(A/N: Yay!! Next chappie! Special thanks to Woody0607 for reviewing! This is my birthday treat to those who had or are reading this fanfic, now onto Chapter 6!)

Game Plan
Chapter 6: Plan: Stick like Glue

Misao chuckled to herself as she re-adjusted her sunglasses and continued to take notes on her green note-pad.

"Favourite park… check… favourite place in park… check…"

Misao chuckled yet another time, her plan was proceeding smoothly and just as she planned. She ignored the looks passer-bys gave her just as she ignored the heat of that day as she re-adjusted her sun hat and trench coat. It did not matter that she was perspiring more than she had ever done before in her life or that the sweat was enough to fill up three pools; important thing was now she was able to locate Soujirou as and when she liked or needed.

She walked back sniggering to herself, by the end of school next day she would have Soujirou sticking to her like glue.

The next morning Misao had ensured that she had woken up extra early and made even more effort to braid her hair nicely as she sat down at the bus-stop. She glanced at her watch, 7:30am it read. 'Good, Soujirou comes by this bus-stop at 8am every morning.'

She smoothed her skirt and fidgeted slightly in her seat. Now her only problem was how to occupy her time for 30 minutes and yet still look hear-stopping at 8. She stared at the sky and decided the best way was to count clouds.

"23… 24… 25? May be it's the same cloud, so 24 still?" She was too engrossed to notice that a sleek black Mercedes carrying her target was fast approaching where she sat. Still unaware, Misao reached into her pocket to take out her mobile phone about to send a message to Kaoru when she it fell out of her pocket. In classic Mr-Bean style, as she bent down to pick it up she kicked it and it flew into the middle of the road.

"AHH!! My phone, jiya's gonna kill me if it's spoiled!"

She rushed out to pick it up at the same time that afore-mentioned Mercedes was about to reach the same spot where she was.

"Screech!!"

Misao blinked as she found herself staring at the bumper of a black Mercedes. It took her about a few seconds to recover from the shock and still gripping her phone rushed up to where she knew the driver was sitting to blame him for a scare that must have knocked off 20 years from her lifespan.

"Alright buster! Come out with your hands up! What's the meaning of knocking down an innocent school girl?"

"…"

"Don't pretend! Are you even qualified to drive?! Let me see your license right now!"

She would have continued to make more of a fuss when the rear window closest to her rolled down and a voice came from the inside.

"Ohaiyou gozaimasu, I'm sorry for the mistake my driver made. I can assure you that it will never happen again."

"Yeah!! I don't care I demand to be compensated at once! Come out and face me like a man instead of hiding inside this car of yours!"

There was a soft click as the door slowly open to reveal a face that she had only come to recognise after reading up on Soujirou's student file. His uncle.

She was at a loss of words. This was definitely not part of her plan. She had dragged her ass all the way here to see Soujirou and all she got was a badly scratched mobile phone and 35 year off her lifespan.

However, before anything could be said or done, a second black Mercedes had stopped behind her and someone had came running out of the car.

"Oji-san! What happened?"

Misao was once again at a loss for words. Now she was not only too shocked to speak but now she was ready to bury herself in the world's deepest hole and never come back again. Imagine what it must have looked like seeing your classmate screaming at your uncle in the early morning. Even better was the fact that morning traffic had begun to kick in and cars were already piling up behind the two cars.

Misao suddenly found herself being pushed into the back of one of the black Mercedes. She didn't get a chance to see whose car she was in and closed her eyes to give a quick prayer before opening her eyes a fraction to see… Soujirou's uncle. Why wasn't her bad luck ending yet?! She had said please in her prayer!

"Ojou-san, once again I'm deeply sorry for the scare we gave you just now. Please allow me to compensate you by giving you a lift to school. It's the least I can do."

Misao bit her reply, glad that she was able to stop it in time because she was sure that should she really say how she felt, not only would she seem ungrateful but it would have afforded herself a one-way ticket to Shishio-san's list of people Soujirou must never make contact with.

"Thank you." She said as she forced a smile onto her face. "And I apologise for making such a scene just now. Please forgive me." It was taking her all of her effort to say her last sentence as she knew she didn't mean a word of it.

"It's ok, I understand that it must have been a rather big shock to you. I'm sure I would have reacted in the same way that you did."

Misao suppressed the urge to life her eyebrow. The man sitting next to her looked as if he never lost his temper, his cool or anything tangible or intangible for that matter.

She looked out of the window. Dang! Why didn't she land up in Soujirou's car! She replayed the scene over and over in her head and still couldn't find a way to excuse herself of looking like his uncle's executioner. Damn!!

"Ok, here we go. Sakuragi High, have a good day and I hope that we can meet again but hopefully not in the same way." Shishio said with a little laugh as the chauffer stepped down to open the door for her.

"Thank you once more." Misao said as she gave the older man a quick bow and ran off to the toilets determined to drown herself in a toilet bowl.

Misao sat down just as the bell rang and the teacher for first period stepped in. She was just getting ready to suffocate herself with her bag when she noticed a small piece of paper on her table.

She opened it and the contents were as follows:

Makimachi-san, are you ok?

Misao allowed herself a smile. It looked as though her plan was to continue…

Misao landed heavily on her bed as she ran through the entire week's happenings in her head.

After Monday, she had spent the entire Tuesday afternoon trying to pass Soujirou a bento set after track-and-field practice but had only succeeded in taking one step on the track before she was promptly flattened and squashed by the newly-formed, 250-strong (and still growing) Soujirou fan club.

On Wednesday, she approached Soujirou with the intention of asking him for help with History and was even intending to invite him to her house for private lessons when Saitou came in and wasted no time criticising her last Physics assignment.

Thursday was a slight improvement. In the evening she had put on her roller blades and headed to the park to accidentally 'bump' into Soujirou. The plan had succeeded for about the first 10 seconds before she realised that her gentle bump into Soujirou wasn't going to gentle at all and neither was it going to be him that she was crashing into the lovely but extremely tough lamp post.

She met him in the library on Friday and approached him to study together when Kaoru stormed in and dragged Misao out by her ears all the time muttering about a promise Misao made to help look after her dad's store.

Saturday was the day that she headed to the fancy French restaurant to "meet" Soujirou but was stuck doing chores for Okina and was late to meet him. When she had finally reached the restaurant, she randomly ordered a dish and was about to "bump" into him when he left the restaurant. She was left with a plate of food that strangely resembled snails and was too afraid to eat. When it came to paying the bill, she realised that the dish was more than she could normally afford and even then she couldn't pay as she had left her purse at home.

Misao sighed as she sat up. Project 'Stalker' was a success but it looked as if Plan: Stick like Glue was a total failure. Not only did he not pay her anymore attention (she was sure he was now paying even less than before) but she had succeeded in only making herself a bigger fool than ever. She was feeling horribly depressed and sorry for herself when her mobile rang.

"Moshi moshi."

"Ne, Misao-chan! Guess what! I just heard from a very reliable source that the school is giving us permission to go to the beach this year as part of our summer school trip!!"

Misao's eyes lit up when she heard the word "beach". Beaches meant bikinis and the perfect excuse to show more skin. Which guy could resist a girl in a tight two-piece?

Extremely excited now, Misao quickly muttered "Thank Himura-sensei for me." And sprang into action. If she was to make Soujirou's jaw drop then first she had to find the perfect swim wear and beach attire.

(A/N: Ok, thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Cya at the next chapter and remember: Review!!)

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