A/N: So yeah, while writing in third person, I have used the last names of characters. But when the girls address each other, they use first names since they are pretty close. I implore you not to be confused!

Here are my OCs: (In order of Last name, First name) (Also, the only appearance I'm doing for the supporting characters are hair and eye color. Hope that's okay!)

Ritsu Asami:

The…Heroine of the story.

Appearance: Sorry sorry I haven't decided that yet. :P I will soon though.

Kyoto Akane:

Best friend to Ritsu.

Appearance: Black hair, waist length, brown eyes, she usually doesn't tie her hair or use any accessories

Miazaki Hiromi:

Appearance: brown hair, shoulder length, held back by a clip, brown eyes

Shimane Haru:

Appearance: red hair, shoulder length, falls over her eyes, pink-ish eyes (I know, I know. SO unrealistic!)

Akita Shiori:

Appearance: caramel hair, pixie cut, blue-green eyes.

Kyoto, Miazaki, Akita and Shimane are all good friends of Ritsu, but Kyoto is closest to Ritsu.

Anyway, here's the next chapter! Enjoy! ^_^

*The next day*

Ritsu Asami walked to her classroom slowly.

"Oi Asami! Where were you after school yesterday? Your mom called...I was worried you know!"

Ritsu turned to find a group of girls(1) waving to her. One of the girls though, had her arms crossed across her chest and was frowning at her. Ritsu smiled at the aforementioned raven haired girl.

"Ah gomen gomen Akane-chan!" Ritsu attempted to pacify her best friend, which seemed to work. Kyoto Akane backed down a bit.

"Sokka...where were you anyway?" Miazaki Hiromi, a brown haired girl, who was busy fiddling with her hair until then, inquired.

"Ehh...I kinda fell asleep..." Ritsu replied sheepishly.

The entire group sighed. "Well that is to be expected I guess..." They said in unison. Just then the bell went off.

"That's our cue!" The red head Shimane Haru exclaimed. "Let's go Hiromi, Shiori!" She called out to them.

Ritsu and Kyoto watched them walk away.

" Well, it's time we get to class too. Wouldn't want Ikeda-sensei to kill us. Hey did you complete the homework?" Kyoto questioned as they began walking towards their classroom.

"HAAN?! We had homework?" Ritsu cried in dismay.

"Of course we had homework! Baka! You always forget!"

"I don't always forget…"

"Yes you do…" Kyoto huffed. "I guess it can't be helped then. Fine I'll cover for you…again." Kyoto rolled her eyes.

"Arigato Akane-chan!" Ritsu beamed at her and opened the classroom door.

Eh? It's that guy from yesterday. Why is he giving me such a scary look? Oh never mind…with Ikeda sensei's class next, he is the last thing I should be concerned about.

"Say Asami, why was Midorima-san staring at you?" Kyoto asked, settling in her desk.

"Who?"

Kyoto's brown eyes widened insurprise. "Seriously? You don't know who Midorima Shintaro is?"

"Umm...Should I?"

"Duh! He's the basketball ace of our school." Kyoto went on to announce that he was a member of the Generation of Miracles, attended Teiko Middle School and that they won three consecutive basketball championships during that time among other things that made him sound like a demigod.

"Na Akane, you know I'm not into sports and such."

"Me neither! But sheer hotness, that's another matter!" Kyoto flashed Ritsu a mischievous grin.

Ritsu laughed at her friend's hotness-worshipping obsession. "You seem to know a lot about him anyhow."

"Seeing as how he was all everyone talked, whispered or giggled about in the hallways during the first week of school, it isn't surprising that I retained all the important facts." Said Kyoto suggestively.

Rolling her eyes, Ritsu recalled just which kind of facts her friend deemed important. She probably has his relationship status, personal history, shoe size and all such things down to the letter.

The classroom door slid open and the teacher walked in. Immediately all conversation was silenced and the students stood up to greet the teacher.

"Ohayou minna" The teacher greeted.

"Ohayou sensei." The students replied in unison.

"We'll start off by discussing homework." The teacher announced and started picking off students one by one to answer questions. When it was Ritsu's turn, she shot a desperate look towards Kyoto, who smiled reassuringly at her.

"Ritsu-san, please see to the fourth question."

Ritsu stood up, Kyoto whispered the answer under her breath and Ritsu repeated it word for word. Perfect. It should be too. They have been doing that since middle school.

When she sat back down, Ritsu smiled at Kyoto. "Ja, Akane, until recess then."(2) She turned to the front of the classroom and engrossed herself in the lecture.

Ritsu, Kyoto, Miazaki, Shimane and Akita sat together during lunch.

"So, Asami, you still didn't tell me why he was looking at you." Kyoto remembered suddenly.

"Who?" The other three cried. "Is someone interested in our Asami?" Akita squealed.

Ritsu grimaced. "So so minna, there is no need to sound so surprised…anyway it's not like that."

"Midorima Shintaro!" Kyoto gushed out.

"HONTO?" Shimane jumped up from her seat and grabbed Ritsu's hands, who sighed in exasperation. "I told you guys it's not like that! He just probably thought I'm weird after what happened yesterday."

"And what exactly did happen yesterday?" Kyoto asked quietly, her voice laced with a hint of suggestiveness.

Ritsu reddened a little. "Nothing…I fell asleep in class after school and-"

"This is so not surprising. We left early for one day and there you are, snoring away in class…" Miazaki muttered crossly.

"What's with everyone saying that I snore? Anyway so yeah, I fell asleep in class and he woke me up."

"How?" Kyoto went on another one of her fangirling trips. "Did he say your name softly? Or stroke your hair? Or-"

"He was a little less…ah, subtle."

"So what did he do?"

"Dropped something heavy on the floor. I guess he probably hoped that the loud noise would wake me up or something." Ritsu answered, casually sipping her drink.

Their smiles drooped. "Ehh…s-so desu ka…"

"Oi! Aren't you the girl who left school with Shin-chan yesterday?" An unfamiliar voice sounded beside Ritsu. The owner of the voice, a black haired guy, leant towards her, as if to examine her closely.

"Say, are you his girlfriend?" He inquired again. Ritsu nearly choked on her drink. "Wh-what makes you think so?" She asked, spluttering.

Ignoring her question, he went on. "Now now, don't be worried if he acts cold sometimes, he is a tsundre after all."

"Urusai Takao." Another sharp voice sounded behind the black haired guy.

"Ah! Shin-chan! I was just-" The black haired guy, whose name was Takao, started, holding out his arms in front of himself protectively.

"There's no need to explain." Midorima Shintaro turned towards the table of baffled girls.

"I apologize for any trouble my-" Here he paused for a second. "-acquaintance might have caused." They gave him their best versions of Thank-you-for-saving-us-from-this-weirdo-now-pleas e-take-him-away smiles.

"Wah! So mean Shin-chan! At least call me your friend!" Takao wailed.

"You're not my friend. Ikuzo. We're leaving." He grabbed Takao by the back of his collar and dragged him away.

"Ch-chotto matte kurasai!" Takao flailed wildly as the two guys disappeared among the sea of students in the cafeteria.

Ritsu turned to find Kyoto scribbling furiously in her notebook. "Tsundre-carries-green-frog-Takao-not friend" she muttered.

"Ne Akane-chan, what are you writing?" Akita asked, peering into her notebook. Kyoto finished and proudly held up a green book. "Midorima-kun no data!" She announced excitedly.

"Huh? Data?!" The rest of the people at the table cried.

"Mm hmm!" Kyoto squealed. "I want every bit of information I can gather on Midorima-kun!" Saying so, she twirled around and hearts erupted all around her.

The rest of them sweat-dropped. Ritsu stated what everyone was thinking.

"You're weird."

A/N:

1: As you might have already guessed, the group consists of Kyoto, Miazaki, Akita and Shimane.

2: I thought this sentence was a bit confusing so I left a note. Ritsu means to say that she'll talk to Kyoto in recess as the teacher has started her lecture.