[h3]IKARI[/h3]

The blond was already packing his history book when a girl's voice resounded through his ears. He was expecting to leave as soon as possible, but it seems that problems won't leave him alone. Visible veins started poping out on Ikari's head, his mood immediately going from bad to worse. He started to clench his fists beneath his desk, drawing small droplets of blood. Now she didn't just leave him alone, but she even forgot how he looked like? Now that is cold, even against a unsociable person such as him. He wasn't getting all buddy-buddy with her anytime soon, that was for sure. A person who forgets you can't be really called a friend, much less a best friend.

[Color=blue]"Piss off"[/color] He snarled, trying to mask his anger with a rude attitude. [Color=blue]"I dunno who you are, and I'm not your goddamn neighbour. Leave me alone"[/color] Ikari finished with a last glare, crossing his arms atop his desk and planting his face on them, trying to not face her directly and to fool her into that he was already asleep. Misaki could be naive, but she wasn't dumb. One good look at his face would sell him out, and that's the last thing he wanted right now. If he acted like a douchebag then she would surely leave him alone, like everyone else does. [Color=blue]'Punching someone is easier than this. Go away damnit!'[/color]