Kai was sat at the back of the classroom, able to see the incident without needing to turn around. He hadn't bene listening and had instead had his eyes on the sky outside the window. School held little interest to him, but it was better than being at home.
He heard snickering and turned his head in time to here that orange haired idiot asked to go to the bathroom and then leave at some speed. He'd clearly missed something, and his eyes moved side long to where Risu sat. Her own cheeks were scarlet and her eyes were on the desk.
He felt puzzled and looked for the source of her discomfort.
The teacher was asking for someone else to complete whatever it was they were reading, and then he understood.
That god damn....
Before, Kai wouldn't have given any concern to this sort of thing, but it was clear it was making Risu uncomfortable. He couldn't care less about the others girls, but Risu....
HE raised his hand and the teacher took that as him volunteering to take over.
"Thank you, Mr Humura," said the teacher.
Risu looked somewhat alarmed, but Risu said, "senpai," before looking at the text.
You'll enjoy this, senpai....
"And he stared onto her, eyes alight with passionate glow. "Olivia..." The man breathed, his naked form glistening in the hot desert heat. The woman looked at him with vicious horror and then disgust, slapping him across the face. The man looked puzzled, and then the woman said, "it's Oliver" in a clear male voice."
The rest of the class began to look puzzled and were checking the books for the words. The teacher seemed to know something was wrong, but as Kai was speaking as confidently as if it were the truth, seemed unable to stop him.
"I can't believe you, the man named Oliver said, his voice becoming angry and punching the first in the face."
Just then, the bell peeled and all the students began to stand, the teacher looking somewhat lost.
"Er... well.... thank you," he said, looking to Kai, who was already out the door, Risu just behind him. "Let's stick to the text next time..."

"Why did you do that?" Risu asked as they headed down the corridor toward the girls changing room.
"That man's a pig," said Kai without any feeling, "and I wanted to see what he'd do."
"I can't believe..." she began, but he waved his hand to dismiss her words.
"You need to stop letting people bother you," he said simply. "The man is a sad old man who probably is more into young boys than..."
"Kai!" she said with shock.
He shook his head, they were now at the changing rooms.
"Go get ready, I'll wait on the field."
She smiled, shaking her head which caused her dark hair to become loose.
"You don't have to," she said, before heading into the changing rooms.
He knew full well he didn't have to sit and watch her run, putting up with the boys who hung about to see girls in short-shorts and saying crude things. The last pair of boys who'd commented on Risu within his ear shot had landed in the nurses office.
It wasn't that he liked her, not like that, but he wanted her to be protected. He didn't understand why she liked to run, nor why she insisted on going every time to practice. He didn't like how she talked to other people.
Standing under a tree to protect himself, glared at a pair of girls who were stood talking to her as she and they lined up for the first race. They were stupid. and she didn't need them. And she was getting wet.
The whistle blew, and Risu and the other runners were off.

What a crappy day, something about rain just made Teiji restless for some reason. It always had that, shit is about to go down feeling to it. Oh well that never stopped Teiji in dodge-ball. And everyone knew damn well of that. With Teiji's entire team being out besides him with him facing three others who were way in the back. Standing right at the line he motioned for them. "Come on ladies, don't be scared. It will only hurt for three minutes if I hit the body. Ten if I hit the head. Forever if I get a nut shot. Then again, you don't need to be using that thing to ram into a girls v-" "Teiji!" His teacher cut him off with Teiji shrugging at him. "Hand me a ball and I will shut up." Was his demand in which was easily granted. Yet when he received one he grinned as he arced his right arm back before letting it fly at one of the males who screamed before being hit in the stomach and falling to the ground. What followed what a devilish grin from the male, as the ball rolled back toward him with him picking it back up but this time he tossed it in the air and kicked it which just made the males run right off the court shaking their heads in fear. "Oh come on, that would have been an awesome out!" He spoke out yet the other males just shook their heads as the hide behind the bleachers.

Scoffing Teiji shook his head as he left the PE room, the teacher was about to stop him but the students literally covered his mouth to prevent this."How about we let soulless go, he looked tired. Right guys?" One guy stated with everyone else shaking their head rapidly. The teacher sighed and simply continued the lesson while Teiji roamed the halls stretching his arms. "Pfft no one is any fun. Its just a simple game of dodge-ball." The bell would then ring throughout the building with everyone avoiding Teiji the Soulless monster and made their way to class. Teiji however just kept roaming. No care in the world. Besides the teachers were scared of him anyway.

Blah blah blah, class was boring, like ever.

Delilah leaned back in her chair, her head leaning back so that her view turned abstracted and upside down. She was ignoring her math teacher's lecture and simply sat with her body basically contorted in her chair. The young girl sighed and closed her eyes, her mind slowly dozing off elsewhere while class went on...

"Delilah..." A voice murmured. "DELILAH!" The voice said with a stern voice. A large smack came from the top of her desk as she had realized her teacher stood before her. He was obviously upset, but why should she care?
"Mnm?" The german murmured, her head lifting and returning to its normal position. "The hell do you want?"
"Are you even listening to the lecture?" He snarled.
"No, I don't care for pre-calculus. It's not like I'm gonna use it in the future, fuckface."
"Then why are you in this class!?" The teacher was fuming with rage, his face practically lit up with 50 shades of red.
"Oh, right!" Delilah rose from her seat, grabbed her bag, and gave the teacher an edgy middle finger, "I'm done."

With that said, she left the classroom, leaving the teacher in a blistering rage and the students in shock. Delilah strikes again... So edgy...

She huffed as she traversed through the school, her tapping feet filling the empty silence of the hallway. As she walked on, she had realized class would end soon, so in an act of wanting to be alone, she sauntered up the stairs to hang out on the roof.
"Ah fuck." Delilah grumbled as she saw the looming clouds that dripped droplets of water, as well as the other student. "Er... Yo, bro." She seemed to recognize the student, whom was one of the edgier teens as well.

Delilah sat on a dry-ish patch of ground and placed her bag on her lap. "You're what's his face... Kazuto, right?"

Aura hummed quietly as she sat in her classroom, watching and listening as the teacher spoke on History. She loved the topic, particularly military history, though her history classes were always non-satisfying. They only ever talked about stuff she already knew, so she didn't get to learn anything new. Then again, this had the positive side effect of ensuring that she never made bad grades, so that was nice. Then again, what good were the grades when all she had to do during class was sit and wait? She released a mental sigh as a voice filtered through her brain, the teacher announcing that their test would be tomorrow and walking out. She sighed lightly at this, as their next period after the break was math. She hated math, good at it though she may be, as she vastly preferred words and letters to numbers and equations.

However, for now they'd have a break between sections, which most students used to have some lunch. Usually, Aura just sat at her desk and read whatever book she happened to be reading at the time while she waited. Today, however, she figured she'd go visit one of her friends, Kazuto. He was an interesting boy, but the two had taken to each other not too long after her arrival. They were friends, though she was teased sometimes that she may like Kazuto. She'd brush it off every time, of course, since she only thought of him as a friend. Besides, she was much too shy to ever ask a boy out, especially a foreigner.

For now, she decided to see if Kazuto was in the lunch room, after all he may've needed some food today. She gingerly stood up from her seat and made her way from the classroom through the halls. The Cafeteria was easy to locate, and seemed as normal as every other day. She looked around and didn't see her friend, sadly, and so decided to get her own food and then move on to a secondary search location. She stepped up and bought a quick lunch before beginning to make her way through the school. Kazuto being who he was, there weren't all that many locations he could be hiding.

For now, she resolved to make her way to the roof and check for him there. As she walked through the halls, she casually ate a piece of spice bread that formed part of her lunch. She'd never understood Japanese Cuisine too much, it was so different from American food, and to be honest sometimes she missed having a home-made cheese burger or rack of ribs. However, she had to admit, she'd grown a bit of a soft-spot for Japanese Yakiniku. Her mouth watered slightly at the thought of the cuisine, but she shook her head to clear it and went back to eating her lunch. It seemed school lunches were disappointing no matter what, regardless of country barriers.

She sighed slightly at this thought before arriving at the top hallway, but watched as another student climbed up the stairs. Her name was Delilah, and she had a real reputation as a troublemaker. Did she really want to go up after her on the chance that Kazuto was up there? Though, if he was up there, and the other girl was going up as well, then it could only mean a few things. At one of the possible outcomes she blushed heavily, thinking to herself "What if it's a love confession?!?!" Staggered by this thought, she quietly followed after Delilah up the stairs, and gently poked her head around the corner of the stairwell so she could see them, thinking to herself "Let's see what's going on...."

The sound of footsteps dully alerted Kazuto to another presence upon the roof. Although muffled by the rain, he could still hear them, and in response, moved his eyes away from the rather...beautiful scene of the dusky sky, and rain falling, rather heavily, down upon the earth. His eyes immediately latched onto the form of a blonde-haired student walking out into the rain, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'aw yuff' before turning to him.

At the greeting, Kazuto nodded once, amber brown eyes returning to the rainy downpour. As expected, the girl sat down next to him, underneath the small over-hanging that was connected to the wall of the school. It was rather shady, breezy, and cool in the slightly damp area, which is why Kazuto enjoyed coming here whenever there was rain. While the rain itself bothered him, he couldn't deny that the smell and sight of it was a beautiful, calming sight to behold.

When the girl spoke once more, Kazuto turned his eyes back to the girl, an eyebrow raised as he rested his arm on his knee, and adjusted his slightly bulky backpack. "Yeah, Kazuto Momoichi, Year Three. You're..." He slowly cut himself off, eyebrows furrowing even more as he turned his head to the side to grit his teeth. He had seen her a lot this year.

She was rather known for making a lot of trouble, and even more known for her raw talent in boxing and beating up anyone that needed/wanted/didn't-need a beating...what was her name? Ah..."Stoneheart-san." He smirked victoriously on the inside, while on the outside, his scowl merely lifted slightly, regaining it's usual stoic, slight downturning of the lips.

"You-" He, once more, cut himself off as a small fluttering sound made it's way known. Interest piqued, Kazuto glanced down. A small flap of pink, heart-shaped paper was in between Stoneheart's leg and his leg, blocked out from outside world view. The feminine, scrawling, and slightly nervous letters were evident, even from the damp ground.

"You are wonderful, and I wanted to say that I'm in love with you. Your graceful form, your beautiful hair, and your wonderful cheek-bones. Please, love me back..." His voice had slowly grew more flustered as he talked, and Kazuto grimaced, his face blushing slightly as his eyes slowly wandered up to meet Stoneheart's. He would keep a straight face! He was more composed than this! He released tension with a silent, unnoticeable sigh.

Great...a damn love note from some unknown admirer.

He had been getting them quite a lot, from the same hand-writing, and often times he could see an odd, shy girl with fiery, spiky red hair and glasses watching him. It was probably her...what was her name...? Mind fart. Damn it. Wait...how in the Hell did she even-

"Hn...damn it." Kazuto tore his eyes away from Stoneheart, opting to lean back and clench his fist around the paper. He really felt bad for the girl...but honest thing was, with his parents away for a vacation for the next few months, he was too busy for a girlfriend. Kendo practice, martial-arts, he had a tournament to defend his title from a few other men...not to mention him getting a job at a nearby beach, as a life-guard. Life was too busy.

Unknown to him, from anyone watching, it would seem like he had just confessed his undying love to the girl sitting beside him.

The loud sound of a blow torch cutting through steel plates could be heard from the school's auto workshop. Despite how often he is warned, he always ends up finding himself here, even if he had another class to go to. Like this moment. Should be in Literature, but he skipped it, opting to help patch up an upperclassman's car. The sheer noise that filled

It was loud enough that Alex didn't even notice the bell going off until his classmate tapped him on the shoulder. "Ah, it's lunch? Well, I'll finish this later." With the parting remark, he left the garage, before making his way to his locker. Opening it, he locked at the textbooks that he left behind in there, before sighing. "Perhaps I should finish this..." Of course, even with those words, he just closed his locker after grabbing his lunch, and wander around the hallways, eating the granola bar held in his hand. Alright, it wasn't a great lunch, but as long as it filled him, he would accept whatever was in his fridge.

Finding himself heading towards the rooftops, he stopped walking as he spied someone standing at the top already. Recognizing who it was, the Russian quietly walked up, before tapping the girl on the shoulder.

"What are you peeping at Aura?"

Katia

The sound of the handouts being copied filled the room as Katia hit the print button on the photocopier. The smell on ink slowly wafting into the air from the machine as the young woman sat on a chair next to the machine waiting for it to finish it task. It was a dull task coping handout for the teacher but it beat doing math although for Katia watching paint dry was better than math. Why did it have to be a subject no matter how hard she tried could never quite grasp, although it probably didn’t help the teacher spoke to quickly for her at times. Even though Katia was quite good at Japanese it sometimes still took a moment for her to process things said to her. The joy of having it as a second langue, still she couldn’t complain given she had got a trip to Japan because of it even if was for her to study.

A yawn escaped Katia as she sat and watched the photocopier work away, she was happy to be helping her favourite teacher even if she couldn’t show it Katia was happy. The art teacher was always so nice and was always willing to spend extra time with Katia if she needed help with her art studies. So in return Katia tried to help the teacher whenever she needed, plus helping the teachers did have other benefits like missing classes every once in a while. Another perk was being able to do some more drawing while she waited, might as well given she had nothing better to do.

Pulling out her note book and well used mechanical pencil Katia filled to a blank page and started to draw, looking up every so often to check the photo copier. Only with 10 minutes of her drawing did she get absorbed into her work and stopped checking photo copier. It was only when the bell rang signalling the end of class did Katia look up seeing the photo copier had been done for little while and that the art teacher was sitting at the desk next to her looking over the handouts.
“Welcome to planet earth young lady, please enjoy your stay.” The art teacher said giggling at her joke before putting on a serious face. The art teacher then pretended to scold Katia like her math teacher would when he caught her slacking off. Earning what Katia considered to be her laugh. After that Katia was thanked and dismissed, being told to go get something to eat before she changed her mind told her math teacher.

The reaction to that empty threat surprised the art teacher greatly as the moment she finished speaking Katia packed up her note book and fled form the room. Free form aiding the teacher Katia decided to was time to find her friend Mio and have some fun with her.

Angelo was working hard in his free study period as he worked on his first video game. Angelo knew that since he had to do it by himself that it wasn't at the level that it could be but considering that Angelo has worked on it for almost all of his school years here that meant that it came up to a pretty decent game, it might not get him an award for best graphics but when it came to story Angelo was the master. As soon as the bell rang Angelo quickly finished up his work and burned it into a CD so he could keep working on it later, Angelo should be just called a code monkey considering how well he could handle computers but he was still a game designer at heart. Angelo got up and left the computer room as he left and went to the lunchroom to grab a quick snack before he did some last minute homework for his next class...

Ah, so she was right, his name was Kazuto. The young boy appeared to know her as well. She leaned back on the pavement, slowly nodding, yet raising a brow as she caught sight of a note in the corner of her eye. Delilah raised her head to stare at him and furrowed her eyebrows as he read it aloud. "The fuck?" Wow, this note was really... REALLY stupid. It was like those sappy love stories where the boy and girl would grow flustered, however it wasn't really getting to Delilah. Whoever wrote that note to Kazuto must really want to bury themselves deep into his loins.

"Hehe..." The young girl chuckled and placed a hand over her mouth, "Hahaha!" Her giggling soon turned into laughter. "Holy shit dude! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life! Wait, let me see!" Delilah snatched the paper from Kazuto's hands and took a double take. "OHOHOOO MY GOOOD! This is so mushy!" She crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it over her shoulder since he probably didn't need any use for it... Other than re-reading it to let his fantasies run wild. "Holy fuck, I think I popped a lung, man." The blonde girl clenched her sides and let in a sharp inhale before laughing again.

After a few more moments of her banter, she relaxed and wiped a tear from her face. "Haha... Oh man... You really think that's gonna win some affection over?" Of course, she was referring to the pathetic love note, but it could be misinterpreted in many ways. "What a joke. It was a nice attempt though."

She let out a small sigh. It took her awhile to calm down since that note was so funny to her, but in the end she managed to sit in silence.

Finally, she spoke up, "So stupid." Delilah brushed her long blonde hair onto her shoulder and closed her eyes.

Risu was soaked to the skin, the PE uniform stuck to her skin as she slowed, having crossed the line.
"Hit the showers girls," the coach called, wearing a mac and an umbrella and shaking his head. "We'll have to call it."
Those who had been hundled under umbrellas, still mostly wet, looked releaved, but those who were already soaked made a quick step to the shower block, for they needed to get dry quick.
Risu had waved to Kai-Chan, who hadn't responded, but she smiled to herself and followed her other competitors. She'd come 2nd, which she was pretty proud of, but not fast enough. She'd need to get Kai to time her again, get under 13 seconds.
Stripping off the wet clothing, which went into a plastic bag, the girls took out their shower bags and headed to the cubicles. It was an adolescent boys fantasy, all naked bodies and soap. Some girls' too, come to that. The girls were each separated only by short walls which left their heads completely exposed to each other. It was easy to see each other too.
"Risu," said one of the girls to her left. "Can I borrow your shampoo?"
Risu smiled and passed it along. There was always someone who hadn't brought something, but the girls were always happy to share.
"Jeez, I'm frozen through," said another girl further along. "At least the showers are heated."
"Tell me about it," said another.
Steam rose, making the locker room foggy, and Risu stepped out in her towel to allow another to take her place. She smelled of vanilla, her favorite body wash, and re-dressed herself, putting up her hair so it wouldn't wet her uniform.
"Risu," someone called, "see you at lunch?"
"Can't," she called back with a sweet smile.
"I don't know why you ask," said a girl who was dressing nearby. "You know who she's going to be with."
"I dont' know what you see in Humura," said the girl who'd asked about lunch.
Risu smiled sadly. No one could, but she told them over and over how sweet he really was.
Heading outside with her umbrella erect, she saw him but his back was to her. He seemed to be looking at something.
"Kai," she called softly, which seemed to shake him away. "You okay?"
He shrugged at her. "You finished early," he commented.
"Coach called it, due to rain," she said, smiling as he joined her. "Come on."
She took his arm with affection, for he didn't have an umbrella. He'd forgotten it that morning. Hers was a large fishing umbrella, which meant not only that she wouldn't get wet, but that he could fit beneath it. She saw him like a brother in most ways, so this didn't bother her and he didn't protest.
"Well I'm free for a bit," she said. "Library, or a walk?"
She smiled sweetly at him, not noticing the looks they were given or anything else.

As Aura watched, she couldn't believe what she was hearing! Kazuto, confessing his love to Delilah? It was exactly as she'd feared! The troublemaker had seduced him with her feminine wiles so that she could do all forms of bad stuff with him. Of course, this particular train of thought was derailed by her oh so vehement denial, which just inspired a different kind of anger. How dare she be so mean to Kazuto! What had he done to her...well other than a poorly placed confession of love. She'd show that girl soon, she'd show up at her doorstep one day to find a bullet hole in it!

Of course, then she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, followed by a familiar voice. It was Alex, another foreign student, though he was Russian unlike her. They'd become good friends after awhile over shared discussions of guns and other such things. It was odd, of course, but they'd become close. She'd even shown him her weapons at home, though she'd made sure to tell him to keep quiet about the hellfire kit. That kind of thing could get you thrown in prison for a very long time. She turned around and said quietly "Oh, hi Alex. I'm just watching Kazu get shot down by the school's resident bad girl. What are you doing up here?"

Beatrix

She sat in class like usual and sped through her Literacy work quite easily. Now doodling on her not pad and distracting the rest of the class with her obnoxiously loud music in her headphones. The teacher kept insisting she took them out but she played on her nationality and pretended she couldn't understand and just shrugged when the teacher kept talking to her. She was sure people were catching on but on one seemed to say anything. It got to the point the teacher just kicked her out of the class, but she didn't really care to much. The class was boring and she wanted to go sit in the rain anyway. She skipped down the all, bouncing and seemingly oblivious to anyone around her, because she accidentally slammed her shoulder into a guy walking in the hall. The only thing she noticed was his red hair as she continued on her way, walking backwards to shout out a soft apology as she made her way for the stairs.

At the guffawing the female had done, Kazuto couldn't help the small smirk that formed on his face, the slightly taller male leaning back and resting the back of his head against the cool, damp wall. "She tried, and I can respect that." He said simply, subtly grabbing the paper as it flew through the air, and pocketing it. If the girl saw the note, crumpled up and wet on the rooftop...he would never do that to a female. Hell, he would marry her just to make her feel better. Well...maybe not go that far, but he shuddered to think about what he would do to make it up to her. It would get a proper burial, at the dumpster, near his home later on. That reminded him...he still needed to call his sisters. Rei and Tsuki...they would probably be exasperated with his call, since he had just left home a few hours ago. Heh...maybe he'd leave them alone today.

The comfortable silence between the two - simply watching the rain fall - was broken when Kazuto heard the quiet sound of voices. Peachy eyebrow rising, the teenager scowled, straightening up and glancing towards the staircase curiously, catching the strand of chestnut brown hair. There was another voice too, but they were both too quiet to be deciphered. Let it be known that Kazuto did not, in fact, enjoy people eavesdropping on a potentially embarrassing conversation. "Excuse me..." He muttered to Stoneheart.

Standing, he rested his hands in his pockets, moving past the 'delinquent' blondie, and walking right up to the staircase entrance. Glancing down, the orange-haired teenager smirked once he caught sight of Aura, talking to another black-haired boy that he totally didn't know the name or face of.

"Yo, Aura. What are you doing?" Taking one hand out of his pocket, Kazuto softly poked the girl on the back of the head with a calloused finger. Normally, he talked to every student with their last name, and a respectful honorific, but for now, he rolled with the use of the more personal first-name. Nice to mix it up sometimes, after all. Glancing down at the other boy he gave him an acknowledging nod, before returning his gaze to Lockheart.

Miki was on her knees working hard on wrapping wire around the base of a Banzi tree that sat among the others in her horticulture art project. She loved working in the green houses at the school because they reminded her of the ones on her family's estate on Kyushu and her friend Mr. Nakamura.

Miki loved Mr, Nakamura her family gardener because of all the wonder stories the old man would tell her about his and her family. The old man was also a wealth of folk tales, myth and legends which Miki had been transcribing into journals because she used them to create Manga which she sold the printing rights to a small magazine company owned by one of her cousins.

It wasn't for the money that she drew and wrote her manga, no she did it for it's own sake. If Miki cared about money it was that her parent's disregard of the cost of things and how she might be infected by it.

Her birthday had been a prime example because they'd each gone so far overboard. Her father had asked her what she'd like as a birthday present an Miki had said a small sailboat and he'd bought her a 12 meter trimaran that was so easy to sail that it took the fun out of sailing. Her mom not to be outdone by her father had upped the ante buying her a Mercedes AMG, Miki would have been happier if they'd have bought her a little day sailor and a sewing machine.

Giggling she stands an hums an anime tune by Yoko Kano to herself as she goes to the equipment shed and puts away her tools and supplies. Then into her serene world crashes that dammed bell causing her to drop her keys. "Gods!" She hated school bells for their often rude intrusion on her world and also how they reminded her of the bells used to train animals into submissive roles.

Well she was no one's trained rat, no if she were going to be any type of rat she'd be a stainless steel rat she thought with a smile remembering a used book she'd bought in a little shop on Okinowa. The book was english and she'd bought it to learn to read english then fell in love with it's humor and concept.

With that happy thought Miki decided she would have lunch as she removed her long hair from it's protective silk bag and scarf.. Then tucking the silk into her purse Miki skipped playfully out the door moving towards her locker to pick up her Bento.

Kaito

The repetitious sound of a Bokken being swung could be heard echoing throughout the empty club room. Kaito was practicing his normal swing as per usual, and he was also slowly getting used to the rather eccentric vibe of the school which was filled with alot of amusing people. "This school is really filled with amusing people, huh, atleast I won't get bored." he though to himself with a smirk. Continuing his routine, he wiped the sweat going down his forehead and decided to take a short break.

Kaito, while drinking some water, wanted to ask Kazuto, the captain of the Kendo club, for a sparring lesson. One of the few people who could best Kaito in a sparring match was him. After a drink of water, still in his Kendo equipment, decided to look for Kazuto.
Sliding the door open, he notices a red head with a sour face skulking about, "He's in another sour mood, hmm." Kaito thinks to himself, then a petite Russian girl suddenly bumps into him with a very low and a rather nonchalant apology. Seeing this situation unfold, Kaito couldn't help but laugh, but quickly covering his mouth.

@Oblivion666
As the bell rang Anselma started to pack her stuff up, putting her notebook and a few papers in her bag. She got up and ran to catch up with her group of guy friends. They had there usual chat about sports, games, and the latest anime show that they watched.

As they walk she notice a red headed guy walking the hall. He was pretty scary, but she always looking on the positive side, and thought he might be nice.

She turned to one of her friends and asked "who's that?"

He responded "that's the soulless monster."

"Funny. What's his name?"

"Teiji Arita, you should stay away from him though."

"I think all introduce myself to him."

"WHHAAAT" the entire group yelled.
"You can't do that you'll get killed!"
"Yea, wha part of soulless monster didn't you get?"

"Women up, I'm going to talked to him and you can't stop me."

She tried taking a step forward but found herself unable to move thanks to her friends holding her down. She continued to struggle, trying to get loose, but they had a tight grip on her.

"Let go!"

"Like hell!"
"This is for your own good."
"Were stopping you from killing yourself"

"Let go or ill scream rape!"

Her friends instantly let go after she finished that sentence. The continued to mumble in protest but there wasn't much they could do since they were guys. She turned her head back at the sticking her tongue out, and walked towards Teiji. She walked slowly and started to mumble in german but caught herself and stopped. She looked up and she didn't realize how close she was to him. He turned his head toward her and she leaped back and looked at the ground.

"Um, hi I'm Anselma Godebert, a um transfer student from Germany, and, and you are?" She said nervously, her body slightly backing away bracing for a answer.
(Srry on tablet forgot to color font, ill do it next time.)

Aura eeped suddenly at the sound of Kazuto greeting and poking her. She turned around and replied "Not much, Kazu-kun." She'd grown to use Japanese honorifics as a matter of necessity, though she still preferred the American, informal way of speaking. "I just wanted to come talk to you over lunch, which I was smart enough to buy early, and found you confessing your love to one of the biggest delinquents in school." She tried to hide the slight disapproval in her tone, and mostly succeeded given how practiced she was at schooling her tone. Of course, she wasn't sure how she felt about him deciding to confess to her in the first place, and the other girl's sound rejection meant that it couldn't have been some long thing that he'd been meaning to say for awhile that they both knew of. No, this was a spur of the moment decision most likely, perhaps him acting on some passion carried over from when they were children? Oh, the results were positively endless!

"Welp, see you around, Kazuto-kun."

Delilah stood onto her feet and grabbed her bag. She supposed it was time to leave as well, sitting under shelter while the rain poured was fun and all, but the girl had better things to do. She followed behind Kazuto, her eyes catching sight of the eavesdroppers as they stood in front of the door that lead onto the roof. "Yo." Delilah held up a peace-sign to them before walking past them and heading back down into the school hallways.

Hmm... What to do? There were so many options such as; Beating someone up, violently beating someone up, eating, beating someone up with a fellow student, trying to study but instead getting so mad she beats someone up, beating someone up while trying to study.

"So much to do, such little time..." Delilah stopped in the middle of the hallway to set her bag down and pull out a pen. In very hastily scribbled letters on the palm of her hand, it read things she was supposed to do today, which wasn't much other than the things stated earlier. Using the pen, the blonde girl scribbled it all out, shrugging lightly as she capped the pen and continued down the hallway.

Angelo soon grabbed a sandwich and went up to the roof, his own little escape from his over worked lifestyle. Angelo was proud of himself knowing he finished his first game design but just because it was finished doesn't mean Angelo was done yet, he had to find a gaming company that would buy it from him and give him the profits. All that could be done later though Angelo knew he had to relax or he would burn out so right now Angelo just ate his sandwich and looked at the clouds going by wishing he could fly up their as he day dreamed...