Hey guys, it's Anya! I'm here with a new chapter of Washed Away with the Rain. This chapter was pretty hard to write just because I couldn't really find the inspiration to write it. But after several events that happened today, I was finally able to spark up enough creativity to write this. I would also like to add that when I wrote this, I made Yamabuki Saaya a little out of character. Please forgive me for that, and please enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Twelve

"Yamabuki Saaya?" I echoed the name.

"Yeah, a lot of people told Yaya that Yamabuki Saaya was responsible." Yaya explained to me.

I remembered Yamabuki Saaya. Yamabuki Saaya has been in my class ever since kindergarten. Her family was rich, and had a high social status. When we were little and I had told some of my friends in class that I was going to have a little sister, Yamabuki Saaya started to have a complex towards me. She was always trying to be better at me than everything, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. The day I came back to school, a few days after my mother and little sister died, everyone had been so excited to hear about my little sister. When I ended up crying in the classroom, Yamabuki Saaya began coming overconfident with herself. That's when it all really began.

Yamabuki Saaya had always been running around, trying to make her look better than me. She was always raising her hand in class to answer questions, she tried out for so many different activities, and she even began picking on me. If it had just been Saaya, it wouldn't have been too bad. However, Saaya had a group of four girls that always had her back. The four girls were all tied to Saaya by parental bonds. So in other words, it was nothing more than political friendship. Though, they were quite good actors because Saaya actually believed that they were completely loyal to her.

A bright idea popped into my head. "Well, since you guys know who did it, you don't need me. Bye-bye!" A gave them a sarcastic wave and smile.

I left the room, not wanting to be stuck there for the rest of lunch. I checked my watch, seeing that lunch was already nearing its end. I headed back to the classroom, not wanting to be late for class. If the teacher told Ryuu-san that I was late to class, Ryuu-san would probably give me some sort of cruel and unusual punishment.

When I got back to class, almost everyone had already arrived back from visiting other classes and eating their lunches. I saw Yamabuki Saaya and her four groupies sitting in the back of the classroom. They seemed not to notice me, but I knew better than that. I walked over to my seat, figuring that since kids would be in here during lunchtime, they wouldn't do anything; there were too many witnesses.

However, when I got to my seat I saw writing all over my desktop. It was all written in pencil, so it could be erased, but the fact that people had actually written some of the things on there could never be erased. The messages written varied from things such as, "Slut!" and "Get out of our school!" and "Safe sex! Use protection!" and "How many abortions have you had?" and "So you like older guys, eh?" and one or two of the messages had telephone numbers asking me to call them if I ever got bored.

I felt like crying. Telling from the writing and phone numbers, more people than just Yamabuki Saaya and her groupies were doing this. Ever since I created my outer character, I hadn't been picked on for a long time. Kids were normally too afraid of me to pick on me, so… why now? Why am I being picked on all of a sudden?

I made sure that my outer shell stayed whole, and did not crack. I changed right into character. I sighed, and grimaced at the writing. "Hey," I looked at the entire classroom. Everyone inside the room looked over to me with round eyes, both scared and curious. "Whoever has a problem with me, please don't write on the desk. It may be temporarily mine, but it's still school property. It's really not cool." I spoke in my cool, apathetic tone. I flipped my hair and opened my backpack to get out my eraser.

Once again, I had to fight back tears. Inside of my backpack was tons of trash from other students. Chip wrappers, pocky boxes, plastic bottles, juice boxes, crumpled up pieces of paper, and all kinds of other pieces of trash. I started shoveling the trash out of my backpack. Luckily all of the contents were still inside of it. I decided that I wouldn't say anything this time; I had spoken enough for today. Plus, I felt that if I spoke again I wouldn't be able to hold back the tears that wanted to force their way out.

At that time, Nagihiko walked into the classroom. He saw me piling the trash onto my desk, trying to make sure that all of it was out of my backpack. He had a concerned look on his face, as if he could see straight through me. This time, Nagihiko faced the class.

"Bullying a student is clearing against school rules," He began off strongly. "Amu has done nothing wrong; therefore no one has a right to judge her."

Everyone was quiet. Although Nagihiko was only the treasurer of the student council, he still had a lot of power in the school. Plus the fact that Nagihiko was popular amongst his peers. Girls adored him and guys admired him. Nagihiko was good at public speaking, studying in school, and he had high positions like treasurer of the student council and vice-captain of the basketball team. If Nagihiko could walk on water he'd probably be the perfect man.

"Are you honestly defending that slut?" A voice asked from the back of the classroom, a voice that I recognized too well. It was Yamabuki Saaya, probably trying to crush me even lower.

"Amu has done nothing wrong; there's no proof that she did anything." Nagihiko returned at her.

Yamabuki Saaya walked up to Nagihiko. Her green eyes were piercing as usual, and her dark maroon hair was straight at the top, but as it reached her chin line it exploded into large curls. She was quite pretty, but her personality was something that made her uglier than everyone else. Saaya got really close to Nagihiko, not in a flirtatious way, but an intimidating way. Saaya's groupies followed her closely behind, ready to protect their leader at all costs.

She asked him with an evil edge to her voice, "Why are you defending her so much? Did she also do you a special favor?"

Nagihiko's confident stance did not falter. He returned back, "Why are you trying so hard to bring her down? Is someone who barely talks that intimidating to you?"

Saaya flipped her hair, similar to how I always do it, and said, "Like a slut can intimidate me, Yamabuki Saaya. I'm much too great for her small presence."

"A slut like her is incomparable to Saaya-sama!" One of the girls squealed.

"Saaya-sama is the greatest, no one can top her!" Another one of the girls spoke.

Although the girls acted like slaves to Saaya, it seemed like they truly thought that was what friendship was. Since they were forced to be friends with Saaya, they probably grew some twisted idea of friendship. I really pitied them, but my feelings towards them were still bitter. No matter how twisted their idea of friendship may be, it was no reason to pick on someone else.

Before Nagihiko could utter another word, I stepped in. I got right in between Saaya and Nagihiko, and it made Saaya back up from me. I put my hand on my hip, and I spoke in the same tone as before, "It's a pity."

Saaya looked angry now that I had gotten involved. She snapped, "What are you talking about?"

I answered her coolly, "You're really pretty, but your attitude makes you really ugly. It's kind of sickening in some ways."

Saaya growled at me, "Do you even have the right to judge me after what you did?"

Everything that Saaya said seemed to flow with what I wanted to say. She was just too predictable. "I don't have the right to judge anyone, really, but neither do you."

This time Saaya's groupies stepped in. "Don't talk to Saaya-sama like that! She can crush you like a bug!"

I sighed at them and asked, "This is between Saaya and me, can you please back off and let Saaya defend herself for once?"

The groupies, despite being totally hard-headed, saw my point. They slowly backed off, making this battle between only Saaya and me. Kids from class were starting to stare at us, watching us have our little quarrel. Since I didn't talk much, it was quite rare to see me so riled up for once.

Saaya snapped at me, "Don't start think that you're better than us, bitch!"

I looked at her with fierce eyes. I didn't look angry, but I certainly looked irritated. "All you can do is bully and snap at me. Your words and actions cannot hurt me, for I have done nothing wrong."

Her eyes were blazing on fire and she was grinding down on her teeth. She yelled at me, "You think that you can still be innocent after sleeping around like that? You're an embarrassment to the school!"

I felt a force on my cheek. A slapping sound echoed in the classroom. My cheek was stinging with pain. I put my hand up to my cheek, the same spot where Yamabuki Saaya had slapped me.

Yamabuki Saaya slapped Amu!? What will Amu do? Do I sense a cat fight coming up? Be sure to read the next chapter: Let's Go For a Walk. Until next time!

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