Chapter 2

After hearing the loud honk, I glanced over my shoulders and saw a hand stick out from the front window of the bus. I immediately knew it was the bus boy. I smiled knowing that I was important enough for him to stop and wave to.

The bus began to move again while I lightly waved, smiling like an idiot. After watching for about ten more seconds, Shota stuck his hand out. The hand became a shoulder, and then his head popped out. He smiled and waved.

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I reached school and made it just in time before the bell rang. It's very convenient to live so close to your school. As usual, I sat at the way back of the classroom. Since I don't have any friends, why bother trying to make a conversation with my peers? If they don't bothering speaking to me, I don't bothering answering to them. The entire girls in the school hate me, and all the guys just keep staring at me. I seriously don't know why.

My class is very…typical. There's the hot guy group, the pretty girl group, and the nerdy group. Guess what category I fall into?

The teacher came in and taught his lesson. I slowly began to doze off…

HAH yeah right. The day you see me, Kotana Sumire, fall asleep in class is the day we discover how the universe was created.

Still wondering what category I fall into? Teacher's pet. But I'm not a teacher's pet for your information. Is it my fault that I have the special gift of charming teachers? Is it wrong that I respect my elders and voluntarily help them run errands?

The bell rang, indicating the five minute break that gave time for the next teacher to come teach our class. After another bell rang, it was time for lunch. The students quickly made their way out with their lunch boxes while I made my way over to Shota's school.

I walked out through the cafeteria exit because that was just the way the crowd was moving. I was glancing at my cell phone to check time and bumped against someone who apparently was not very happy.

"Sorry." I said emotionless. Yeah it's kind of a habit I developed in school since I'm not used to talking to anyone but myself.

"Hey! Is that how you speak to your senpai?" a tall male teenager with light brown hair slowly lifted his eyes to meet mine.

"I said I was sorry," I stated obviously. "And besides you're eighteen, only one year older than me." The boy looked at me as if I was an alien. With one last glance at him, I walked towards the exit. As I reached the grassy area of the school, my wrist was tugged and I immediately turned around.

"Hey! No one has ever been so rude to me before." The male I bumped into silently sent me his anger to me with a sharp glare.

You call that rude? What about you?

I scoffed and heck, I added a snort.

"Look I have to go buy my kid some lunch so stop wasting my time."

He stared at me surprised.

Was it something I said?

He slowly let go of my wrist and watched me walk away.

I reached a nearby convenient store and bought Shota banana milk and some cheap pocky stick snacks. I remembered well to get him the strawberry flavored kind. I bought myself a box as will only it was the chocolate covered peanut kind. My love for chocolate will never disappear.

I sped walk towards Shota's school and saw him waiting for me at the front gate. He smiled while running towards me. Shota's small arms barely reached up to my waist. It's not that Shota is short; it's just that I'm taller than your average Japanese girl. Standing at a height of five feet seven, I'm taller than most of the guys that attend my high school. That's also probably another reason why guys avoid me other than my cold exterior. But I don't mind, it's a plus for me. My height serves as a scare crow that keeps pesky crows that want to take advantage of me away.

"Alright, alright, time's up I have to get going or I'll be late for class. The only reason why they let me out of the school is because I'm such a wonderful student." I joked. The truth is, what I'm doing right now is formally known as ditching. But is it called ditching if you go back to school and make it in time for class?

"Just five more seconds Nee-Chan." Shota was still clinging to me.

One, two, three, four, four and a half, four and three quarters, four and one eighth, five.

"Time's up Shota."

"Alright," Shota said while grabbing his share of the Pockey sticks and banana milk. He waved at me and ran back to his school. I glanced at my cell phone again and started running back to school.

During my trip, I munched on my Pockey sticks as fast I could, so fast that I almost chocked.

I reached the hallway of my school which was still filled with students. I sighed in relief. But as I walked pass everyone, the hall way started to quiet down and low whispers that were obviously about me, were heard.

"Did you hear? I heard that Sumire-Chan was raped and left stranded in a dark alley way." A girl stated.

"Well I heard that someone paid her to have a one night stand with him and she ended up getting screwed and moneyless." Her friend replied.

"Oh that explains a lot about the kid then."

What in the world?

"I guess when there are no parents to raise you, you start becoming reckless."

I started walking faster and the whispers became louder. I ran up the stairs to the roof top and flung open the door. This place is where I like to be when I'm feeling lonely at school. This is everyday. I promised myself I wouldn't care about these things so instead, I sat down next to a dumpster and rolled up into a ball.

"Sumire-Chan?" I heard a deep voice call my name. I looked up only to find the light brown hair boy from before with a cigarette held between his index and middle finger.

"Oh it's you." I coldly replied.

"I'm sorry about stopping you earlier." He ruffled his hair. His light brown bangs were carelessly pushed to the back only to fall right back down again, concealing his large dark brown eyes.

Why is he so good looking?

I rolled my eyes. And he saw.

"Look," he said a little bit louder this time while dropping his cancer stick and stomping over the small fire. "I'm trying to apologize here and that's not something I normally do."

"Well if you didn't try to stop me in the first place, we wouldn't be in this situation." I said this while gritting my teeth. Yeah I'm a pretty harsh person. But this ability only came after my parent's death. I trust no one.

"Heck if you told me you had to take care of your son I would of let you go!"

"Well if you just accepted my apolo- WHAT!"

What the hell is this kid talking about?

"I was stunned that you said you had to take care of your boy. So I followed you. I couldn't believe you had a son until I saw it for my-."

"And thus starting the rumors," I interrupted.

"Yeah… that too."

"Look here kid," I had a habit of calling everyone that since I have a habit of thinking I'm so very mature.

"I have a name you know. It's Yamashita Manatsu." I heard him mumble

"Well whatever your name is, I don't have any energy for this and I definitely don't have a son so just leave me alone." I'm tired.

"Wait, how could you not know my name!"

I stared at him with sleepy eyes.

"The only names I know in this school are the teacher's names and my own." With that, I slowly stood up and walked towards door that lead me back to reality, the exit known as the entrance which lead back to the crowded hall ways of Tokyo High School.

"Well now you know mine!" he yelled towards me. "It's Yamashita Manatsu! Remember it!"

The volume of his voice lowered when I shut the door.

I have a feeling I'll be seeing more of him now.