A/N: Sorry for the long wait for a new chapter. The names I use in this chapter I got off the Internet so they're really Japanese and have meanings, unless the site lied to me. A BIG thanks to the people who review, and to show how much I appreciate you if you review for this chapter I'll make the best plot suggestion I hear happen. So review and add a thing you'd like to see in the plot and if it's the best you win and I'll put it in. Also there's some cussing but if you're over the age of thirteen (like your supposed to be if your reading this) then you hear it all the time at school, so no biggie. Anyway reviewers you're the best and here's the next chapter.

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Chapter 5: Fun at School

School always sucked for me but today seemed to take the cake. Not only were my only friends at my school fighting but also half the girls in the school glared at me and the other half seemed to think I was the nicest guy in the school. It was really making me mad I made a stupid mistake and now people had labeled me as the new American asshole or the new sweet guy from the States. (A/N- do foreigners call it that? Tell me and you get a cookie.) I also had yet to find out how the hell they found out. I hadn't seen that girl I had mistaken for Naota anywhere all day or any other day I'd been at school. To me it was just one of those things all guys don't understand about girls. It was like they had a telepathic link or something, or maybe they just used IM on the school laptops? It didn't matter though right now I had to focus on avoiding death glares and getting to my next class.

On any normal day I would have had some slight enthusiasm of starting my new music class. But today I didn't feel like announcing myself to the class and receiving the now sure barrage of personal questions from all the female student body inhabiting the class. I started going over some of the horrible questions I was sure to hear in my head. I continued on this train of thought until I reached the classroom. Room T-10 soon to a new form of torture.

I decided to get it over quick and opened the sliding door and went straight to teacher's desk. I could feel all the eyes of the already seated class on me as I handed her the transfer paper. She was a younger woman and seemed fresh out of college. She was wearing a white sweatshirt and had two buns on either side of the back of her head, which reminded me of a certain famous mouse. For a second I wondered how many hours she must take a day on it to make that happen when she spoke up.

" So it says here you were kicked out of your old English class. It wasn't because of behavior I hope." She said as if expecting the worst.

" No it's just I'm from America so the teacher didn't want me to disrupt everything by flying through work."

" I see well we've done some work you'll need to catch up on. Also I'm currently asking that all students try an instrument so they better understand the feel of music you see. So I expect you to have chosen one by tomorrow. So now all that's left is you to introduce yourself to the class, and I'll assign you a table." After the last part she gave a small smile.

" I think I misunderstood you said table you mean desk right?"

" No most work here is group work so I place all students in tables which they work with. I find it a better way to learn, after all in the workplace you hardly work alone."

" Um yeah ok. I understand I think."

" Great!" she seemed almost too happy, "Ok class now it's time for you to meet the new student. He's from America and his name is…. um."

" It's Zac." I added.

" Right Zac, see I was testing if you were paying attention." She had a lopsided grin on her face that made me wonder if she was a little off her rocker. " Anyway does anyone have any questions? Anyone? Anyone?"

Suddenly about ten hands shot up.' Shit worst nightmare come true' I thought to myself.

" Wow um ok, Miyu you go first." She pointed to a girl seated at a table near the back that had straight jet-black hair that reached past her shoulders.

" Do you enjoy messing around with strangers or do like to take advantage of people in emotional times?"

"Ah crap," I said silently to myself before answering, "Well you see it wasn't really like that." The teacher looked a little surprised at this and then decided to break the tension.

" Ok um," she moved her finger around the room and stopped on a girl seated at a desk in the middle of the class with shoulder length hair put behind her ears, " Nariko your turn."

" If my dad died how would you make me feel better?"

' Crap again,' I thought, " Um well I guess I could talk to you about it and help you get your mind off of it." I was pretty satisfied with my answer until the Miyu girl yelled out.

" So you'd take advantage of her weakened state, huh?" I was about to say something back when Nariko spoke up.

"No he didn't mean that!"

" Of course he did he's an asshole!"

" No he's not he's really nice!"

The argument continued and the classes' heads collectively shot back and forth between the girls as they argued. They suddenly stood up and started to walk towards each other when the teacher decided it was time to end it.

" Well girls that was eventful but now it is time for class." She hurriedly said before the next rebuttal could be made. They both gave a small huff and one said something under her breath I couldn't make out.

" Ok Zac you sit at Miyu's table." I started to grudgingly walk over this was the last seat I wanted.

" No I refuse to allow that boy to sit here!" Miyu shouted at the teacher.

" Miyu what are you thinking today first you…"

" No it's fine," I interrupted, " I'll just sit here." I sat at nearest table to where I was. Sadly when I looked at my group Nariko sat here. ' Well I avoided the one that hates me but now I'm with the one that thinks I'm the nicest guy ever. Did I really kill a puppy?' I went back over my day and thought of any possibilities of the occurrence. Then I let myself give a glance to the group at my table. When I looked at Nariko she smiled at me and then gave a glare to Miyu.

' Damn did I kill a puppy and not know it because God hates me today,' I thought to myself while the teacher started the class after the outbursts, "well at least it's better then sitting at the table of the girl that apparently hates every fiber of my being.' I sighed to myself and decided to pay attention to the teacher. After all it was the first day of class and I needed to give a good impression.

" … So that's the assignment class. You will be in pairs that must be chosen from your table. Did you hear me," she said somewhat venomously as she looked at two boys who slowly nodded, " Good. Ok here take these papers and read them. They go over your assignment. Then after you read the paper you may pick your partner."

She walked by each table and passed out some half-sheets. At each table I watched as the kids paired up and rearranged so they sat next to their partner. When she got to my table I decided to read the paper because I really had no idea what the project was.

Band Project

You and your partner will be expected to pick a band agreed upon by both of you. Then you will write up a report on the band that is at least two pages long. You also will have to put all albums and songs included in them on a separate paper stapled to the report. Then you will have to present a song, approved by me, to the class. You can either play it from a cd or play it live in class for extra credit. And don't forget to have fun.

'How wonderful,' I found myself thinking, ' the only major problem is that I'll have to find a band we both agree on.' I started to lose myself in the thoughts of being forced to listen to hours of horrible music from bands I hate when some one interrupted me.

" So it looks like we're the only two left at the table." Some one behind me said. And true enough to their words the rest of table was filled up with groups of twos talking to each other.

" Well that means were partners right?" I said as I looked at whom I had been paired with. Just to my luck it happened to be Nariko. She sat down next to me and pulled out a pen and paper.

" The paper says we have to pick a band we both listen to so what kind of music do you like?" It took a moment for the question to register since I was still wallowing in self-pity.

" Huh? Oh music um I like rock mostly classic and some metal and punk bands are ok too. What about you?"

" Oh well I like pop, but I guess we can listen to some of each others cds to see what we both like."

" Yeah I guess but most of my music is on my computer so I can't really trade cds with you since I'm fresh out of blank cds." This caused her brow to furrow as she thought of a new idea. Suddenly her face lit up.

" I've got it I'll go home grab my cds and bring them to your house. Then we'll listen to the best song by each band we've got and decide on that." She seemed very happy with her idea and gave me a smile again.

' No, no very bad how do I get out of this?' I thought to myself. I had to come up with an excuse and fast. I didn't want to add any more fuel to either side of my problem.

" Um well you see there's this problem um… my parents… they're out of town." I smiled smugly to myself. 'There's no way for her to get around this. Case closed' I was sure I was golden. But was about to proven wrong again.

" Oh that's no problem my parents won't mind. You moved into that house that was for sale on the same street as the bakery right?"

' Crap I need a new excuse.' I thought. " Well yeah but my parents won't let me have people over when their gone." This was it the piece de resistance no way she could get past this.

" What your telling me somehow your parents who are out of town will know if I come over for a school project, right?" She had crossed her arms and was staring me down.

" Well no but…"

" Then it's settled see you after school, I'll be there at around four ok." She was back to the happy chipper person she was a few seconds ago.

" Ok I'll see you then." I hung my head in defeat. Maybe I had somehow killed some kittens too.

Just as we finished the talk the bell rang and I was on my way home. On the way back I started to think about what instrument I would choose to play. I still had that old acoustic guitar maybe if I played some I could get an electric from my parents. My dad had said if I practiced some he'd get me a better guitar. My thoughts dwelled on myself somehow becoming a great guitar player and taking the world by storm. Which were soon ended as I found myself at the front door to my house.

" Well might as well get ready for the project" I gave a sigh and went inside.

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A/N: Well there you go how many reviews I get determines how fast I write and I'm also gone a lot this summer so don't expect them fast.