Hello my lovelies! It's been quite a while, hasn't it? Months have passed and lots of things I never expected to happen in real life managed to occur in the span of my absence. Earlier today my attention was directed to my story 'Magic', and I tried to make an effort towards the next chapter for that story. Instead, I came up with this. Don't you love the way the mind works? Or is it just my mind... Whatever. You should just take this confusing experience as a reason to review my stories. *Hint Hint* I also went back and fixed some grammatical errors in the first four chapters earlier today because I read them through and was appalled that so many mistakes slipped past me. I'm so sorry, I'll try harder to keep it from happening again. Does anyone remember in chapter three where I mentioned that thing about reading books in a series? Am I the only one who does that? Yes? No? Well, I suppose it doesn't matter... Oh well. Any-whoo, here's the next chapter. Sorry it's so short, I'm a little rusty lately. Please read and review. I love to hear what you guys think, and any suggestions or requests are always fun to work with and see! I'll let you go on to the actual story now. As always, enjoy!

I not only miraculously manage to get to school on time, but also get to the correct classroom. I'm fully expecting the apocalypse to come before the end of the day. Little did I know that that's exactly what was about to happen.

According to the clock - if you ever really can trust clocks - we had another ten minutes before class starts. I get my notebook out again and another pen, expecting the same thing that happened yesterday.

Except something else happened.

I looked over to the door, and in that exact moment something miraculous truly occurred.

The world slowed as liquid gold eyes met mine, my breath whooshing out of me like I had just been punched in the gut. Which it felt like, if my gut was my chest. His eyes continued past me, not bothering to linger, but mine stayed.

What a peculiar color.

I had never heard of gold eyes before.

His hair was slightly messy, but in the way that you knew it was intentional, looking as if it hadn't exactly decided if it wanted to be brown, red or orange. He was one-of-a-kind, he had to be.

I was completely unaware of my surroundings as he tuned and walked towards the back of the class. I quickly turned my face to my notebook, trying really hard not to come across like a creepy stalker.

He sat right next to me.

Sometimes I feel like Fate just loves to mess with me, just to see how crappy my life can get before it stops considering things funny.

Obviously it hadn't reached that point yet.

The bell rings and class starts. Or, rather, homerooms starts - if you went by what the boy at the front of the class said.

Not exactly interested by what was being said, I pulled out my sketchbook, and start drawing the female uniform. Yellow monstrosity that it is.

Okay, that wasn't exactly true, but still.

It wasn't the best that they could do, as evidenced by the male uniforms.

Why did the male uniforms have a different color scheme, anyway?

Weird.

The architecture wasn't that bad, though. It kind of reminded me of a pink castle; but with math class.

Whatever.

I started on the skirt. It took me a few tries to get the shape right; it was much more triangular and bulky at the hips than I would have liked. You could actually see the fabric bunching rather than actually flowing. I erased once again, my last try really close but not exactly what I wanted. Brushing the tiny pieces of eraser off my paper, I started once again, focusing really hard to make sure this time I got it right.

Then my pencil broke in half.

"Seriously?" I whisper-yelled under my breath, garnering attention from the male to my left. With a mental groan and a silent huff, I leaned over to search my bag for another pencil.

Apparently Fate was in a bad mood today.

My back was starting to hurt by the time I found a mechanical pencil without an eraser in the bottom of my school bag. Grateful to not be hunched over anymore, I returned my attention to my desk.

My sketchbook was gone.

I was halfway into starting a mental mini-panic attack when I heard a snicker to my left. Turning, I saw the handsome boy from before holding my sketchbook in his hands. Not exactly at the mental capacity to form words, I try to make a grab for it, but he only holds it further from my reach.

"You're doing it all wrong." He says, giving a distasteful look at my sort-of drawing. "The left and right sides aren't even symmetrical. Where did you learn to draw like this?"

"Give it back," I attempt, my voice not anywhere near as confident as my pride would have liked. Even still, I never showed anyone the pictures in my sketchbook, which was why I needed him to GIVE IT BACK RIGHT NOW! The guy had not only taken my sketchbook when I wasn't looking, but he had also insulted my absent doodles. Yeah, I knew they weren't the best, but they're not that bad.

Either way, whenever someone says something derogatory about my stuff my first instinct is to say something right back… although the lack of planning usually makes the words that come out really stupid.

"And who are you to judge? I highly doubt you could do any better." I fire, not exactly making the situation better, looking back.

The boy just gave a smirk, his eyes giving off a glint of…. something. What was it? Although I couldn't pinpoint specifically what it was, my stomach's increasing sense of dread told me it probably wasn't good.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Hikaru Hitachiin, eldest son of Yuzuha Hitachiin, the famous fashion designer."

Foot, meet Mouth… Again…. I'm sure you two are quite well acquainted at this point.