"Is it even any use to check the stupid list, you already know that yo-"

A hand lifted, silencing the pink haired flower enthusiast, and it shook with anger. Silence, thick and growing, the class behind had ceased their murmuring when Aoi had entered, and Tsukimi scanned the list with growing dread. The top of the list... It wasn't Aoi. Kiriyama Aoi, the class prodigy, the student council prez, the prideful studying monster, was number two on the list. Tsukimi slowly rose up to stare at the number one spot, and a smile of fear broke out against her flushed face. Arashi Hayato. Who the hell was Arashi Hayato. Tsukimi turned slowly, a sheepish smile planted on her face,

"A-Aoi-chan... Uhm... It's alri-" But upon seeing her friend's reaction she froze up. The black-haired prodigy was staring straight ahead at the list, unseeing, and around her an aura of malice licked at the air. When Aoi turned to look back into the classroom a cry of fear broke out and almost every student was up and cowering, as if she were going to up and attack right then and there, but instead of doing that she walked gently to her seat in the front corner and settled down into it. 

Silence.

And then the rest of the class began to pile in, prepared for lunch break. Tsukimi had taken up the seat behind Aoi, who glared angrily out the window. Words came and went about the list, but one conversation seemed to catch her attention. Two boys seemed to be having a rather heated conversation about the list, as one had made it higher then the other, but their argument was quickly squashed when they noticed who was number one. And then the number one appeared. And Aoi once again broke into a cold glare, this time scanning Mr. Number one up and down as if he were a criminal. This boy, this Arashi Hayato, he took everything she had worked for in a singular day. And she knew him too, he came in late almost everyday, he jumped around school as if it were a playground, and had just transferred in this year. Arashi Hayato, Aoi watched him take a seat and then lost sight as he was swarmed by people, all spouting questions and giving praise. Tsukimi quickly pulled her attention from the crowd with a tap on the shoulder.

"Want me to beat him up for you? I'll teach him a lesson for being smarter then Aoi-chan!" Aoi made a visible showing of the pain she felt as the last words were uttered, and with a dark smile she shook her head,

"Bullying is no good, Tsukimi." She stated matter-o-factly, turning her attention back to the crowd. Seems as though Hayato was running to get a drink.

[i]'Huh, I'm pretty thirsty myself...'[/i] 

A frown met her lips as she stood and turned to Tsukimi, muttering that she was off to get a drink. They conversed about what drinks she should bring back, and then Aoi was off, running after the stupid silver-haired transfer student with questions spilling from her mouth like water.

Upon reaching the vending machines, another group surrounded the transfer student. Breath left her lungs in heavy gasps, running was never one of the prodigy's strong points, and with her sudden appearance some of the students in the crowd backed off. Many whispered,

"Look out, it's the Prez." While most just looked from her to the transfer student. After a moment of breath-catching and glare-giving, Aoi pushed through the crowd, arriving to stand just behind Arashi Hayato, and with a loud cough she caught his attention.

"Excuse me..." She began, voice high with withheld, prideful anger, "Arashi Hayato... Can we talk somewhere private?"