Athrun finished his physics class. Worn out he reached his locker. Pile upon pile of books greeted him as he opened the locker door. Chemistry books, history books, literature books, all of them greeted him menacingly with the promise of hours and hours of study throughout the term.
Athrun sighed. He was stressed.
I need something, anything, to relieve me of this stress. Tiredly he stuffed his books and files in his bag and began to walk home.
Ohh…so tired…need to sleep…"Get your hands off me, you pervert!" Athrun turned around, shocked by the statement. What the hell was happening?
He turned the corner, to find a boy with purple hair whining, and standing over him was…
The girl from back then. Her short blonde hair flew wildly around her face. She looked angrily at the boy on the ground, and her friends around her did the exact same thing.
"How dare you…You do something like…ARRGH!" She yelled storming off.
"Yeah! How dare you?"
"How could you? What are you, Yuna, some kind of perverted sicko? You're lucky Cagalli even allowed you near her!"
The voices of the girl's friends echoed around the poor boy. Not that Athrun cared. He brushed past them to look for the girl.
This is insane! What do you think you're doing?
Voices of caution began to rang in Athrun's head. Dimly aware of them he made his way through the school, trying to follow the girl. She was walking really quickly now, holding her head in her hands, now and again bumping into people. Apologising profusely, she'd resume that extreme walking pace that Athrun was having difficulty in matching.
I'm apologising! I don't want a group of mad, love struck group of Tom, Dick and Harry's following me!
A second voice began to sound in his head. He didn't know whether it was his conscience or his heart. But he followed it's instructions anyway. It sounded logical, what it said seemed true.
Do whatever, but be careful…
Athrun shook the voices out of his head. He found the girl outside the school cafeteria. She was drinking a coke and holding her head in her hands.
"Hey…" Athrun said awkwardly. Running his hand through his hair he stood there waiting for her to respond.
"Go away, Yuna, I don't wanna talk with you." The girl was still drinking her Coke, paying him no attention.
"Huh? Who's Yuna?"
The blonde haired girl turned around, anger written all over her face and screamed.
"DON'T YOU GO AND-" She suddenly looked at who she was yelling at. And everyone looked at her.
"Oh. Umm, I'm sorry…" She murmured, blushing. "I thought you were someone else…"
Athrun was surprised. He did, however, realise that she'd thought he was someone else. He'd also gone quite deaf, too, considering how loud the girl had screamed.
"Uhh…Mind if I sit down?" He asked.
"Go ahead." She murmured, still blushing and looking at the floor.
Athrun just sat down, for the first time looking at the girl slowly, without a rush or any confusing thoughts in his head. Her short blond hair was spiky, framing a face that resembled Kira's feminine looks. The rest of her was-
Don't go there. The voice in his head sounded embarrassed, voicing his own thoughts about girls...Or anything similar to girls...
"Uhh, I just wanted to apologise for what happened today, when I bumped into you…" Athrun murmured, beginning to turn a slight shade of red.
The girl looked up at him for the first time. She seemed to be looking hard at him. The dark blue, short straight hair, framing the sharp face and matured green eyes.
"I really should be apologising about what happened…" She said.
"I really should be apologising" Cagalli said. She was embarrassed. VERY embarrassed. She'd gotten angry with this guy twice now, both times for pretty much no reason at all.
She could see, too, that he wasn't really that bad looking.
So this is Athrun Zala, second smartest nerd in the school. Not bad…not bad…He'd apparently already analysed her, the way she looked and all. She looked away, her face still burning. "I'm sorry," she murmured, "about what happened in the hall. I…I didn't mean to get angry at you there. I…I hope you can forgive me…" She looked at Athrun again. He was thinking about something, contemplating something in his head. He looked about as embarrassed as she was about the whole situation.
"Your father is rich, isn't he?" Athrun asked, changing the subject of the conversation.
"How did you know?" she asked, surprised.
"I can tell from your perfume. It's an expensive brand." He smiled playfully, and something inside Cagalli cringed.
This guy is the very first guy to have ever made me feel nervous…But…At the same time Cagalli felt like she wanted to get to know him better. He seemed friendly enough. And that smile…
"Alright, if you're so smart, what kind of perfume am I wearing?" she said, grinning.
I bet that he won't know-
"Is it Tuberose eau de toilette?" Athrun asked, his face breaking into a massive grin.
Cagalli looked at him, shocked. "How-how did you know that it was-"
"My mother used to wear the exact same perfume. That was, before she died…" Cagalli looked at Athrun with sorrow in her eyes.
"I'm…I'm sorry about your mother…" Cagalli murmured. She looked at Athrun, her hazel-orange eyes staring deep into his dark green ones. She could see tears forming in his eyes. She wanted to wipe those tears away, didn't want to see him hurt…
What am I talking about? Why the hell would I-Why would I even…Athrun brushed the tears away with his sleeve. Looking at her again, he asked "You don't mind if I…Uh…Walk you home?"
She smiled at him. "Sure. Why not?"