Ivan's POV:
As I walked into the hallways of the school, many people stared at me. I couldn't tell if it was the fact that I was "different", or not in uniform like everyone else. I finally found my 1st block class on the 6th floor of the immense building… As I walked in I was stopped by the teacher…
"Excuse me sir, you're not in uniform and you are late… I'm going to have to ask you leave, and report to the office with this referral…" not even putting another eye on me..
As I left, the class gave out an "Oooooooo " and several other phrases that would describe trouble..
The teacher silenced the class..
"That's enough class.. Now back to the "Battle of Sekigahara…."
Once again I was forced to travel all the way back down to the first floor, and confusingly ask for directions to the office. Finally I met one girl that was nice enough to direct me there. Her name was Ayame…
"Oh sure! It's just down this hall, and then you'll take a left, make a right, make a second right, and from there you just go all the way down until you reach—"
"The office?" I asked..
"No, from there you're going to hit the bathroom. From the bathroom you're going to take another left, another right, and then you should reach the office if you go straight down the hall.."
I slightly blushed, because she was so beautiful…
"I uh.. umm thanks!"I scratched the back of my head..
"No problem! Anytime.." and with that she left down the hall way…
She was beautiful. She had red hair, and dark green eyes. As she walked down the hall I watched. And so did all the other perverts of the hallway. Her bust size, wasn't exactly "unnoticeable.." That is what mainly got everyone else's attention. I finally saw one jackass, that tried to make a move on her..
"Hey baby how's about you and I—" he placed his hands in the wrong place..
Ayame's face turned lobster red, as her fists clenched together.
" Don't you dare TOUCH ME!!"
She grabbed his jacket from behind her, and swiftly threw him over her. She started to continuously pound his face in with her locked fists. Her words were in rhythm to her pounding. She wasn't only beautiful, but she was also a fighter..
"Don't- You- Touch- Me- Ever- AGAIN!" with that final blow she got up, straightened herself up and marched off.
She left the pervert lying on the floor with a bloody and bruised face. I slowly walked up to him..
"Serves you right…" After doing so, I made my way to the office, with the referral at hand.
As I walked into the office, many teachers and administrators eyeballed me. One of them even stopped me..
"Excuse me sir, you are not in un—" I interrupted by showing her my referral.
"Oh.. Then carry on. You better hope the Principle has had his double vanilla mocha.."
"Alright, thanks for the warning…"
Then I thought to myself…
"What the fuck is it with people and their coffee these days..."
I finally arrive at his office, and he seems very ecstatic talking to his assistants. I'm guessing he had his vanilla coffee or whatever it was..
"Oh and what do we have he—" he paused in the middle of his sentence and looked me up and down.
"You must be Ivan Velasquez?"
I smiled, and extended my hand, in hopes he would shake it. He only gave me a puzzled look. There was silence between us…
"Oh I'm terribly sorry! Forgive my manners!" I bowed. I forgot this wasn't Mexico or, the United States..
"Haha! Don't worry about that. You'll get used to the bowing."
He walked over to his desk and gave a simple wave of the hand to direct all of the people out of his office, except for me.
"Now why are you here with a referral at hand?" The tone of his voice started to tense up, and I felt as if I were in trouble..
"I uhh.. I was late to class, and I didn't know we were supposed to have uniforms.."
"Hmm.. Well I can't blame you for either of those things. Just getting here and trying to find a class is something of a difficult feat. I also find it funny that you managed to actually find your class room on the first day! Not bad Mr. Velasquez. The uniform problem is just something you're going to have to live with.."
"Well first off.. I don't mean to be rude but my last name is Valdez.. and what's the deal with the uniform? Where do I get one."
He clamped his hands together and leaned back in his noisy leather chair..
"You see Mr. Velasquez..—"
"Valdez sir.. It's Valdez.."
"Yes, yes, forgive me.. The problem with the uniform, is we only order enough uniforms for all the students attending. Your switch was an accident. So we have no uniform for you.. I'll let the staff know that you are an exception to the uniform rule.."
"So… I can wear whatever I want?!" which was the happiest tone I've been in all day.
"Yes, yes, whatever you want. As long as your clothing show no sign of profanity or suggestive themes. Do you understand this Mr. Valdez?"
"Yes sir! Thank you so much!"
"And as for that referral…."
My eyes widened. I lifted the already sweat filled referral to his arm level. He then starts to slowly examine it… To my surprise, he rips it!
"Now get to class and don't be late anymore, got that?"
"Yes sir! Thank you again!" I bowed myself backwards out of the room, trying not to show my back, and fall over..
"Ahh…. That kid is lucky I had my double vanilla mocha…"