Chapter Six

Classmates

Finally a couple of months later, after first semester ended, the second one started, and a certain Atobe was late for class.

Fay ran through campus in her long gypsy black skirt, and coral tank top. She was wearing beaded bracelets, and gladiator flats. I shouldn't have worn a skirt today! It's the first day of class, and I'm late for business math!

She finally reached her class, and walked in. She noted that everyone was looking at her while she tried to find a seat. Even the professor seemed to pause, but then he resumed to the lecture. She finally found a seat, and she groaned as she found herself seated behind her brother. It's an hour and a half class, and I have to stare at his back?! She was so busy cursing her situation that she didn't care if anyone noticed.

She leaned against the chair, and huffed slightly.

A minute later, a small round paper note was flung onto her desk that startled her. She looked surprised. Turning her head left and right she wondered who threw it, but there was no indication. Quickly, she un-crumpled the paper, and read its content.

And then she huffed, and puffed and blew the whole house away. Smiling takes less energy, and suits you better =p

The note surprised her, she even blushed a bit. Who the hell… she thought. I mean… she glanced again to each of her side but she couldn't see anyone who could've thrown it. Everyone's heads were down, and no one's facial expression showed that they had done something weird.

Someone's playing a joke on me, she thought annoyed. She crumpled the paper, and began listening to the professor to take notes. For thirty minutes, she was trying her best to keep her focus but it was pointless. This class is boring, she thought stifling a yawn.

Finally when she thought she was going to pass out from sleep, the class ended. Fay was relieved and stood up. She picked up her stuff and was about to move when her brother faced her.

"You made a spectacle of yourself coming in late," he remarked.

Fay raised an eyebrow wryly, "and you're telling me this because?"

He hmphed. "You're still an Atobe. We don't make a fool of ourselves," he said. "You should know better than that."

Fay crossed her arms, and narrowed her eyes. "And exactly how the hell am I supposed to know that? I wasn't really given orientation on how to be an Atobe."

"You seem to have picked up a bad habit of talking back these days." He snapped in a low voice. Everything I seem to say, she literally answers back heatedly! What an annoying habit.

"It's thanks to you! Everything I do or say is being questioned. For once, look at me as ME, not as a younger sister you despise!" she hissed.

Atobe raised his eyebrow. And exactly what the hell am I supposed to say to that? "You know, it's not even worth it…" he muttered, walking away from her.

Argh! That guy… Why is he…. ARGH! She wanted to scream. She lifted her books from the table, and decided to walk out to cool off her head. She was thankful that she had the next hour free. She began walking towards the door when she heard someone whistle, and say…

"That was quite an argument? Do you not get along with your brother?"

Fay stopped, startled. She looked behind her and found a tall guy eyeing her in amusement. She felt her breath caught in her throat for he was the best looking guy she'd ever seen. He was tall as her brother, a bit on the lanky side but lean and toned. Messy dark hair and sharp blue-gray eyes studying her.

She snuck a glance at his attire. He was dressed casually in black jeans, a white t-shirt, and sneakers. He was holding his books in one hand, and a cap with the other hand.

"I'm sorry. Was I supposed not to be listening" he asked.

Fay narrowed her eyes. "Why would you make such a comment!" she said, and then she realized something. Could he by any chance be… "Did you write that note?"

He looked at her innocently. "Me?"

Fay felt uncomfortable, "You're a bit out of line," she said, starting to walk away.

He followed her. "Takeda Ren," he said, walking with her as she tried to get away. "I'm a sophomore, and I'm taking this class as an elective."

Fay wanted to ignore him, but he was still walking with her. Go away! Go away!

"You were in my English class last semester," he continued. "I'm…"

Fay suddenly stopped, turning to look at him and he smacked right into her. She almost tripped, but he caught her wrist. "Easy…" he said. "I'm sorry, did I scare you? I tend to come on too strong."

Fay hesitated. "You're weird," she blurted.

"Weird?" he asked, and then he nodded. 'Yes, that's true. A lot of people call me weird sometimes, but heck… so be it. I'm weird," he said with an amused look on his face. He then looked at his watch, "I have to go. I have a class. See you tomorrow," he said with a wave, walking away.

Fay stood watching him dumbfounded.