Chapter 2: You're deranged

I sighed. Currently, I was studying Japanese in the library since I had limited knowledge of the language and my tutor, Kiren, was dozing off.

I wish I could be doing that.

I checked my watch and it read four in the afternoon. I stretched, moving the chair back a little as my arms waved in the air, and I heard my back crack.

Ah, that felt good. I've been sitting here too long.

The sound of the wind made me look outside. The window was opened so I could still feel the warmth of the spring weather and smell the blooming flowers. I shouldn't sniff the flowers for too long though other wise I was going to have an allergy attack.

Despite the immense dark atmosphere that surrounded the school building and the landscape, the multi-colored flowers were still magnificent. They were the only things besides the stars that comforted me.

"Stop looking outside and finish studying."

Kiren's soft voice interrupted my thoughts and I glared at her.

"You're the one that fell asleep."

The first day I met her my brain had squealed 'Hallelujah! A person who speaks English!'

I probably shouldn't be surprised that many Japanese people speak English, after all, they were always ahead other countries. However, getting to know her forced me to change my opinion of her. I previously thought she was going to be the opposite of me: sociable, snobby, an overachiever, and an attention whore.

She just rubbed me that way.

Kiren Darako was stunning, in my opinion of course, with long black hair and emerald almond shaped eyes. She was slender, pale, short and with no acne whatsoever.

Damn her.

She proved me wrong though. She was very calm--trust me, I've tried provoking her with the most perverted jokes I could think of, and it sadly didn't work. She just sat there with a gentle smile on her face and refused to make any comments. Not just calm though, she was also secretive. Try getting her to talk about anything personal was like trying to get those British soldiers dressed in red to crack a smile.

This at first made me confirm my belief that she was snobby, but after watching her trying to talk to one of our male classmates I decided she was just shy—'cause she began stuttering and turning many different shades of red.

"You want to eat?" I questioned her.

It was only three hours ago that we had a lunch break. She eyed me with suspicion and I was tempted to tell her that I wasn't asking because I wanted to get out of studying…though that sounded like a good idea too. My eyes felt like they were burning from reading too much.

After finally deciding that I was just hungry and not trying to skip, she nodded. We got up and headed for the cafeteria, which to my surprise was still open but it was probably open twenty-four/seven since the Night class students needed it.

I was gathering fruits and vegetables on my plate--avoiding the seafood—when someone poked my side painfully.

"Hey! There you are!" Shizune's voice rang in my ears. She had one of those high-pitched girly voices that reminded me of a child that has yet to hit puberty.

I smiled at her, ignoring the ringing in my ears. "Hi."

Now I don't hate my roommate, I was just still adjusting to actually sharing my room with someone, and I'm sure Shizune and I would get along if we weren't roommates.

Shizune Atsuko had wavy brown hair and navy blue eyes that made my stomach twitch whenever I looked into them. She was a popular student, leading all of the riots that greeted the Night class students. She was also someone who reminded me of a rabbit—she never shuts up, not even in her sleep.

Don't get me wrong; she's a good person. Probably one of the few people I could annoy without worrying about getting my head removed, and that was because she shrugged off my comments.

And I admired the confidence that she had in herself. She always seemed sure of what she was doing.

"Raiding the kitchen again, are we? I thought you already ate?"

Shizune always spoke slowly with me, which I was grateful for sometimes, other times I became irritated because it made me feel like she was treating me as if I was an idiot.

"Yea, we did. Three hours ago," Kiren replied, stating only what she needed to and continued her way down the food department. That's another thing I liked about Kiren. She only said what was necessary. Except, it really bothered Shizune.

So Shizune started chatting up a storm and Kiren listened, nodding occasionally, and I completely spaced out. It's not like it really mattered since more than half of what Shizune was repetitive.

It was tedious cycle: boys, school, boys, projects, boys, awful teachers who bombarded us with tiresome homework, dance parties, dancing with boys and…gasp! More boys!

So even if I missed something I could always ask Kiren to cut all that crap short and give me a summary, which Kiren gladly did. After eating our meals, it was six in the afternoon. I'm not normally a slow eater, but if I'm being forced to join in the conversation, it kind of happens.

Out of nowhere, Shizune dramatically gasped, cupping her cheeks with her palms and her mouth formed into an 'O'.

I blinked. "Did someone die?"

Kiren nearly choked, quietly trying to smother her laughter. Shizune, on the other hand, frowned.

"No silly! It's time for the exchange!" she sighed. "When will you learn? Have you no respect for the Night class? We have to go greet them!"

I remembered then what she was talking about. Shizune was the only person I knew who referred the time when the Night class students and Day class students meet as the 'exchange.' She left us swiftly, running around to gather her fellow fans.

"Might as well go with her," Kiren said softly, getting up from her seat.

I followed her, having to stop once to search for my headphones. The bothersome squeals and screeches of the fan girls soon surrounded the opening gates of the Moon dormitories, and I was suddenly very aware of my shrinking bubble space.

You know, I'm starting to think I might need multiple rabies shots.

The assembly of the female Day class students had nearly run me over. They were being held back by a very tired, yet determined Yuuki as they attempted to climb over her --or make her road kill too-- to get even a glimpse of the Night class students.

Where's Mister Rabid Rabbit?

Normally I didn't even have to try to look for him since the girls practically screamed his name and he outrageously flirted back, winking or whistling or …whatever. Today, however, he was missing from the crowd. How odd.

"Where's Idol-kun?" I heard a bunch of girls ask each other.

Oh here we go. Now they were going to bombard the upperclassmen with questions of the blonde kid's whereabouts. As if on cue, Mr. Bunny came into my line of vision, waving his hands and grinning like he just won a race.

Hold on a damn, disturbing second. Why is he coming from the Sun dormitories?

I shrugged it off. Personally it's really none of business as to whatever he was doing in that direction and a part of me really didn't want to know.

"IDOL-SENPAI!"

And this is where my eardrums die, sadly.

The screaming, squealing, and shrieking female population was suddenly threatening to swallow Mr. Bunny whole in their massive crowd—that is until some silver haired guy said a few death threats to them. Yet one girl, Shizune I think, I couldn't tell from this location, still tried to get closer and the silver guy immediately shoved her back into the crowd.

Ouch. He's brutal.

"HEY! FONTANA-SAN!"

My head snapped, eyes landing on the blonde kid from two days ago. "What?"

I wasn't going to call him by his nickname out here, not when there were hordes of women who would have given me menacing, questioning glares of why I called him that and who was I to give him such a name. He was suddenly right in front of me, inches from my face again. Honestly, this guy had no concept of bubble space whatsoever.

And he was grinning the kind of grin that spelled trouble.

He hugged me, tilting his head so he could whisper in my ear.

"You should check your room soon."

The lack of space, the whisper AND breath tickling my ears, and the fact that he had invaded my room, made me believe I was entitled to shoving him to the ground. Quite violently I might add.

"Oof!" Mr. Bunny landed on his elegant ass and there was a deafening, exaggerated gasp of disbelief from the mob of women.

Oh shit.

I had momentarily forgotten I was being watched by millions of eyes when I shoved him, but took off running before I could be pummeled to deaths, swerving in zigzag motions. I jumped, grabbing onto one of the long, firm branches and hopped on. Thanking God for gymnastics as I made my way up higher, I was out of sight when the mob of murderers passed me and I sighed with relief. A few seconds later, there were footsteps so I held my breath and looked down to see Kiren.

"I know you're up there."

Damn her.

"You have a bad habit of hiding in trees, I've noticed it a few weeks ago."

Damn her again!

"It's safe, you know, but I think Shizune will kill you once we're at your room."

Fuck! I totally forgot about that!

I mentally muttered all the profanity words I knew while I climbed back down, glaring at Kiren who gave me a bored look in her defense.

"What do you suggest?"

"Change roommates."

"And room with who?"

She smiled, pointing at herself.

"I'll gladly take that offer." I smiled back.

"There she is!" I heard someone shout and there they were, pointing their adorable fingers at me like five year olds.

"See ya!" And I sprinted off again.

When I finally got to my room, I found my door slightly ajar. I quickly inhaled, peeking into the room slowly so I wouldn't provoke any traps the blonde left me. When nothing happened, I opened the door all the way to discover that my room looked like a tornado had hit it. He had gone through all my books, charts, various equipment, school supplies –even through my bed! My bed covers were on the floor, completely disregarded and my bed sheets were nearly removed.

I twitched all over.

Shizune was going to love this since it meant that the one and only sexy, elite student was in her room, even though he hadn't touched any of her belongings.

He was going to pay very, very dearly.

After putting my room back together, which took a few hours, I realized, in my outmost horror, that my journal was missing. I bit my tongue and shoved my head into my pillow to keep my shrieks of outrage from being overheard.

"What's wrong?" Kiren's gentle, passive voice poked me. She was standing above me—I was kneeling against my bed—with a perplexed face, one eyebrow elevated.

"He has taken my journal hostage!" I bellowed furiously.

I could tell she wanted to laugh. "Serena-chan, it's just a-"

"Not a journal, the journal. As in all my personal information is in that journal! And since it was taken hostage, it means that he must have read some of it, other wise he would NOT have realized how important it was and now wants to use it as black mail!"

Kiren slowly began to nod, knowing that once I went into hysterics there was no use of telling me to shut up because I would just ignore her. "What if he didn't read it though?"

I stopped midway of cursing him and planning his ultimate death to answer. "Then that means he took it without knowing its significance! But let's be realistic here, he probably read it because he's probably nosey as hell and if he hadn't, he would taken something else to make sure I'd be angry!"

"…Uh huh…"

"HE WANTS A WAR! FINE!"

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Needless to say the next day I wasted my entire time to plot revenge and a way to get my journal back, which all consisted of breaking into the Moon dormitories. I sighed. There was no way I could sneak into the dorms without getting caught and suffering severe consequences…unless I persuaded Yuuki to take me there.

I searched for the lovely brunette, not finding her of course—my luck, and instead faced the enraged faces of Mr. Bunny's fans.

They have yet to forgive me and I have yet to answer any of their questions. They believed I was insane and disrespectful for treating their dear Idol- senpai like 'that'.

Shizune, in particular, hasn't left me alone all day. She stalked me while I was in the cafeteria, the library (I still haven't finished studying Japanese), our classes, and in our small shared bedroom…I was surprised that she didn't hop into the shower with me—I did invite her since she was standing centimeters away from the curtains, but instead she blushed furiously and angrily told me not to be idiotic.

Okay…if you say so…

It was that time again; the 'exchange', and I had to bite my tongue to make sure I didn't laugh. The fangirls had formed a line of bodyguards to make sure I wouldn't harm a precious hair on their Idol-senpai.

All the same I was ready for part I in my plan.

The gates opened and out came with the Night class students, and the amusing declarations of everlasting love and 'I want to bear your children!'

I, meanwhile, was rolling my shoulders and stretching my arms. Kiren, sitting on the grass beside me reading, eyed me suspiciously. She seems to be always suspicious of me.

"Serena-chan…"

"FIRE ONE!" I yelled, ignoring her, and threw with perfect aim due to my old days of playing softball. The object I threw whizzed by the innocent bystanders, hitting my target completely in the face.

The water balloon popped, soaking Mr. Bunny's sour face. He, first, blinked in surprise and then began growling.

"FIRE NUMBER TWO!"

He tried to catch the second water balloon, but he popped it…must have been those ridiculously feminine fingernails he has...and his poor suit was drenched. The taller guy standing next to him covered his mouth. I'm not sure as to whether it was because he was shocked or trying to hide his laughter.

"YOU!" That accusatory, livid cry came from him and his now demonic fans.

Now for part II in this plan: Run like hell.

I decided to make it a story rather than a one-shot. It might have a few hints of romance here and there, but what happens between Aidou and Fontana is strictly just ...friendship? It'd be one of those I hate you but tolerate you at the same time things...and competitive.

As to why she's an American...well, I was thinking of making my character an American because only an insane foreigner would pull off the stunts she will in the future (going by cultural differences here). She didn't necessarily had to be American, but I chose that one over anything else.

Please be patient with updates because I'll be absent for nearly two months. I'm departing for Italy (summer break, yay!) tomorrow afternoon! (hahaha I'm a foreigner! :P)

So...thank you for your previous reviews and I hope you enjoyed this chapter too!