Flirting Doesn't Come A Long Way

By aZn dREAmEr xD

A/N: May be OOC. … Okay, it is pretty much OOC. However, I will try to have some of the regular characters' traits, so yeah. But OOCness is mucho fun haha. xD

I'm experimenting, and this time the story really IS T. For safety and stuff.

I thought trying this out would be fun, so PLEASE don't get all surprised and shocked and OO.

Okay, just a warning that this story will be different from other stories I've wrote. Credits to Like. Yaynstuff for help of the title.

Read and review and enjoy! R&R&E.

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He was the school heartthrob: the hottest, the naughtiest, the most athletic, the strongest...

He was what every girl wanted- maybe some boys too, but yes, that is unneeded information.

She was the gorgeous girl: pretty, hot, athletic, smart, strong, somewhat goth, somewhat emo, and somewhat closed up and private.

No one ever expected it would happen- it was such an outlandish couple. But what Fate and Destiny decides is beyond anyone's control.

Especially theirs.

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He strutted down the hallway, the usual look of confidence plastered on his face.

Stares burned his back as he continued to walk down the hallway. He barely noticed.

He slung his forest green backpack lazily over his shoulder as he turned his head around to grin flirtatiously at two passing girls and wink.

As expected, they swooned and giggled. So predictable. They stared at his retreating form along with a several groups of girls, whispering about his body features.

Preps..

His white Etnies pounded the ground lightly as he stared at his schedule, and then at the locker numbers.

Spending the entire summer flirting in gyms and beaches had completely brainwashed his memory of the school since ninth grade.

He wore khakis, a necklace with about seven white and brown beads, and a white Hollister button-down shirt with the sleeves carelessly rolled up to his elbows. The shirt was only buttoned 3 quarters of the way up, revealing his tan, muscular chest.

"Ahha!" he muttered to himself, finding his locker. He stared at his combination: 36-6-27

However, he did remember how to open a locker. He opened one almost every day at the gym in the summer.

He opened it swiftly, smirking to himself as his locker buddies, who failed to open their locker, whipped their head around, and stared at him enviously, as he casually began to place books into his locker.

This would be a fun year.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the school, she walked down the hallway. She had a look of casualty on her face, as if she didn't really care. And she didn't- much. Unlike her pink/burgundy-haired best friend, she didn't have insane butterflies in her stomach.

Her shoulder-length black hair was full of volume, flowing a little as she walked. Her eyes gleamed a mischievous dark brown.

She ignored the stares and whispers. She was accustomed to them, but felt fidgety under some guys' gazes. She hated it when they whispered about her body features. They whispered loudly as if they wanted her to hear them talking obnoxiously about her.

She walked a bit faster, her black backpack loosely on her shoulder.

She wore fading dark-blue, almost black, holey jeans, a loose choker with black and white beads, and a plain, tight black T-shirt. Her black Pumas completed the outfit.

She whipped out her already crumpled schedule from her jeans pocket and looked for her locker number.

She didn't have to look for another minute when she spotted her locker number: 770.

She sighed with relief, and quickly glanced at her combination. 10-16-34

She opened the locker with ease, earning envious glares at her unfortunate locker mates. She didn't take the time to observe her locker buddies, but one of them took the time to observe her.

"Heyy," a tall, muscular brunette guy greeted her, grinning flirtatiously. He closed the locker with his arm as he continued to grin.

She looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Do I know you?" she questioned, adding a bored tone to her voice for added effect. She could do that. She could be a pretty good actress when she applied herself.

She put up some locker decorations, and unloaded her backpack into her locker, arranging the books neatly.

"You should," he sniggered. He held out his hand to her. "Ulrich Stern," He decided not to add unnecessary details he thought about himself. She didn't seem like the type.

She responded by rolling her eyes. "Never heard of you."

Ulrich ignored the comment, and continued smoothly, in a silky voice. "So… what's your name?"

She couldn't help but laugh at him, as she got out some of the books she thought she would need for the next class. "Yumi Ishiyama." she answered. Though she had stopped laughing, her voice was still full of laughter.

He glared at her. "What's so funny?"

"You sound so stupid." she shook her head, a tiny smile on her face. "Look, the bell's going to ring soon. See you around."

She slammed her locker shut, and disappeared into the crowd of frantic students.

Ulrich ran his hand through his hair, looking at the spot where she just was. Why wasn't she flirting with him? Whispering about him? Staring, at least? Every girl did.

But, as Ulrich soon realized, this Yumi Ishiyama just wasn't every girl. She was different. She was mysterious, and not giggly and stupid like those other girls he encountered every day.

And he wanted her.

Hmm. She would be his latest project. He would get her to like him.

Just like every other girl.

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A/N: No, this rating will NOT get higher. Nooo. It will stay in T-rating.

Definitely. This story seems so fun to write, I just HAD to put it up. So, um, yeah, read and review and enjoy!

-jENN