Special! Ami's POV (even if it's short)
Ami wandered down the hall to her next class (Western Religions). When she talked with the host club, the Kyouya boy said he had this class too. And Eastern Religions, which was next period in the same room. She didn't really want to take this class. She'd much rather focus on the fine arts. In fact, she was planning on taking orchestra instead. Hako persuaded her out of it saying that okaa-san and otou-san would get mad. At least this class had somebody she knew.
Striding through the door, Ami spotted Kyouya in the second row by the window. She sat in front of him.
"Kyouya."
He nodded. Ami wished she had someone more talkative in here.
I rushed out the door as soon as French ended. I heard Suoh yelling Ami's nickname for me. He sat conveniently beside me in class. I ran faster to 3-C. I got there so early, Ami was just leaving as I entered. Clutching my right leg a bit (note: don't start sprinting randomly to go all the way across school without stretching), I leaned against the side of the door while Ami laughed at me. She knew exactly what got me so agitated. I pushed her out.
"Go to your drawing class!"
Only one other person was in the room, the glasses guy. I sat two seats behind him. He walked to sit beside me.
"I'm afraid we weren't properly introduced. I am Ootori Kyouya. Nice to meet you, Hako-senpai."
"Nice to meet you, Ootori-san. I am Natse Hakonu."
"Hako isn't your real name?"
"That is just what Ami calls me."
"I see."
Ootori started writing in a black book out of nowhere.
How odd.
Sorry about the short chapter. I sort of wanted to just have two parts at the most for each chapter.
~Rin