "as far as I know about you, you failed all of your subjects, always coming to school late, disobeying a number of the school's rules and regulations such as your clothes, disrespect to your teachers, and quarrelsome attitude."
He placed his fists on his desk and leaned forward to talk directly to her face.
"You know something else, Ms.Attha?" he questioned her in a very serious tone. She focused her amber eyes on his stern look and replied, "What?"
He lowered his head and held it up again. "You have been in detention a lot of times and I guess this is the right time that I need to talk to your parents."
Suddenly, the school bell rang in time for the next class.
He relaxed himself in his chair and said, "Ms.Attha, you may now proceed to your next class. Here is the letter for your parents."
She then left his office without even saying a word.
Just after she left, a woman with short, dark hair came in.
"Was that Cagalli I just saw strolling angrily in the hallway?" she asked Andrew.
"Yes it was, Natarle. I gave her a letter to give to her parents so I would have some help on disciplining that kid," he answered.
"I hope you didn't become too harsh on her. She might have encountered a family problem or some other factors that make her do these things," Natarle remarked.
"I wish you're right, Ms. Guidance Counselor, but" he sighed, "I wish I could help her."
Cagalli made her way fast to her next class, History, the most boring subject ever.
"I hate History. All those memorization, important dates, and weird explanations are making me nuts," she thought.
In the middle of her thoughts, she stopped walking.
"Wait a minute," a thought raised to her spine, "what if I skip classes?"
She grinned wickedly but frowned when she realized about the letter.
"Maybe some other time," she finally concluded.
It was already recess and everyone can't wait to grab a bite on something to eat.
A handsome lad with dark blue hair went to the library instead of the canteen. He asked the librarian if there are any books on law.
While waiting for the librarian to check the list, he looked around to see if there are any students reading.
"Well, looks like there more people craving for food than for knowledge," he told himself and smiled.
"Oh young man," the librarian called out, "law books are found in the Educational section, Row B."
"Thank you," he replied with a smile.
"Hmm…Educational section, Row B," he thought. He has a little bit of difficulty in finding the right row because the library is so huge.
"Aha! I finally found it," he said victoriously as soon as he found it.
While he was scanning some books, he heard some girls giggling and whispering.
Glancing at their faces with his green eyes, he knew they are talking about him.
He is the hottest campus personality and also the school's major heartthrob. He admits that he's a great leader that is why he won the recent student council elections. He's also very smart – ranking Top 1 in every examination and winning last year's "Student of the Year" award. He comes from a very wealthy family – having a father who is a big time politician and a mother who is a former beauty queen.
He shook those thoughts about his life as soon as he found the books he needed. He quietly sat down on a chair – assuring he's far away from other students so he could concentrate better.
Hours have past when we have last seen Cagalli's and Athrun's separate lives and another school day has passed.
While Cagalli ran down the hallways as fast as she could, her temper flared again when she bumped accidentally into a red-haired girl.
"Hey!" she shouted when she crashed the hard, smooth floor, "do you know how to watch where you're going?"
"Isn't it you should be the one to watch where you're going?" the girl retorted angrily as she tried to get up, "and by the way, you should only walk not run in the school halls!"
"Do you know who you're talking to, missy?" Cagalli uttered bitterly as she started to clench her fists.
The girl tried to back out but she was pushed by the fuming blond-haired girl to the wall behind her.
"The name's Cagalli, don't ever forget that," she warned as she pointed her right index finger to the girl's face.
"Ehem…Ms.Cagalli Yula Attha," a voice unexpectedly interrupted, "the principal would like to see you…again."
In the meantime, Cagalli smoothened her clothes and then gave threatening look at the girl's eyes. She picked up her boyish cap and headed to the principal's office with Ms.Badgiruel.
"What are you looking at?" she hissed at some students staring at her.
"This day sucks," she told herself.
"Finally, practice is over," Athrun thought as he opened his gym locker.
When he opened the locker, hundreds of love letters spilled out. "Not again," he said to himself desperately.
"Yoh, Zala!" a voice called to catch his attention.
"Oh, it's you Dearka," said Athrun as soon as he recognized his buddy's voice.
When Dearka saw the mountain of letters, he whistled in amazement.
"Man, you're a real babe magnet!" he teased.
"Dearka, can you help me out with this rather than just standing there teasing me?" spoke Athrun in frustration.
"Alright, I'll help you out," Dearka replied as he held his hands up as if he was surrendering.
While they were stuffing the letters inside a garbage bag, Dearka noticed a letter with such familiar handwriting.
He opened it up and began to read its contents. His eyes grew wider and wider as soon as he concluded who it was. Athrun paused for a while and saw Dearka's surprised face.
"What is it, Dearka?" he asked his dark-colored friend.
"Man, I can't believe this!" Dearka only managed to say.
"Dearka," Athrun said -- sounding a little bit annoyed.
"Hey! Do you know Mia Campbell?" Dearka asked.
"Of course, I do. She's the most popular girl in school. Why did you ask?" he said in reply.
Dearka slapped his pal's back causing him to almost fall flat on his face.
"Man, she likes you!" his buddy told him cheerfully while he hit the letter on his face, "I can't believe you! You're the luckiest guy in the whole campus!"
Meanwhile, Athrun tried to get himself up, snatched the strawberry-scented stationary from the dark hand of his friend, and then threw it as well in a big garbage bag along with the other letters. After seeing what Athrun did, his eyes grew wide in shock and confusion.
"Athrun, are you not happy about the fact that the most popular and hard-to-get girl in school likes you?" asked Dearka who's feeling a little bit irritated by the actions of his bud.
A pair of green eyes stared at him, and then Athrun breathed out a heavy sigh. "Dearka, I'm not interested in girls. I'm already satisfied with my life," he said plainly.
At last, he has finished cleaning up all those nonsense letters. He picked up his bag and walked out of the gym.
Dearka, however, leaned his shoulder on his locker and sighed. "Man, he needs a life!" he thought sadly.