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This story is based on The Only Exception by Paramore

Summary: From seeing the relationship between her parents, Rima didn't believe of the word 'love'. She didn't want to get hurt by anyone ever again. She didn't want to feel she decided to lock such a feeling away. But love can be unexpected.

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Nagi's POV

I've learnt something new today that I didn't know before. Rima loves comedy. Strange, right? I didn't think she'd be the type to like such a thing. But when she was telling me about it her eyes seemed to light up and gleam. Why was I talking to her? Good question. I'm still wondering why. She's opening up to me more, although she still hates me. But I'm starting think she doesn't hate me so much as before. It was a typical Monday morning, everybody was half asleep and not in the mood to do anything. The weather was horrible too. So dull and grey, it was so miserable. We were waiting for our Drama teacher, who seemed to be late. Rima was sitting by herself looking absentmindedly at the navy blue carpet. She looked like she had something on her mind. It was time for me to interrupt those thoughts. She didn't notice me come over at first, but when I stood over her with a small smirk playing on my lips, she looked up and sighed. So she wasn't in the mood to talk to me, hmm? Well, that's going to be broken. I'm going to make her talk to me, whether she likes it or not. I sat next to her as she glared at me.

"Why are you here?" she questioned.

Because I feel like it. That was my reason. I smiled at her, the most sweetest smile I could muster. She gave me a fake smile back. What was wrong with her? Maybe this weather had affected her. Great, moody Rima. Joy...

"You looked like you wanted someone to talk too," I told her, never leaving my signature smile leave my lips.

She wasn't so satisfied, "Stop it with that smile, it's sickening."

Charming.

I felt like annoying her more with my 'sickening' smile. She rolled her eyes peering over her shoulder. I wonder why she's being so antisociable. Wait, this is Rima, of course she'd be antisociable. Her eyes were so distant like she was lost in her thought. I wonder what's going through that head of hers. She seems to be so fixated on it. There must be something troubling her. I know that sometimes it is wrong to pry, but in this case it is a nescessity.

"Is there something wrong?" I enquired.

The look on her face told me something was definitely wrong. She had to different emotions on her face, one she was annoyed I had asked her something personal, and two she looked rather sad. About what I wonder?

"Shut up, I'm totally fine. Why do you care?" she asked.

I shrugged, I was just intrigued. I don't know, am I worried for her. No, never. I'm only doing this to get her to trust me more. If she can see the side of me that is caring she might open up even more. I'm close to it, if I keep on acting like this, she might tell me more. Yes, this was an act. Nothing about what I have done is actually the truth. That's for definite. The Drama Teacher finally came into the classroom carring many sheets of paper. I could hardly see his face. He dropped the paper on the floor rather carelessly and stood in front of the class. But no one was really paying attention to him. Everybody was talking to each other about different things. I couldn't care less what they were talking about but when I looked at Kukai something caught my eye. Hmm, Utau and Kukai seem to be together a lot now. Although, you could say the same about me and Rima. Scratch that. What's wrong with talking to the person you hate? That didn't sound right at all. Never mind.

The teacher clapped his hands loudly drawing everyone to attention. He smiled when he saw all eyes were on him.

"Hello, everyone. Today we will be doing work in groups of four. You can do any type of drama but it must be suitable," the teacher instructed.

When he had stopped talking the noise of the class rose again. Groups, I knew exactly who I was working with. I stood with Kukai and Utau leaving Rima on her own again. Who really cares about her being on her own? There are plenty of people she could talk too. She just can't be bothered. That's her fault, it shouldn't be my concern. I looked away from her trying to get that thought out of my head. I can't be nice all the time. My kindness had a limit. She looked like she was in her own little world. Stop thinking about her. Who give a damn? Not me. Never, what I am doing is fake. Not genuine. Fake.

"Hey Rima!" Kukai shouted from behind me, "Do you wanna join us?"

Rima shrugged but stood up on her little feet and came over. I glared at Kukai as he grinned like a child.

"I'm doing you a favour," he persuaded me.

I lifted my eyebrows, "More like a death sentence."

That made him grin even more. Rima stood beside Utau looking down at her shoes. This is really weird. What the heck is wrong with her? It's seriously starting to annoy me.

"So then, what form of drama do we wanna do?" Kukai asked cheerily.

"I could care less," I snorted.

Kukai ignored my comment and asked Rima in a rather sweet tone. It was like he was really treating her like a child. Which we all were, but he was treating her like a kouhai. She definitely was not that, even if she looked like she could be 11 years old. She bit her lip in a rather cute manner like she was thinking.

"Erm, I'd like to do comedy," she suggested.

This definitely caught my attention. I stared at her kind of surprised at what she had just said. I didn't hear her wrong right? She just said comedy.

"You? Comedy? Please..."

She glared at me, again.

"Shut up, I happen to love comedy," she gave me a challenging look.

This was so...hilarious. It just didn't sound right for her to like such a thing. No, she loved it. I had to supress myself from laughing.

I smirked, "I've found out something new about you."

Rima didn't like me saying that at all. She looked like she was going to kill me. Seriously, if looks could kill I'd already be rotting in a grave. I laughed awkwardly hoping that she would redirect her death glare somewhere else.

"Don't get used to it," she said.

Oh, I was so going to get used to it. She was going to tell me everything. She was going to tell me exactly why she was upset today. There was no question about it. By the end of the day, I was going to be closer to achieving my goal.

The rest of the lesson went by swiftly and so did the day. The best part of it was that I learned more things about Rima. She tries to conceal her real feelings. I've asked her a lot of times what was wrong and she would act like she was totally ok. It was like she was used to hiding her emotions. I wonder why she chose to do that and keep it all to herself? Usually, if something was making me feel depressed I'd want to talk about it. But with her it's different. I can just tell that she doesn't want any pity. That's something she would really hate to have.

Nadeshiko, who would sometimes walk with me on occasions was busy at school, so I was on my own when walking back home. I wasn't too bothered about that though. I was listening to my ipod when a flash of sunflower gold caught my eye. I followed its brightness as it lead me to a certain chibi. I smirked as I ran up to her and tapped on the back. She spun round like she thought I was some kind of kidnapper or something. She looked worried for some reason. Her facial expression calmed down when she saw it was me. But she still wasn't so delighted.

"Let's walk home together," I suggested.

She snorted, "Let's not."

She sped ahead but she couldn't out run me. I caught up with her, easy. We were going in the same direction so it didn't really matter whether she didn't want me to follow her. I was going to either way. I peered at her seeing that her expression was now rather perplexed. The weather had brightened up so the sun was now shining down on her sleek, smoove, blonde hair. I looked at her eyes and grinned.

"We have the same eye colour," I pointed out.

She stared at me like I was crazy. It was true though, we both had amber eyes. She was very displeased at this.

"Don't compare me to you crossdresser," she hissed.

Urgh. Seriously. Couldn't she lay off? Why does she always have to call me that? It's fricking annoying. I sighed shaking my head.

"Can't you just call me Nagihiko like a normal person. Or if you don't want to, just call me Fujisaki," I recommended.

She smiled a little but it was a devious one, "I know your name but I prefer crossdresser."

That's it. I wasn't going to let her go until she called me by my normal name. I stopped and stood in front of her as she looked at me confused. I leaned towards her and looked right into her amber eyes. Her face flushed. I grinned, I'd never thought I'd see that.

"It's Nagihiko. Say it with me, N-A-G-I..."

She cut me off when she pushed me away from her with the most cutest expression on her face. She was so embarassed. It was strange to see her blushing. Could this girl even do such a thing or is something in my eye. How entertaining.

"I know your stupid name! It's Nagihiko!" she practically shouted in my face.

I stared at her in disbelief. She called me that and without any remark behind it. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. I grinned feeling satisfied.

"Well done, Rima."

Rima's POV

I feel like screaming! Oh my god, why the heck am I blushing! What's wrong with me? Especially because of him. Nagihiko of all people. It's absolutely ridiculous. I should be realising this and calming down. But he made me jump when he was right in front of my face. He burst my personal bubble. What does he want anyway? Why does he continue to be like that? If he hated me, truly, wouldn't he stay away from me as much as he possibly could. That's what I've been trying to do. My hate for him is genuine. It's the only for him that exists in me. I'm not blushing, I'm just randomly pink. It's cold, hence I get pink cheeks. Don't kid yourself Rima. I just need to get him out of my head. And permanently! I hate Fujisaki Nagihiko. I hate Fujisaki Nagihiko. Damn. He's always asking me these annoying questions. He's been asking me what's wrong. He shouldn't be asking. It's not any of his business. It's personal to me. I can't just go out and tell the person I hate about it. No, he would be cruel and tell my secret to anyone who was willing to listen. Of course there is one reason I'm depressed. It's never anything else.

My mother collapsed today. I have no idea why but one second she was fine and the next she wasn't. I don't care about her, but after she was taken to hospital my dad was the one who made me this way. The person who said 'stick and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me' is completely wrong. In my opinion, words are worse. Of course being hit is horrible and heartbreaking. But it's what they say with the hit that leaves an everlasting crushed feeling inside of you. How could I tell Nagihiko about that? How could I tell anyone? Never will I let those feelings that I have locked away be open. Not to anyone. I don't want to cry again. I don't want to feel anything. There's nothing I can do. I had been quiet for a while but Nagihiko was looking at me a rather serious look on his face. He was staring at me, in one place in particular. My neck. There was a bruise mark there. You wouldn't notice it if you didn't look twice. Yes, my father had tried to strangle me. Shows the love, hmm. He let go of me and tossed me to the ground as he stormed out of the house. I think, if he held onto my neck any more longer he could have killed me. Abuse, yes. But I can't seem to shout out for help. I looked away, don't say anything. I clenched my fists hoping so hard that he would ignore it.

"Oh, we're here," he said breaking my chain of thought.

Without a second word I ran away from him before he could ask me about the strange bruise on my neck. I found myself on my front porch fixated to the spot. My breathing was heavy as I screwed up my eyes hoping that my dad wasn't home.

"Why aren't you going in?"

I span round seeing Nagihiko right behind me. He was there the whole time. Crap, he couldn't have suspected anything could he? I wish he would just go away and leave me alone.

"I am," My voice was shaking.

He walked up to me and touched my neck, "What the heck is that?"

He was so fricking serious, he was worried about me. But he was getting too close. If he stayed here any longer he'd realise the truth. I didn't want him too. I smacked his hand away my hair covering my eyes. The door was already opened as I pushed on it.

"I'm fine," I told him.

I walked inside and closed the door behind me. I heard him sigh and retreat from the door.

"No, you're not."

End Of Chapter

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