Fan Fiction ❯ Accidental Love ❯ Bad First Day ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

I'm a normal student at Kawasaki High. I do my work, I get good grades, and I clean up the classroom when told so. I was expected to go far in this world but what wasn't expected was my transfer to Tanaka High, not a bad school, but one I probably wouldn't be caught dead in.

For one, it's an all boys school (yippee. . .). Two, I've seen their soccer team (and I'm scared ><). But alas, all my efforts to stay (extra credit, food for the teacher), I was transferred and my first day wasn't really one of my better days.

I had woken up with one side of my hair plastered to the side of my face, which is a hassle unless I gel it, so I did. As soon as I had found the perfect style for my hair (parted down the middle and compacted to my head), I tripped. While falling down the stairs, my hair bunched up everywhere which in turn looked spiky (like a j-rockers). I checked the clock from under my arm and noticed I was too late to be mad at my hair and left if the way it was. I jumped up and grabbed a piece of toast and my jacket, yelling a quick goodbye to my cat that I took with me from my home (I got to live alone!), and ran out the door.

My jacket was hanging off me when I reached the public bus (barely catching it), which bothered me to no avail, but as I stood on the bus, I had no room to button my jacket to complete my blue school outfit. So I stood, holding onto the pole, watching cars and people through the window, in my blue jacket, open to reveal my black shirt, and my matching blue pants (which hung over my shoes instead of folded up to my ankles like I liked them).

Think that's not bad? Well don't judge just yet, there's more…

Arriving at school was a little okay, but I had to run to the gates before they closed (automatic). I was out of air by the time I reached the classroom and I gave myself false hope of sitting. I still had to stand in front of the classroom and introduce myself (great. . .).

“Yamada-san!” The teacher's voice floated out of the classroom and into my ears. My brain now in student drive. I walked into the quiet classroom and smiled to the teacher before I stood in front of everyone. I raised my hand weakly to wave at them but the angry faces and heavy glares were making me nervous so I tried smiling but then I heard someone crack a knuckle so I quickly said, “Konnichiwa, watashi wa Ichi.” before bowing and taking my seat in the back of the class.

I felt a few eyes on me as I walked past people but the only ones that stood out were mine when I saw my reflection through the window as I sat in my seat, my chin resting on my hand.

I looked like my older brother, Hiji. He didn't go to school anymore though. He's nearly thirty and has a job and lives on his own. But I can remember him leaving the house in his weird tight tank tops and jeans with holes everywhere with his friends. He was very good looking so it was no surprise when girls would come up to meet him and talk about his hair. But never once has he ever had a girlfriend. He always hung out with his buds so I guess there was no time for girls.

I sighed. Guess that goes for me as well. No girls for me, especially in an all boys school, damn it…

It was a while before lunch but even by then I hadn't fixed my outfit. What was the point of looking good (my way) if there weren't any girls? I sighed heavily once again and I sat (again) at my window in the back of the classroom. My crappy lunch was making my stomach grumbling in the most unsettling way and my hair was bothering me.

But that was the least to happen to me at lunch. Near the middle of it when students were just finishing, I caught a couple shadows and I turned to face some angry faces. “Um hi fellas.” I said (that was all that came to mind). I threw in a friendly smile but one of them stepped forward. I backed up, hitting my desk as one spoke.

“New kid huh? What's your story? Bad family? Ruined too many lives back where you lived?”

My hair started to stand on end. I felt someone watching me, but I thought of it just being the guys in front of me. “Um, a transfer because there were too many dumb kids at my school.” I tried to joke.

It didn't work. “So you're here to help all of us be smart right? What, we too dumb for you?” Another said snidely.

I started to panic as more boys (five total) cornered me, sneering and cracking their knuckles. More were agreeing and just rewording what one had said. “No I-“

“Hey! Leave the little guy alone.” A voice boomed. The room quieted (much to my dismay) and a person busted through the crowd. It was a boy, probably two years older with the way he dressed (which surprised me because this classroom was of a younger class). “I said, beat it guys.” He said again and the guys left. They retreated to the other corner of the small classroom.

The guy smiled, a silent pat on his back. But he turned to me, surprisingly, and smile at me! I almost jumped when he walked to me but I remembered that I was a boy, not some squealing girl. Girls, how I missed them so.

“Sorry `bout them, they think their so tough but when a bigger guy challenges them, they run with their tails between their legs.” He chuckled. He had a nice laugh. Wait, ew.

“Yeah, I guess.” I remarked (genius . . .). “But it's alright; I would have been able to take care of myself.” I said, trying to stand an older way. No luck. I tripped on my pants (that still hung low over my shoes) and flew forward, only to be caught in the arms of my hero . . .

“Ah! I'm sorry!” I yelled as I jumped up. Too bad I didn't get as far as I wanted. My savior still had me in his arms. A slight blush came over my face as I ran my eyes over his face. This dude was diffidently older than us. He had short black hair was a small pony tail in the back. He had a small beard that was combed back on his chin, giving him a refined business look, and his ears were pierced His eye were of a deep blue (which is uncommon in Japan) and for a moment, I felt like I was drowning in them.

But by this time, my blush had worsened. I had to get away from him, fast. “Um . . . could you let me go?” I asked, struggling to get away. Damn he had a strong grip!

“Well, I saved you. I deserve a prize.” What the hell!? Was he one of those perverts that liked to mess with little boys? Ah! He's too close! “I think making dinner would be involved. A meal for your hero.” He smirked.

Ew! Gross! “Um . . .o-ok then.” I agreed and wrote down my address. He was to come over tonight . . . damn and I was planning on catching that new American show on the T.V.