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this is actually a fanfic that i've wrOte last year th0ugh i haven't had enOugh time t0 work sO I only finished chapter 1. th0ugh i am planning to finish it here. :>
LOv3 M3 F0r WhO I @mHer life was suppose to be perfect. His life was suppose to be meaningful. Both lives were suppose to be entertwined with each other. Both lives went wrong at high school.
She was always there. He knew it.
He'd see her during break, in his classes, after school. He'd see her when she went to the mall, when she went to the beach. Every single time they went to school. Every single time he looked out his window, she was there, in her room, in the house across the street. Every single day he saw her.
Alone.
Did it bother him? Not really. It just seemed that as soon as you got to high school, people always had that tendency to leave you, y'know?
He was no exception.
It was like some unwritten law. You'd pinky swear that no one was going to change and that by the end of your high school career that everyone and everything would be okay. Best friends forever and all that nonsense right? At the end of the day you'd walk away from them with a happy wave and a "See you tomorrow!"
And you'd ignore the b*tchy voice of fate saying, "Yeah f*cking right."
Eventually, you were screwed because by the end of the freshman year, one would turn around and who was there?
Nobody, that's who. Nobody wasn't fun company.
It downright sucked because one would walk the hallways, and for a brief second, you'd catch the eye of a former friend. Thoughts about everything you used to know about them would rush to your brain, and you'd turn your head away in shame. They'd do the same, and fake laugh at something a companion said.
Both will walk away, continuing down the hall, and think, "What a jerk, they promise they'd never change."
You'll wonder where did we go wrong?
That's how high school went. You couldn't question it. You couldn't change it to your liking. You changed for high school's liking. No longer was it a group of kids who hung out together doing things that were silly fun.
Nope.
Everyone broke off into little categories and influences were shoved down their throats until they were no longer the person you made that pinky promise with.
Then, you'd hear the rumors going around high school about that person, that former friend; you'd gape in horror and respond with a "That w*ore" or "What an a**hole". You can hear that little voice, the former you screaming because you've just disrespected the one person you used to respect more than anyone else.
You'd realize then that you have too fallen into the same fate as all the rest. In the end, you always got a new best friend, or that kid you never talked to. But they've been in the same class with you since practically kindergarten, and he or she would end up your best friend. It was just weird, but you moved on.
You didn't care about your former friends, and they didn't care either.
It was high school.
However, he was okay with it. At the moment, he had all he needed. It was just annoying. She was always there, reminding him of all the times he spent with her. They'd never forgotten each other, but they didn't remember each other enough to greet each other.
It'd been that way since the start of freshman year, and now they were seniors. Starting all over again. Making pinky promises, and letting their future kids have play dates together, or moving in together, and going to the same schools.
It was déjà vu, and it was irritating.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Needless to say, she was bored.
Drop. Dead. Bored.
Hm, maybe she could go run in front of a traveling caravan and--
SPLAT!
There'd she go - literally drop dead and smashed flat on the pavement--
I thought I said I wouldn't think suicidal thoughts anymore, the girl mused. Maybe Shika was right, I do need lessons on staying optimistic...
The girl sighed. She looked a bit unusual in the class of blondes and brunettes, even some red-heads here and there. Her hair was black and went down to her mid-back, and her eyes were sapphire in color.
She glared at the clock.
Hurry up and make class end! she yelled at the clock inwardlySeriously, are the Gods and Goddesses trying to kill me? Suddenly, she heard a voice in her head that definitely was not hers.
Well, you did want to die, the voice mused.
The girl's eye twitched. "Shut the f*ck up," she muttered, unknowingly, outloud.
SNAP!
"Care to repeat that again, Ms. Radevoir?" The teacher, a strict man in his fourtie with grayish-white hair and black eyes, glared at the girl. He dropped the snapped pieces of chalk into the trash can as he tapped his foot impatiently. "Well, Ms. Radevoir?"
The girl paled, and inwardly cursed some very colorful words at the voice.
"Er... I said... shut the door? Cuz... I'm cold! Brrr...." The girl made a pitiful imitation of shivering; the teacher not at all buying it.
"I'll be watching you, Ms. Radevoir," the teacher said, and the girl made a face.
"Ew... pedo much?"
The teacher turned back with a horrified expression that clearly said, "I've been caught!" This made the entire class burst into laughter, including the girl who said the statement.
"Ms. Radevoir..." the teacher growled, clearly trying to contain his anger.
The girl stopped laughing at that moment.
...I'm screwed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The girl was standing outside of the principal's office, a bucket of water on her head as punishment. She was pouting at what occured. It was only a harmless little joke...
...?
Okay, so maybe it wasn't harmless now that her teacher, Mr. Trevper, was going to be known as 'pedo' for the rest of the year.
Unknown to the principal and the teacher inside the school office, the girl was having a conversation with the voice from before, which she dubbed as her 'inner conscience.'
I can't believe you just gave Mr. Trevper the nickname for the year! the voice screamed.
The girl huffed inwardly.
Well excuse me, Miss-Know-It-All, she thought angrily. It's his fault for pissing me off when I'm clearly in my suicidal mood. Why the heck am I fighting with myself again?
Hey, it's not my fault I appeared, her inner defended. I'm just your thoughts. And it's definitely not my fault that I developed a personality of my own.
The girl growled. That is your fault! The girl could suddenly see her inner blinking at the sudden thought. Then, in her head, laughter suddenly started. Not her laughter, but her inner's.
Oh, right... Her inner giggled again. Anyways, you're lucky that you're good at balancing things on your head or that bucket of water would've spilled on you a long time ago.
The girl grinned.
Just another one of the wacky things I practice in my spare time, she thought.
"Ms. Radevoir, you may come in now," the secretary for their school said, and the girl nodded. Surprisingly, the bucket did not fall, and she walked inside the office; bucket still on her head.
"Take a seat, Ms. Radevoir," the principal said. "Er... Mrs. Inouye, please relieve Nina of the bucket..."
The secretary nodded, and she quickly fetched the bucket of water off her head and leaving.
The girl, Nina, leaned back in the chair, and swung up her leg, and crossed it over her other leg. "What's up, Syuusuke?" she asked, and the principal's eye twitched.
"Nina, I told you not to call me by my first name," the principal muttered.
Nina grinned. "Aww... Mr. Yukito doesn't like it when I use your first name?" Nina asked.
The principal nodded.
She stuck out her tongue. "Well, too bad for you!"
The principal sighed. "Nina, you do realize you just insulted your English teacher, right?" he asked.
Nina nodded, her nonchalant self coming out. "Yup," she said. "Know that, done that, don't care."
The principal sighed again. "Nina, I know that you're ticked off that Zach ditched you in freshman year but -"
Nina's eyes flared. Suddenly, she stood up and slammed her hands on the desk. "Don't even mention that b*stard's name," she growled.
The principale gently touched her arm, and she jerked away.
"You're still hurt from it, I know,' he said. "But you have to learn how to get over it and move on."
Nina looked away, sadness, pain, rejection, and hurt filling her eyes.
"...But what if I don't want to move on...? What do I do then?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Nina!"
The black-haired girl turned to her red-headed friend, whose eyes were golden unlike many.
"Girl, I just heard you gave Mr. Trevper the nickname for the year!"
Nina giggled. "What, pedo?" she asked. "That was nothing. I could've called him something else."
The girl's eye twinkled at the mere thought.
"Ooh, tell me!" she shouted, jumping up and down like a impatient little girl.
Nina giggled again. "Calm down, Shika!" she yelled. "I'll tell you..."
"What is it?" the red-headed asked, almost dying from the suspense.
"Did you know that when you rearrange Mr. Trevper's last name, it spells 'pervert'?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nina smiled as she finally accomplished her revenge. Following only the day after her detention, Mr. Trevper was now known as 'pervet' and 'pedo' for the rest of the year, thanks to a message posted anoymanously on the bulletin board.
"Heya, Mr. Pervert!" a random boy yelled as he walked into English class, and the whole entire class burst into laughter. It was only two days after that did the school learn the man retired early from teaching.
"Serves that b*stard right!" Nina yelled. and the class cheered. She high-fived a random girl, and leaned back in her seat. "Ah... life is good right now," she muttered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Life sucks right now," a boy muttered as he leaned back in his seat. His dark chocolate hair fell over his emerald eyes, and his usual charming grin was set in a frown.
"Cheer up, Zach," a boy said. He was a blondie and had ruby red eyes. "It can't be that horrible."
The boy, Zach, growled. "You have no clue what I'm talking about, don't you?" he asked, and the boy grinned.
"Guiltly as charged!" he said as he leaned back in his seat.
"It's Radevoir, Kev," Zach said. "She managed to humiliate Mr. Trevper before me."
Kevin shot up. "No way. You knew his last name spelt pervert?"
Zach nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me!?"
He shrugged. "Cuz I didn't feel like it."
Kevin groaned. "Dude, you are the worst best friend in the history of worst best friends."
Zach quirked an eyebrow.
"You are the best!"
That made absolutely no sense, Zach thought.
Zachary Aster, number one player in the school and heartthrob. Captain of the basketball team, taking their team to the championships, and winning against Darkon Academy and Sain City Academy, he was considered the King.
As such, he expected to be treated as one.
Then, there was Kevin West, Zach's best friend. Blond hair and ruby eyes that both complimented his skin tone, pale with a bit of tan, he was co-captain in the football team. If there were ranks in the school, he'd be considered third.
Second place went to Zach's girlfriend, Keila Tsukiya.
The bell rang, and the door opened. Students filed in, and Zach saw a familiar head with black hair. He turned away, and started a conversation with Kevin as Nina passed by his desk.
"Hey, don't you think girls with black hair look weird?" Zach asked Kevin, and he nodded.
"Seriously, who has black hair in Flarine? Maybe in Saint Morning, but not here," Kevin said.
Nina sighed inwardly, ignoring the comment she knew Zach delivered to her.
Some best friend he is, the voice in her head said, and she agreed.
Nina put on a smile as she neared her desk, where a brunette with silver eyes was sitting. "Hey there, Natsumi," she greeted.
Natsumi Gerani was the closest friend she had, knowing her since the end of middle school year. They became close friends in freshman year after the incident. Natsumi was also above average in popularity status because she was a cheerleader.
"Hey Nina," Natsumi greeted. "Ew, like, I can't believe Mr. Trevper's last name actually spells pervert!"
Nina giggled. "Well, y'know... that teacher did freak me out anyways," she said.
Natsumi nodded, and looked in the window besides her.
"Do I look okay?" Natsumi whispered, and Nina nodded, smiling.
"You look fine, don't worry," Nina assured her.
Natsumi nodded, smiling. "That's good. Like, I mean, I need to look good," she said, and ran her hand through her hair.
Nina took her seat besides her friend, smiling. But inside...
I miss the old Natsumi, Nina thought. She looked at her friend's clothing. A black tank top, knee-length jeans, and high heels. Her face also sported make-up.
Compared to her, Nina would have looked like a boy if she wore a hat over her hair. She was as flat as a board and had no curves at all, despite being in her senior year. She wore a simple green shirt with a black short-sleeved jacket over it, baggy jeans and black sneakers with green laces.
The old Natsumi would've killed herself before she wore make-up, Nina thought sadly.
She also would've chose baggy jeans, a shirt, a jacket, and sneakers any day over those too, the voice in her head told her, and Nina sighed.
Natsumi glanced at her friend in worry.
"Are you alright?" she asked, and Nina blinked.
"Oh, yeah, I'm alright," she said. "Just a bit tired."
Natsumi giggled. "You should get more sleep then," she said.
Nina smiled. "I will," she said, and looked in front once the bell rang. Class went on as normal, with Nina completely ignoring Zach.... which was a amazing feat considering the fact he sat right in front of her.
After school, it was suppose to be like any other day. That is, until someone showed up and totally, completely, ruined her day.
"Yo, Blacky."
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She was always there. He knew it.
He'd see her during break, in his classes, after school. He'd see her when she went to the mall, when she went to the beach. Every single time they went to school. Every single time he looked out his window, she was there, in her room, in the house across the street. Every single day he saw her.
Alone.
Did it bother him? Not really. It just seemed that as soon as you got to high school, people always had that tendency to leave you, y'know?
He was no exception.
It was like some unwritten law. You'd pinky swear that no one was going to change and that by the end of your high school career that everyone and everything would be okay. Best friends forever and all that nonsense right? At the end of the day you'd walk away from them with a happy wave and a "See you tomorrow!"
And you'd ignore the b*tchy voice of fate saying, "Yeah f*cking right."
Eventually, you were screwed because by the end of the freshman year, one would turn around and who was there?
Nobody, that's who. Nobody wasn't fun company.
It downright sucked because one would walk the hallways, and for a brief second, you'd catch the eye of a former friend. Thoughts about everything you used to know about them would rush to your brain, and you'd turn your head away in shame. They'd do the same, and fake laugh at something a companion said.
Both will walk away, continuing down the hall, and think, "What a jerk, they promise they'd never change."
You'll wonder where did we go wrong?
That's how high school went. You couldn't question it. You couldn't change it to your liking. You changed for high school's liking. No longer was it a group of kids who hung out together doing things that were silly fun.
Nope.
Everyone broke off into little categories and influences were shoved down their throats until they were no longer the person you made that pinky promise with.
Then, you'd hear the rumors going around high school about that person, that former friend; you'd gape in horror and respond with a "That w*ore" or "What an a**hole". You can hear that little voice, the former you screaming because you've just disrespected the one person you used to respect more than anyone else.
You'd realize then that you have too fallen into the same fate as all the rest. In the end, you always got a new best friend, or that kid you never talked to. But they've been in the same class with you since practically kindergarten, and he or she would end up your best friend. It was just weird, but you moved on.
You didn't care about your former friends, and they didn't care either.
It was high school.
However, he was okay with it. At the moment, he had all he needed. It was just annoying. She was always there, reminding him of all the times he spent with her. They'd never forgotten each other, but they didn't remember each other enough to greet each other.
It'd been that way since the start of freshman year, and now they were seniors. Starting all over again. Making pinky promises, and letting their future kids have play dates together, or moving in together, and going to the same schools.
It was déjà vu, and it was irritating.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Needless to say, she was bored.
Drop. Dead. Bored.
Hm, maybe she could go run in front of a traveling caravan and--
SPLAT!
There'd she go - literally drop dead and smashed flat on the pavement--
I thought I said I wouldn't think suicidal thoughts anymore, the girl mused. Maybe Shika was right, I do need lessons on staying optimistic...
The girl sighed. She looked a bit unusual in the class of blondes and brunettes, even some red-heads here and there. Her hair was black and went down to her mid-back, and her eyes were sapphire in color.
She glared at the clock.
Hurry up and make class end! she yelled at the clock inwardlySeriously, are the Gods and Goddesses trying to kill me? Suddenly, she heard a voice in her head that definitely was not hers.
Well, you did want to die, the voice mused.
The girl's eye twitched. "Shut the f*ck up," she muttered, unknowingly, outloud.
SNAP!
"Care to repeat that again, Ms. Radevoir?" The teacher, a strict man in his fourtie with grayish-white hair and black eyes, glared at the girl. He dropped the snapped pieces of chalk into the trash can as he tapped his foot impatiently. "Well, Ms. Radevoir?"
The girl paled, and inwardly cursed some very colorful words at the voice.
"Er... I said... shut the door? Cuz... I'm cold! Brrr...." The girl made a pitiful imitation of shivering; the teacher not at all buying it.
"I'll be watching you, Ms. Radevoir," the teacher said, and the girl made a face.
"Ew... pedo much?"
The teacher turned back with a horrified expression that clearly said, "I've been caught!" This made the entire class burst into laughter, including the girl who said the statement.
"Ms. Radevoir..." the teacher growled, clearly trying to contain his anger.
The girl stopped laughing at that moment.
...I'm screwed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The girl was standing outside of the principal's office, a bucket of water on her head as punishment. She was pouting at what occured. It was only a harmless little joke...
...?
Okay, so maybe it wasn't harmless now that her teacher, Mr. Trevper, was going to be known as 'pedo' for the rest of the year.
Unknown to the principal and the teacher inside the school office, the girl was having a conversation with the voice from before, which she dubbed as her 'inner conscience.'
I can't believe you just gave Mr. Trevper the nickname for the year! the voice screamed.
The girl huffed inwardly.
Well excuse me, Miss-Know-It-All, she thought angrily. It's his fault for pissing me off when I'm clearly in my suicidal mood. Why the heck am I fighting with myself again?
Hey, it's not my fault I appeared, her inner defended. I'm just your thoughts. And it's definitely not my fault that I developed a personality of my own.
The girl growled. That is your fault! The girl could suddenly see her inner blinking at the sudden thought. Then, in her head, laughter suddenly started. Not her laughter, but her inner's.
Oh, right... Her inner giggled again. Anyways, you're lucky that you're good at balancing things on your head or that bucket of water would've spilled on you a long time ago.
The girl grinned.
Just another one of the wacky things I practice in my spare time, she thought.
"Ms. Radevoir, you may come in now," the secretary for their school said, and the girl nodded. Surprisingly, the bucket did not fall, and she walked inside the office; bucket still on her head.
"Take a seat, Ms. Radevoir," the principal said. "Er... Mrs. Inouye, please relieve Nina of the bucket..."
The secretary nodded, and she quickly fetched the bucket of water off her head and leaving.
The girl, Nina, leaned back in the chair, and swung up her leg, and crossed it over her other leg. "What's up, Syuusuke?" she asked, and the principal's eye twitched.
"Nina, I told you not to call me by my first name," the principal muttered.
Nina grinned. "Aww... Mr. Yukito doesn't like it when I use your first name?" Nina asked.
The principal nodded.
She stuck out her tongue. "Well, too bad for you!"
The principal sighed. "Nina, you do realize you just insulted your English teacher, right?" he asked.
Nina nodded, her nonchalant self coming out. "Yup," she said. "Know that, done that, don't care."
The principal sighed again. "Nina, I know that you're ticked off that Zach ditched you in freshman year but -"
Nina's eyes flared. Suddenly, she stood up and slammed her hands on the desk. "Don't even mention that b*stard's name," she growled.
The principale gently touched her arm, and she jerked away.
"You're still hurt from it, I know,' he said. "But you have to learn how to get over it and move on."
Nina looked away, sadness, pain, rejection, and hurt filling her eyes.
"...But what if I don't want to move on...? What do I do then?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey, Nina!"
The black-haired girl turned to her red-headed friend, whose eyes were golden unlike many.
"Girl, I just heard you gave Mr. Trevper the nickname for the year!"
Nina giggled. "What, pedo?" she asked. "That was nothing. I could've called him something else."
The girl's eye twinkled at the mere thought.
"Ooh, tell me!" she shouted, jumping up and down like a impatient little girl.
Nina giggled again. "Calm down, Shika!" she yelled. "I'll tell you..."
"What is it?" the red-headed asked, almost dying from the suspense.
"Did you know that when you rearrange Mr. Trevper's last name, it spells 'pervert'?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nina smiled as she finally accomplished her revenge. Following only the day after her detention, Mr. Trevper was now known as 'pervet' and 'pedo' for the rest of the year, thanks to a message posted anoymanously on the bulletin board.
"Heya, Mr. Pervert!" a random boy yelled as he walked into English class, and the whole entire class burst into laughter. It was only two days after that did the school learn the man retired early from teaching.
"Serves that b*stard right!" Nina yelled. and the class cheered. She high-fived a random girl, and leaned back in her seat. "Ah... life is good right now," she muttered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Life sucks right now," a boy muttered as he leaned back in his seat. His dark chocolate hair fell over his emerald eyes, and his usual charming grin was set in a frown.
"Cheer up, Zach," a boy said. He was a blondie and had ruby red eyes. "It can't be that horrible."
The boy, Zach, growled. "You have no clue what I'm talking about, don't you?" he asked, and the boy grinned.
"Guiltly as charged!" he said as he leaned back in his seat.
"It's Radevoir, Kev," Zach said. "She managed to humiliate Mr. Trevper before me."
Kevin shot up. "No way. You knew his last name spelt pervert?"
Zach nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me!?"
He shrugged. "Cuz I didn't feel like it."
Kevin groaned. "Dude, you are the worst best friend in the history of worst best friends."
Zach quirked an eyebrow.
"You are the best!"
That made absolutely no sense, Zach thought.
Zachary Aster, number one player in the school and heartthrob. Captain of the basketball team, taking their team to the championships, and winning against Darkon Academy and Sain City Academy, he was considered the King.
As such, he expected to be treated as one.
Then, there was Kevin West, Zach's best friend. Blond hair and ruby eyes that both complimented his skin tone, pale with a bit of tan, he was co-captain in the football team. If there were ranks in the school, he'd be considered third.
Second place went to Zach's girlfriend, Keila Tsukiya.
The bell rang, and the door opened. Students filed in, and Zach saw a familiar head with black hair. He turned away, and started a conversation with Kevin as Nina passed by his desk.
"Hey, don't you think girls with black hair look weird?" Zach asked Kevin, and he nodded.
"Seriously, who has black hair in Flarine? Maybe in Saint Morning, but not here," Kevin said.
Nina sighed inwardly, ignoring the comment she knew Zach delivered to her.
Some best friend he is, the voice in her head said, and she agreed.
Nina put on a smile as she neared her desk, where a brunette with silver eyes was sitting. "Hey there, Natsumi," she greeted.
Natsumi Gerani was the closest friend she had, knowing her since the end of middle school year. They became close friends in freshman year after the incident. Natsumi was also above average in popularity status because she was a cheerleader.
"Hey Nina," Natsumi greeted. "Ew, like, I can't believe Mr. Trevper's last name actually spells pervert!"
Nina giggled. "Well, y'know... that teacher did freak me out anyways," she said.
Natsumi nodded, and looked in the window besides her.
"Do I look okay?" Natsumi whispered, and Nina nodded, smiling.
"You look fine, don't worry," Nina assured her.
Natsumi nodded, smiling. "That's good. Like, I mean, I need to look good," she said, and ran her hand through her hair.
Nina took her seat besides her friend, smiling. But inside...
I miss the old Natsumi, Nina thought. She looked at her friend's clothing. A black tank top, knee-length jeans, and high heels. Her face also sported make-up.
Compared to her, Nina would have looked like a boy if she wore a hat over her hair. She was as flat as a board and had no curves at all, despite being in her senior year. She wore a simple green shirt with a black short-sleeved jacket over it, baggy jeans and black sneakers with green laces.
The old Natsumi would've killed herself before she wore make-up, Nina thought sadly.
She also would've chose baggy jeans, a shirt, a jacket, and sneakers any day over those too, the voice in her head told her, and Nina sighed.
Natsumi glanced at her friend in worry.
"Are you alright?" she asked, and Nina blinked.
"Oh, yeah, I'm alright," she said. "Just a bit tired."
Natsumi giggled. "You should get more sleep then," she said.
Nina smiled. "I will," she said, and looked in front once the bell rang. Class went on as normal, with Nina completely ignoring Zach.... which was a amazing feat considering the fact he sat right in front of her.
After school, it was suppose to be like any other day. That is, until someone showed up and totally, completely, ruined her day.
"Yo, Blacky."