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Bold: POV's or short time skips

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Italics; Memory or thoughts

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Prologue

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"Oh my gosh!"

"It's him, It's him!"

"How do I look?! My hair, my hair?!"

Almost the entire female population frantically whispered and squealed amongst themselves, eyes shining in admiration as the schools heart throb passed in all his feline glory. And who was this amazingly popular teen that even the high up populars praised? None other than Tsukimori Ikuto, of course.

"I don't get what they see in an arrogant guy like that." A petite girl with blond hair cascading down her black announced, rather loudly, to her companion. She didn't care who heard her-- as far as she was concerned, she was definitely speaking truth. Her companion, on the other hand, disagreed.

"He's only arrogant at all because of all these girls kissing at his feet. I mean... it isn't his fault that he's so... so..." Hinomori Amu began blushing, her face turning a few shades darker than a tomato. Mashiro Rima, the blond, disagreed bluntly.

"Just because girls kiss the ground you walk on doesn't give you the right to be that arrogant." She fired back, crossing her arms over her chest defensively, standing her ground, knowing Amu would back down. And the golden eyed, pink locked girl did just that, sighing resigned and looking away.

"Oh, so you think I'm arrogant?" A smooth voice questioned. Amu spun around to see her all-time-crush, Tsukimori Ikuto, standing directly behind her best friend, bending down over her and looking her in the eye. Her friend... her only real friend. Rima turned slowly, and, looking up to see Ikuto's face, she shrugged.

"No." She said quietly. Ikuto smirked at her, thinking he had won. "I think your a filthy ease dropper with a ego far to big and I know your arrogant." She said calmly, and quiet bluntly, staring the teen straight in the eyes as she said it. Everyone gasped, all eyes focused on the scene now.

"Oh?" Ikuto asked, leaning up, giving himself some own personal space. He still looked arrogant with one fine eye brow raised delicately. "Why would you say that?"

Amu's mind was going on overload as she processed everything that was being said. Rima was definitely getting herself into deep trouble. She had to do something. She had to take his attention of of Rima. Now.

Amu's outer character suddenly kicked in, and she suddenly stepped in between Rima and Ikuto, looking her crush calmly straight in the eye, and raising an eyebrow at him- almost tauntingly, she smirked.

"She said it because it's true." Amu said, calmly, though a frantic storm was raging inside of her. "You strut down these hallways like you own them, with your nose held so high that if we had a flood you'd be six feet under. Definitelyarrogance their." She paused. What else did Rima call him? Oh... and ease dropper and she said his ego was too big.

"And you obviously ease drop- other wise how would you have ever heard Rima call you arrogant?" Amu's eyebrow raised, and she placed a hand on her hip, trying to look defiant. "And, well, as for the ego- that goes without explanation." She ran a hand through her hair, and turned, grabbing Rima's hand, and dragging her away. Over her shoulder, she called back to him, "Hope that helps the ego deflate a bit." And then she was gone, off around a corner, Ikuto staring after her.

He blinked once, processing what just happened. Then again. Once more. Then a smirk slowly formed on his face. He turned on his heal, heading towards his locker, smirk still in tact.

Definitely interesting.