Iris

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1. A fortunate change?

Starting the first day of my third year I was an upperclassmen but, apart from a couple of new students and the classroom/floor change, there wasn't much of a difference. Except that when I got bumped some people said 'Sorry, Sempai!' which was awesome. Ooh, and I got taller. Still, not a lot happened, except that I got my braces removed. That was awesome too. I could eat and drink stuff that I couldn't before. Anyway, I keep contradicting myself.

Still, this year was special. I just didn't know it exactly until I walked into the front doors for the seating arrangement. We had to do random draws and there was a huge line of students for it. But eventually, I got my number for my desk. I just had no idea what to do with it.

"Okay class," said some orange haired lady that I supposed was our teacher. "This may be a bit confusing since we decided to switch the seating arrangement up this year! Everyone has been assigned a number, correct?" A chorus of yeses followed. "Okay then, on the desks you will find a number that matches your own. You will be sitting there for the following year of homeroom."

There were some oohs, but some of disappointment. Last year we had been able to choose our own seats so most people had sat next to their friends. I, of course, had to sit in the back with the other unaccepted students, U.S. for short. The sitting arrangement plan this year made it definite that I would sit by people though, so maybe I could make some friends that aren't as quiet as me and/or don't talk.

After some wandering around I found that my desk was behind some brunette who had found his desk earlier than anyone else and right next to the window! How awesome was that? Perhaps my third year was going a bit well after all.

And then it got better. I didn't think it could but it did. The person that I had a crush on in first year and got over a bit in second year sat next to him. At first I thought it was a good thing, god sent, but I couldn't quite decided a moment later. My chest wasn't fluttering like a bird like normally. Maybe I had finally gotten over him!

"Ah," he turned around. "Hi neighbor!" he waved at me. Damn, my heart beat got quicker.

"Hi, I'm Saitou Katsumi," I said quietly. He grinned at me and the brunette turned around too. He was a closed eyed boy with his hair cut pretty stylishly in a feminine fashion. I'm pretty sure he hadn't been in my classes before but ohohoh, could I name him. He was Fuji. Fuji Syusuke, one of the most popular boys in the school. I could see why too, he was pretty cute. I blushed at my own thought and then realized that I was stuck in my head. "N-nice to meet you!" I bowed. Big mistake.

Wanna know why? I was still sitting in my desk and bowed a little too low. Three guesses what happened. Here's what you should guess.

A- Katsumi was abducted by aliens.

B- Katsumi and Kikumaru Eiji fell in love and lived happily ever after.

C- Katsumi banged her head like an idiot.

Which one fits me better?

"Ow..." You guessed it, it was choice B. Just joshing you. It was really C.

Simultaneously, I glanced at them and sunk back into my desk, my new haven. Why was I such an awkward stupid person? Great, I had a headache.

"You okay, Saitou-Chan?" Kikumaru-kun asked, looking worried. Was he...concerned about me? Well...there was a really loud bang so anyone would be concerned. Even Fuji-kun was frowning, so I supposed it must have looked serious or something. My head started to pulse a bit, but I had been hurt worse than that.

"I'm fine, honestly," I grinned but felt like dropping my head on the desk once more. It was nice and cool, like an ice pack. But I really was fine. Didn't need to go to the nurse and make anyone work for nothing. It probably wasn't even scratched. Maybe internally bleeding. Oh no, what if it had caused some sort of brain damage? I laughed...not because I was nervous though. A lot of times I had funny thoughts...or at least I thought that the thoughts that I thought were funny. Hehe...that sounded funny also.

"Saisai-chan~? What's wrong?" I looked up. Dang it, I've gotta stop getting trapped in my own mind. It probably looks like I'm a zombie or something...(1)

"I'm fine, really." He smiled, seeming satisfied and turned back to talk with Fuji, who did the same. The desk next to me was now filled. So was the one behind me. Actually, the whole class as an entity were in their seats...that sounded weird too.

Then, like a huge bomb went off with no one noticing it was there, I realized what had just occurred. My reputation of nothing might have been destroyed-to Kikumaru-kun-and I was probably that clumsy girl that hits her head and sits behind him. That's terrible!

I sighed and saw the orange haired lady step up to the middle of the classroom. Now looking at it, I wish she chose another set of clothes. She was at least in her late thirties to late forties but she was wearing skinny jeans and a really, really low cut v-neck shirt. Unfortunately, the white material of the shirt made her black undergarments very...viewable. Why the heck was she dressed like she was trying to sedu-I didn't want to think the word-make some person like her for scandalous reasons?

"Hello, children," she flipped her wavy hair over her shoulder, making her black undergarments now completely visible. I hoped that she didn't do this on purpose. "My name's Furutani Aimi. You kids can call me Aimi, if you wish," she winked. I was gonna call her Ms. Furutani; she scared me for some unexplainable reason. "Any who, I'll be your homeroom teacher for the next year, my little kittens," she winked again.
What the heck was up with this teacher? Was she, like, trying to flirt or something? She was really confusing me.

"That is, unless my stupid boyfriend pops the question anytime soon." Ms. Furutani closed her eyes and sighed, seeming pretty annoyed. Perhaps she was trying to make her boyfriend jealous...? I had no clue, not being good at reading people and all. "Anyway, since this your first day of third year we will be having tests to determine how much you remember from over the summer."
"Aw~! That's not fun!" I heard Kikumaru-kun cutely whine in front of me.

"Eiji~" Came what may have been Fuji's lame attempt at calming him down among the loud groans of the class. Personally, it wasn't a big deal. They just wanted to see where we all were academics wise. It wasn't like they did it just to make them mad. I suppose I could understand where they were coming from though, school just started and all that. Hm. Maybe I should have been angry also.

"Quiet down class!" Maybe I should have groaned with the rest of them. By then it was too late, however, and I sighed. "Anyway, here's the tests"-In one hand was a mountain of papers, which was amazing, and in the other was a large plastic cup with Popsicle sticks in it. -"and I will randomly choose a student to pass out the tests!" She shook up the cup and pulled a stick out. I hoped that it wasn't me. I had a tendency to shake and tremble whenever I stood up in front of crowds. "And it's...Masaoka Nasui!"

A smile broke out on my lips like foam out of a shaken up soda. It wasn't me! Luck be a lady tonight! I glanced at the test. It would be a multitude of subjects, I could just tell from the mixture of complex algebra, science questions and grammar errors that we were meant to fix on the very first page. Most of the questions were pretty tough but I answered them anyway.

"Hey, Saitou-Chan?" I looked up to Kikumaru-kun's whisper, a flush of expectation on my face. My gosh, was it obvious? The question was killing me at that moment.

"Yeah?" I whispered back, curious and anticipating something.

"Can I borrow a pencil? Mine broke, nya," he whined quietly in an extremely cute, blush-worthy way.

"S-sure," I reached into my desk and unzipped my handy dandy lime green pencil case, finding a small orange lead pencil. It was brand new too. At first I didn't want to let it go, it being new and super soft and easy to use, but it was the last spare I had and I really didn't want to disappoint Kikumaru-kun... "Here you go."

His hand reached out and grabbed the pencil that was laying on my open palm. His fingers brushed against mine and I blushed heavily, even as he turned around and did his work.

Damn teenage hormones and damn finger touching and damn one sided crushes. Yup, I should have been happy but now it was probably gonna be hard to hide my crush and all that...It was sort of playing out like a Girl's Manga or something, when I thought about it. Usually, it would've boded well if I sat behind my crush but I wasn't at all pretty or charismatic so my crush would never notice me. What a sad, sad fate the Angels have given me...

~I~R~I~S~

Sorry I haven't updated! School just started and all...By the way, I gotta give lots of thanks to Ranabanana Thingamabob, who's helping me plot out the story...so...thanks!