What the hell?!? What was going on here?!? One moment he was in first period, mindlessly awaiting the bell, and the next it was second period? Now it was lunch time? Was time moving forward or something? Nevertheless, Tanaka proceeded throughout the day in a rather bored fashion. Just like last year. Honestly, it was the same thing. Same boring teachers, same usual routine, same stupid Daichi trying to pick a fight. Tanaka ignored the little scuffle between him and Maverick in the hallway, rolling his eyes at Daichi's weak threats.

[i]"Someone should cut his hands off. . .or at the very least turn his eyes into golf balls. But wait a minute, wouldn't they explode on contact? That'd be too messy. . .well, whatever. Now, somewhere peaceful with lots of quiet."[/i]

Having a home lunch almost all the time, it became daily ritual for Tanaka to find the most isolated places in the school. Places where he knew he wouldn't be disturbed, or at the very least no one would bother him. The roof? Nah, he had a feeling someone had already beaten him to it. It was the first day back after all. The library? No, he didn't want to risk getting food all over the books. Then it hit him.

What about the first year classes? No one from his grade or higher would think to find him there! Perfect! Racing downstairs, he chose a random classroom and proceeded to sit near the back corner. There weren't a lot of people here. Just a group of girls and some brown haired chic-wait a minute.

Tanaka looked up to get a clear view. Only to inwardly groan. Was fate against him today? Sitting right across from him was the same girl Daichi was beating up on earlier. Why now? Sighing, Tanaka chose to ignore her and eat his lunch, praying she wouldn't talk to him and force him to. . .interact.

He shuddered at that thought. He was more concerned over that than getting involved with the Daichi thing. Besides, if that were to happen, he could always turn the obnoxious boy's skull into a flower pot.