Just a little side note. On Thursday, Friday and Saturday Hoshi's mom didn't let her go to school because she wanted Hoshi to rest a few days without having to try and move her arm a lot so she didn't go to school for those three days. Also the tennis ball hitting Hoshi/and or someone else die to Hoshi's lousy tennis skills are all mine! If you end your stories with your OC or character doing that and I found out I will…cry…just putting that out there. Thank you Different Child! See people? She's nice enough to leave a comment/review after every chapter! The world should be nice like her. Than people would be happy and no one would die…due to violence…because people have to die at some point…or life gets boring…that is all…ignore me now…ON WITH THE STORY!

I pursed my lips as I carefully wrote down the words that where written on the board. I had 'forgotten' to bring in the note saying I would need assistance in class for writing so here I was, trying to copy down what the teacher wrote on the board while I also tried to write it faster. I was so caught up in writing that I hadn't noticed time fly by. Soon the bell rang symbolizing the dismissal of class and the beginning of lunch.

"We'll pick up where we left in class tomorrow." the Chemistry teacher shouted through the noise the class made as they left the classroom.

I was slow in packing my bag due to my arm which made me the last one to leave…heck even the teacher left. I reached for my chemistry text book only to have someone else pick it up. I looked up and saw Ryoma packing my bag for me. He also took out two sheets of paper and stuffed them in my planner before placing my planner in my bag. I saw that the two pieces of papers where the notes that we where suppose to take in class today. Once my messenger bag [I switched to messenger bag instead of my usual soccer bag since it would be easier to carry and I didn't have soccer practice] was packed Ryoma slung it over his shoulder.

"Wha-?"

"You need help and your too stubborn to admit it." Ryoma stated as I pouted.

"I don't need help. I'm doing just fine." I argued.

"You do need help. It's so obvious that you where having trouble writing down the notes in class."

"No I didn't. I was perfectly fine."

"You kept pursing your lips while you took the notes. When you purse your lips that usually means your having trouble with something." Ryoma said as I made a face.

"How would you know?" I inquired as I tried to grab my bag back only to have him move back.

"I see you purse your lips a lot in English and you did it at the party when you where trying the mix the frosting." he said as I sighed.

"So what are you gonna do? Follow me around everyday while carrying my bag and helping me write?" I asked sarcastically as he nodded his head.

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm gonna do." he said as I paled.

"B-B-But I'm to young too die!" I stuttered as he gave me a confused look. "Your fan girls." I clarified as he shrugged.

"Not my fault."

"They're your fan girls!" I shouted as he shrugged his shoulder and walked out of the classroom with m in tow.

We both sat under a Sakura Tree near the Tennis Courts and Soccer Fields outside where the weather was perfect. Ryoma handed me my bento box from my bag as he got his own out. We ate in silence for a while…well Ryoma ate…I had trouble using the chopsticks before I just gave up and used my hand. Looks like I wouldn't be able to eat the noodles. I picked up an onigiri and bit into it as I watched a few birds fly by.

"Hey Hoshi." Ryoma said as I looked at him while I swallowed the onigiri I was just chewing.

"Hai?" I asked as he looked at me.

"I'm pregnant." he said as I gave him a weird look.

I opened my mouth to say something about he cant get pregnant and he was too young to…uh…yeah…and once I did he stuffed his chopstick that held some noodles in my mouth. I blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Ryoma pulled his chopstick out of my mouth as I looked at him questionably. Did he just feed me some noodles.

"Well look whose here." a voice said causing me to turn my head to see Hikaru towering over me and Ryoma.

I chewed on the noodles and swallowed them. I blinked at Hikaru. I then looked at Ryoma.

"Che. Looks like your having a lovely lunch with your boyfriend eh?" he asked as I blinked.

"Ryoma isn't my-"

"Whatever. I came here to ask you out but seems your already dating this loser. When you want a real man you know where to find me. Good day." Hikaru said as he stuck his nose in the air and waked away with perfect posture.

A few girls swooned as he walked by. So that's why Ryoma stuffed noodles in my mouth. Although the noodles did taste good. And I sorta wouldn't mind if he did that again-GET YOUR MIND TOGETHER HOSHI!

"He talks like a girl…" I commented at how he talked. "And how did you-"

"He was bragging about how he was gonna ask you out when you weren't at school." Ryoma explained as I nodded my head.

"Arigato." I thanked as I bit into my onigiri while he grunted in response.

I was enjoying my lunch when guess what? I'll give you three guesses…if you get them wrong then obviously you haven't been paying attention to anything.

"Owie…" I mumbled as I rubbed the side of my head.

I turned to see about five girls huddled together, about 15 meters away, death glaring at me. One had a pink tennis racquet in their hands. If looks could kill…I felt myself shudder. I also felt something over my shoulder which made the girls' glare intensify…if that was possible. Ryoma why did you think I was cold and put your arms around me? Do you want me to die?

"I hate your fan girls Ryoma." I stated as he nodded in agreement and pulled me a little bit closer towards him.

Tennis wasn't my thing.