A/N Hi, I'm back with a new chapter. Finally I know, sorry for the long hiatus. Still thanks to those who are still reading. To make up for it I decided to extend this chapter. I hope you like it :)

Chapter Six

Takuya's POV:

About an hour late.

I stepped inside the classroom, but I regretted it almost immediately. Dead silence overcame the room, all eyes turned on me, gathering everyone's attention.

Great. I sighed as I ran a hand through my messily brushed hair to adjust the stray hairs that landed on my forehead and obstructed my vision. Aware I interrupted the lesson, but I didn't care anymore. Since my failed attempt of sneaking in unnoticed just flew out the window.

Soon after I swiftly glanced over at the chalkboard, bringing me to an immediate pause. Refraining from moving any further into the classroom.

I expected to see a high-spirited thirty year old brunette, who's way into classical literature like Shakespeare, Ms. Hisako Sekiguchi. Teaching the class, but instead in front of the room, was my last year intimating English Lit teacher, Mr. Atsushi Hirayama.

Guess I forgot that he was subbing today.

The middle aged man with silver hair, Mr. Hirayama furrowed his eyebrows as he peered over at the doorway where I stood. He came to stop behind his wooden desk and set down his Literature textbook that he had been holding a while ago.

"Mr. Kanbara. How nice of you to join us." Mr. Hirayama said without any enthusiasm as he adjusted his rather dull looking rimmed glasses.

In my relaxed stance I shrugged it off by sarcastically saying "Better late than never."

There were a few muffled giggles from the students. Though they were quickly silenced right after Mr. Hirayama threw them a single glare.

Before long I also unintentionally let out a chuckle yet tried with partial success to hold it in as it is not entirely appropriate in my current situation.

Not pleased of my jokingly remark, Mr. Hirayama sighed while simultaneously pinching the top of his nose out of frustration. But then quickly recovered as he gestured to me to quickly take my seat. Not wanting any more interruptions and getting on with the class.

A small grin plastered on my face with satisfaction.

Yeah I knew I was going to get away with it because he didn't bother to ask why I was late or make me stand outside the hall until class was over and give me detention like he would normally do with other students.

It's the perks of being Shibuya's star athlete.

I merely apologized as I started making my way towards my seat. Which was in the back corner of the room next to the window.

As I strode past the other students' desks, a blue-eyed girl with dark red velvet hair bravely shifted her seat to greet me with a flirtatious smile. "Hey Takuya."

I didn't recall remembering her face or name but there was no spark of desire in my eyes, only amusement at what she did.

Used to it by now, I resumed my calm demeanor just after appreciating her interest in me.

"Hey yourself." I counter back while simply smiled kindly at her. Only causing her to become inexplicably shy the next minute with her cheeks turning bright red, matching her hair.

She wasn't even aware that a few of the girls surrounding her seat were gasping while glaring maliciously at her for speaking to me. From the looks of it they were completely jealous of her, the poor girl is not going to make it alive when class is over.

Maybe I should have just ignored her.

Still, I didn't think that a merely smile was all it took for the girl to change behavior like that though. At least she isn't persistent like other girls.

Turning away from her, I then pulled out the empty chair next to a guy with long tousled blonde hair and icy blue eyes known as Yamato Ishida.

He was casually resting back on his chair, with only one earbud headphones plunged into his left ear. He was partially listening to class while the other half was listening to music from his iPod.

Yamato is the second most popular guy in Shibuya High with Kouji in third.

He snickered as we made eye contact, telling me that it wasn't only me who found the girl amusing.

Letting my backpack fall off my shoulders, I slumped onto my chair.

That moment Yamato's broad smile grew wider, as looked over at me again "Dude what happened? I thought you weren't going to show up?" he whispered, but loud enough for me to hear.

He was referring to the text message I sent him earlier, asking him to come up with an excuse for me why I didn't show up to class.

"I changed my mind." I effortlessly said without looking at his direction.

He silently laughed it off once more in response at the same time I figured he looked away, shaking his head in amusement.

Damn Yamato. He knew I was lying. Right after the new girl ditched me, I was busted by a certain redhead, Sora. I would have charmed my way out like I always do, but at the time I couldn't find a decent excuse. I was still taken aback about the earlier events that happened with the new girl, what was her problem anyways.

Just when I was looking forward to ditching class again.

Sora made the decision upon herself to walk me to my class since she claimed to be going the same direction, but honestly she was just really making sure I went. That's why I had no choice but to get dragged back to class.

That trait of hers where she could sense what I'm thinking before I do anything is surprisingly scary. It's no wonder that I have to put a lot of effort just to fool her, otherwise I would have been caught by now.

"Alright, turn to page 125…" Mr. Hirayama flipped open the next page and continued with the lesson. Meanwhile I just tuned him out, looking over Yamato did the same except he remained un-moving, leaning back on his chair while scribbling what I assumed were lyrics down so the teacher would think he had been listening.

I rested my chin on the palm of my hand in a bored manner as I stared out the window. Completely ignoring the gawking eyes that were still lingering on me, mostly the girls. Inwardly smiling in approval and whispering about how handsome I look today.

I had my messy brown hair that looked like I just woke up but in a stylish way. My attire wasn't anything new that they had ever seen before. I wore my usual team jersey and black jeans with matching black shoes. I didn't feel like dressing up this morning.

I watched the leftover raindrops roll slowly down the glass, the clouds drifted away as the sun came out again.

Unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the blondie walking past the courtyard looking like she was headed towards the science building.

My eyes continued to follow her, as she reached for the front door entrance, she slightly shivered when a gentle breeze drew her silky hair sideways revealing her porcelain neckline and disappeared inside.

Guess she didn't need my help after all.

Recurring the encounter that happened earlier through my head. Her eyes were vividly green as she was staring into mine.

I had her trapped leaning against the wall with only our faces a couple inches apart.

"Because I don't like you."

Those few measly words somehow struck me like a broken record. So having been told something like that, I admit that I was thrown off when she said that. It's not like she's the first one to say those words to me, so it shouldn't have bothered me this much. Especially coming from some girl I just met. Not to mention I could care less about.

So why?

Could it be.. because she resembles… her?

Subconsciously a familiar image of her appeared in my head once again, her naturally blonde hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders with her shimmering amber eyes staring right at me, I distinctly remember her smiling with such warmth at some point until it turned into sad one with endless tears streaming down her face, making my heart clench painfully at the sight. Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the single person you thought would never hurt you.

I immediately shake my head in a poor attempt to bury the past memory. What am I saying?

She isn't like her. Not even close.

Heck, why am I even thinking about it? I should just forget about it and focus on the upcoming soccer game.

If I remember correctly, the past couple games that we played against Kokugakuin High practice or not, I could say for sure that they're players aren't as skilled as my team. They have a habit of only sticking to one or two key moves. Which is why they're game plays are dull and simple but they do make up for it with they're speed. I also heard Koichi mention that Kokugakuin High recruited new members, so I wondered how much they'd improved or stayed the same.

Though none of it matters, my team has also been improving since last year and we still are now. So I'm confident in our chances of winning. We might even acquire some new moves if they have any to show next week.

Snapping from my daze, my phone vibrates from within the front pocket of my jeans, reaching for it. I didn't bother to hide it underneath the desk since Mr. Hirayama was busy writing a long boring passage from his textbook onto the black chalkboard.

Besides, even if he saw me, he wouldn't confiscate it and hold it until I got it back at the end of the day. Because like I've said before I'm an exception, he'll just let it slide again.

I unlock the screen to find a text message from the last person I want to think about right now.

I sighed internally while slouching back deeper in my chair. Seriously.

Why must I have unfair parents do this to me? They have no idea how much I hate it for him of all people to now have my phone number after I took the trouble of replacing it for a new one.

It's my fault though, I should have known that this was bound to happen. There goes my failed efforts down the drain.

Damn it.

All of this is infuriating, I'm getting a headache just visualizing it. He thinks I'll respond back if he keeps this up? No way in hell, I don't want anything to do with him.

I should just block him.

Tsk. On second thought, never-mind, my parents will kill me if they find out I did that to him again.

Reality sinks in, he's not just someone I can easily shut him off even if I wanted to. I barely got away with it the first time, by playing it off as an accident which was not. And purposely forgetting to tell them that I've changed numbers grew suspicions. So best not go through with it.

Yamato glanced from the corner of his eye, must've noticed that I had an upset look written on my face when I was staring hard at the screen of my iPhone.

"Hey, who messaged you?" Yamato, being concerned, asked.

I didn't say a word, instead just took one last look at my phone before shaking my head.

Afterwards I sighed heavily, "Just someone annoying, forget about it." I shoved the phone back into my pockets without responding to his text message.

I'll just ignore it like I always do but if either of my parents bring up the issue once more, I'll just drop a single text to get them off my back. That only if I have to, I have no intention of speaking to him whatsoever.

Yamato nodded slightly in understanding as he went back to whatever he was doing. Getting weary, I laid my head down on my desk this time, might as well just take a nap until class was over.

So far, my day isn't turning out well. Could anything get much worse? Let's hope not.

Meanwhile…

Zoe's POV:

The lead pencil twitches in my grip, I can't seem to concentrate. I've been absentmindedly staring at the little sketch that I've drawn in the corner of my notebook earlier for a while now instead of focusing in class. I was so deep in my own thoughts.

After several attempts of not thinking about it, my shoulders dropped. While releasing a deep sigh, setting the pencil down and resting my elbows on the paper. I had obviously given up trying.

It's because of him.

A wave of regret of earlier events that occurred after making a couple of wrong turns, I still didn't know where I was going. It has been my second day, I'm still getting used to this school's layout.

To make matters worse, earning myself less chance of getting on time before the bell goes off. I had yet another unpleasant run in with the cheating devil himself on my way to class.

The school was considerably immense which is why I get lost easily. Therefore how was it possible I kept seeing him everywhere I went?

He had the nerve to drag me into an excluded area just so he could make a move on me. I was repulse while looking back at the mental image in my head. Recalling his smug attitude makes my stomach twist in knots and my pulse flare up. How could anyone see in him? He has a terrible personality with no sense of guilt.

Whatever, it's not like I care. I've already shut him down, so hopefully he takes the hint and we won't cross paths anymore. Is what I like so say but I doubt it.

Despite all that I was relieved that the teacher, Ms. Inori Sasaki went easy on me by letting me off this time considering I was still new around here but if it repeats again I would get detention with no excuse or exceptions. It was fair enough.

Sure it would have been easier if I simply asked for help from the start. That way I wouldn't have been late, except it was not easy for me. Considering I intentionally avoided seeing Sora or Rika in the halls earlier, especially after the conversation I just overheard from the two female members of Mimi's clique by the lockers.

As you know I've just recently become part of Sora's group of friends, even so it puts me in an awkward position now. I wasn't sure if I should be the one to tell, besides I'm not a fan of gossiping and much less keeping secrets.

I bite my lower lip, contemplating with myself what to do.

Meanwhile, averting my eyes elsewhere, making out of the blue eye contact with a guy sitting next to me with spiky red hair and dark eyes looks at me. My first thought was aside from his geeky wardrobe, he was quite handsome.

He raises his thick eyebrows ever so slightly, I can tell he knows I wasn't paying attention. As I'm trying my hardest not to turn bright red.

I subsequently let my head tilt to the side in confusion, I thought he was going to say something but instead he remained quiet.

At the same time, his staring drifted down at the corner of my notebook, his eyes focused on the drawing for a second, a half smile curving the corners of his lips. Before turning back and diligently scratching notes into his notebook.

I immediately covered my face with my hands, feeling utterly embarrassed and bashful at what just happened. Even though I succeeded in concealing the sketch by flipping the notebook over, it was still too late.

He already saw my drawing of the cute chubby, small lop rabbit-dog Digimon, with its most noticeable feature a puppy-like snout and mouth, dark eyes. Including a horn in the center of its head, with light green stripes and the three-spiked tips on its long droopy ears and neck that make it look like it's wearing a handkerchief. It was known as Terriermon.

As predicted I became a fan.

At least he was kind enough not to comment about it, though I bet he probably was laughing in that head of his at how childish it was.

Hesitatingly, I finally ceasing my hands away from my face. I didn't notice, a bright pink sheet of paper was held mid air in my direction, I stared blankly for a moment.

Standing in front of my desk was a tall female with caramel color pixie haircut and green eyes; Followed by a friendly smile, waiting for me to take it. Upon realization, I straight away grasped the paper out of Ms. Sasaki's hands as she continued passing the same sheet to the rest of the students.

As my eyes swiftly skimmed through it, written on it were safety lab instructions that looked simple enough.

"So, all of you will be working in pairs starting tomorrow. Since it'll be easier to set up everything quickly than doing it by yourselves, now that everyone has learned the basic fundamentals of chemistry we'll be moving on to working with actual chemicals and lab equipment." Ms. Sasaki vivaciously announced.

There was a mix of emotions from the students' faces upon hearing Ms. Sasaki's words. Some were excited while others had a lack of interest, they just wanted class to be over.

Personally, I wasn't too thrilled about this myself. Dreading that we had to work in pairs. I subtly looked to my right and left. I literally knew no one else in this class. What if I can't find someone who's willing to pair with me?

Picking up my pencil again, I silently tapped it on the wooden desk, I heaved tragically to myself. I'm better off working alone.

Standing in front of the whiteboard Ms. Sasaki was eyeing the class closely. Probably waiting for any questions the students might have for the last 15 minutes remaining of class.

Time sure flew by quickly before I knew it. It wasn't that long after I first entered the class and got seated.

"Yes Izumi, what is it?" Ms. Sasaki spoke out abruptly.

I choked up upon hearing my given name being called, when I didn't raise my hand to ask anything. I must really have bad luck, I can't seem to avoid being the focus of attention. If possible I wanted to lay low but it looks like it's not going to happen any time soon. I narrowly averted myself when I showed up late to class. Now I have to face it again.

Briefly opening my mouth but not speaking, and closing again.

Not sure what to say, it took a second to realize it wasn't me she sought out, instead it was the same guy that sat next to me. Even so I admit it did catch me off guard, I didn't know he had the same name as me. No wait, the name label of his pencil case spelled out, Koushiro 'Izzy' Izumi. So she must have called him out from his surname.

Just as he lightly scratch the back of his head "I was just wondering if we get to choose our partners?" Izzy questioned nonchalantly.

The class went dead silent, waited curiously in they're seats for what she was going to say.

"Glad you ask, but sadly no. I've already assigned who you all will be paired up with, so don't forget to check the post list by the board on your way out." Ms. Sasaki answered eagerly.

Almost the entire class groaned in unison. Knowing well enough that protesting was futile.

The clock struck twelve, the dismissal of the bell rang. Ms. Sasaki walked behind her desk and began to pack up for the end of the class.

"Well, that's it for today. I will see you all tomorrow." Ms. Sasaki chirped cheerfully as she was the first to exit the room.

Immediately after, chairs scraped against the floor. Mumbling and shuffling could be heard in the classroom as everyone started to quickly gather their belongings.

I waited until the swarm of students to clear up, so see who I was paired with. I could only hope I wasn't paired with one that doesn't do anything.

Once they disappeared, I picked up my backpack from behind my chair. As I got up from my seat it didn't take long to locate my name on the list.

Izumi Orimoto

Shifting my glaze to the name next to mine. Slightly confused as I stare at the sheet. Why does that name sound familiar, wait could it be the same person I'm thinking of.

"Looks like we're partners." A voice behind me pointed out.

I swiveled around, surprised to see him again. So it's true he is the person I was thinking of. My mood instantly lights up at the sight of him. He met my eyes, smiling softly in a way that sent my heart beating wildly in my chest. I felt my lips turn into a smile as well.

As I push a loose stray piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah." My voice was surprisingly calm when I responded to him.

~END OF CHAPTER ~

Who do you think Takuya compared Zoe to? His first love maybe..if so what happened between them, who knows you'll find out soon…

As for the text message Takuya received I bet you all can guess who the person Takuya never gets along with and doesn't talk anymore.

Let's not forget the last part, who is Zoe's mysterious lab partner? Until Next Time…