Chapter 2:
After obtaining a map from the office, Che set about wandering around the campus. She had both earbuds from her ipod in, lollipop in mouth, and ignored the whispers and stares as she passed, pushing her black hair back from her face.
We are the children you reject and disregard
These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts...
Except for you and me, love
Everyone is the same...
I'm not after fame and fortune
I'm after you...
As their castles crumble slowly
We watch them fall
The crown slips from heads unworthy
Right onto ours, but I'm after you.
(Rise Against - From Heads Unworthy)
She eventually wandered away from the main crowd of people, and found herself in a deserted garden. Class must be over for today, which would explain the crowds of people... but where am I now? Che glanced up at the building and saw an open window, the quiet chatter of Japanese drifting out. Not seeing any doors to the building, she tilted her head at an angle, curious, judging the wall. Fair number of footholds. Well, I can't really get in trouble so might as well. Che climbed onto a bench, and then started to scale the wall.
"Skinny jeans were not the best idea to wear today," she muttered to herself. "At least I'm wearing my running shoes and a normal dark blue T-shirt..." She reached the window ledge and silently swung herself up to perch, and found herself gazing in a room from the corner. Well, "room" was a little too simple of a noun to describe the area she was in. It was deceptively small from outside, and completely filled with people. There were couches and tables everywhere. At a second glance, the majority of people in the room were female, in horrid yellow dresses. They were clustered in groups around a few teenage boys scattered throughout the room. Che raised an eyebrow... At a table closest to her, with his back turned, was the same teenager from earlier. Kyoya. He was typing rapidly away at a fancy laptop, occasionally pausing to scribble notes in a black notepad. This must be Music Room 3... doesn't look like much music occurs here though. There was another dark haired teenager in the room, but with a very small, blonde boy next to him, eating cake. Che popped out her lollipop and rested her cheek on the back of her hand while she contemplated the scene, still crouched on the window sill. No one had noticed her yet, she bemusedly noted to herself. Maybe they should step up their security a little, heh. Loud squeals issued from the center of the room, and Che looked curiously. A few girls had fainted, as two... identical...? twins appeared to be having a homosexual, twincest moment. Che rolled her eyes. People really will do anything for attention... As for the other males in the room, one was a short, girlish teen who looked like she was half a host, half a waiter. And of course, the flamboyant blonde across the room, who was quite obviously making girls swoon. Eh, I'll figure this out later. I should probably get home now I've scoped the place out. Che swung herself down from the ledge, and started climbing back down, dropping to the ground as soon as it was a reasonable distance. "What on earth do rich people do to amuse themselves in their free time?" she mused, as she walked back the way she had come.
Unbeknownst to her, the other dark teen had turned slightly and noticed the movement of Che leaving. He got up with a nearly imperceptible frown, and crossed the room, walking over to the window, and looked out. No one was there, except some person in the distance walking away.
"Huh? Takashi? Is there something wrong?" the small, bubbly blonde bounced over and peered out the window.
"..." Takashi shook his head.
"Oh well. C'mon, have some more cake with me!" the blonde grinned ecstatically, and ran back to the table. Takashi followed slowly, glancing back out the window once.