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FULL NAME OF OC: FUJIWARA RUKIA
I also kinda forgot to mention that when she saw Atobe and the guys her vision was blurry cause she wasn't wearing her glasses. Anyways, please bear with me on this chapter! If you feel as if I could improve it somewhat, feel free to point out! Thanks again to those who reviewed and whatnot!
Flames are welcome since I got this little think called a fire extinguisher.
The Hyoutei tennis regulars were stalking me.
I can think up several reasons why that sentence is dead wrong. One, tennis regulars. Two, stalking. Three, me.
I didn't notice it at first, but ever since they saw me in the gym yesterday, I've been having glimpses of them all over campus.
I mean, I walk to along the corridor and see a flash of blue, and then sometimes the faintest hint of red when I walk across the school grounds. Then I saw Shishido-san sneaking glances at me after first period.
I am freaked out man, I am freaked out.
Hurriedly, I pushed my glasses back up the bridge of my nose to keep it from falling as I raced to my locker to grab my books so I could finally go home and be rid of this crazy feeling that someone was watching me.
Clutching my books, I walked hurriedly along the corridor. I listened hard and heard the familiar steps of feet hitting floor behind me. I was almost hyperventilating when I spun on my heel and banged my head on something hard, solid, and...
Orange?
This day could not get any weirder.
"Hello Fujiwara-san!"
My eyes widened as I recognized Jirou's voice.
"Oh, hi, Akutagawa-san," I replied politely in the kind of voice people usually translate to a...more polite version of get the hell outta here.
"Have you been avoiding us?" Jirou piped up.
Geez, this guy was direct.
"Oh-no, no. You see I..." Want to keep my innocence?
That would not work. He'll probably think I'm crazy (which I sort of am) and run away and bump his head and die and I'll be charged for the murder of Akutagawa Jirou and I'll stay in prison forever with those dumbo orange clothes that look like elephant skin with NO TOILET PAPER and I'll have to live off rats and insects and sleep on a lumpy old metal bed and die of starvation until someone comes to bail me.
Wow that was a mouthful.
"You have been avoiding us, haven't you?" Jirou looked down sadly.
I had the sudden urge to stab a knife between my eyes right there and then.
"It's-it's not like that, Akutagawa-san! It's just that...you see... I was kind of embarrassed when you guys saw me in the gym and all..."
Well it was true! Who wouldn't be, after a (perverted!) tensai compliments your sports bra? I still squirm whenever I think about that...
"Oh, okay then!" Jirou chirped.
My smile rejoiced and started dancing around, throwing petals.
"So you wanna go with me to the tennis courts?"
My smile died and went to live in a random toilet.
"No thanks, Akutagawa-san. I really have-"
Before I could finish my sentence, Jirou dragged me to the tennis courts and my skirt flipped over exposing my red lace underwear.
Oh, joy.
Rolling my eyes to the heavens, I proceeded to fill my head with pointless questions.
Why me? Why today? Why red undies?
"Akutagawa-san, can you stop for a moment-"
I heard a whistle! Was that a whistle?! That better have not been a whistle!
*******
Ten minutes later, I was sitting on the bench in front of the tennis courts looking all sultry.
Why was I so annoyed, you ask? Well, let me tell you some things.
One; I'm supposed to be the school nerd. School nerds don't get whistled at by (perverted!) tensais and Willy Wonkas. They just don't.
Two; There was currently a drilling session going on at the back of my head caused by millions of fangirls.
Three; I am supposed to be at home doing my Math homework. Not sitting here waiting for tennis practice to be finished just because a certain (purple!) captain ordered (the nerve of moles these days!) me to stay because the club members would like to talk to me.
I considered running away but they would just probably hit me with tennis balls. That or I would probably trip over thin air and die.
Suddenly, someone poked the back of my head.
I whirled around in annoyance, only to be met with what seemed to be half of Hyoutei's girl population.
"You have no right to be talking to Atobe-sama at all! You have NO right to be here. You're just the stupid, friendless, school nerd!" one girl with red hair shouted.
Ouch.
"Hey, I may be the school nerd, but at least I'm not a bunch of dumb fucks who worship mole-bearers and have an average of D-." I snapped back.
Silence. More silence.
/Insert crickets here/
I felt hundreds of eyes on me but I wouldn't meet their gaze.
Scowling at the ground, I picked my bag up, swung it over my shoulder and- got lifted up by Oshitari-san.
"Leaving would not be a good idea, Fujiwara-san," he whispered in my ear.
"Carrying me is not a good idea." I growled quietly. He merely chuckled.
Half of the half of the girl population of Hyoutei glared at me. The other half of the half (kinda confusing, ne?) fainted.
Gritting my teeth, I looked down and willed myself not to undergo Tomato Transformation. Again.
Instead I fixed my attention to counting the cracks on the ground.
One thousand three hundred seventy two, one thousand three hundred seventy three...
Okay this was getting boring. After I had been held back-against my will- and told to stay put on the bench I only had one thought in mind.
Who did these people think they were? My mother?
Adjusting my glasses, I whipped out my Ipod and thumbed through the menu.
This is my life.
And I am officially sick of it.
*******
"Talk to me." I stated, crossing my arms. I refused to look up from the ground to meet Atobe's gaze.
It was after practice and we were at the clubroom. And I was slowly dying inside but that's not the point.
"Ore-sama saw you get bullied by those girls earlier," Atobe's eyebrows flew.
I didn't want pity. I am a generally proud person and I do not grovel around searching for pity.
"Oh you mean those dumb fucks? They're really nice, you know? Oh yeah, by the way, you should know that one of them wrote 'Ay luve Keygo Atobee' on the bathroom wall. Smart aren't they?" I said sarcastically.
I surveyed the faces in front of me. Jirou looked anxious. Gakuto looked curious, Oshitari looked amused, Shishido...well I can't decipher a rock's expression. Ootori looked embarrassed.
Cough. Ak-ward.
"So, why did you guys drag me here?" I asked, fingering a strand of my hair.
"Well Fujiwara-san, buchou wanted to get to know you better and so did we," Ootori explained.
"Ohh..." I cocked my head to the right.
Were these guys crazy?
Oh, wait, let me answer that. They were crazy.
"So, that's...it?" I ventured again.
"We just want to be your friends, Fujiwara-san!" Jirou looked up grinning.
So began said crazy friendship.