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Story Name: Twisted, But In A Cool Way

Summary: Meet the high school playboy: Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Thinking about dying and smashing his enemies calms his nerves. Meet the cool n' spicy: Hinamori Amu. Bitting her lip calms her nerves. She's shy, but covers it up with her spicy-ness. What happens when the player falls for a girl? And girl that hates him? Does she really hate him?

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Girls are screaming and cheering and shaking their bods.

Guys are cheering.

The team is sitting on the bench, that's where I am.

With the rest of the team.

My nerves are kicking in.

Ways of dying.

Hanging.

Crashing.

Drowning.

Jumping.

Guns.

Pills.

Drugs.

And much, much more.

My name is Ikuto. Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Most popular guy in school.

And most handsome.

I'm a huge sports star.

I'm at the top of all my classes, other than Lang. Arts... I've got a C in there.

I know what you are thinking.

The Guys: Why the Hell is the ass thinking about dying?!

And The Ladies: If he's so cool, why is he think about this twisted stuff?

I have an easy answer: Because I'm twisted. In a cool way.

Thinking about dying calms me.

Thinking about ways to die.

How it'd feel.

Which feeling would be worse.

Thinking about smashing my enemies....

And it's the Homecoming Basketball game.

I know, again, what you are thinking.

Homecoming Basketball game?!

Face it: Our football team is crap. Our only good teams are basketball and soccer.

And I'm not a soccer person. Therefore: It is a Homecoming Basketball game, and not a Homecoming Soccer game.

Principal wants a lot of people to come to the game- and when I say a lot, I mean almost the entire student body.

See why my nerves are kicking in?

"Hey, Ikuto, you okay, man?" Kukai, my best bud, asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "Let's kick Hornet ass."

"Yeah!!!"

Tonight, our opponents are the Hornets.

Wanna hear their cheer?

If you said no, then too bad.

You're hearing it because I have to hear it.

"We are the Hornets,

Horny, horny Hornets!

Everywhere we go-oh,

People want to know-oow,

Who we are, so we tell them...

We are the Hornets,

Horny, horny Hornets!"

(and on and on and on...)

Get the idea?

It's annoying!

And our main cheer?

"Devils, Devils!

Yes we are!

We're gonna kick your living tar!"

Or...

"Be- Aggressive! Be- Be- Aggressive!

Yeeeeaaah! Woo-hoo! Goooo DEVILS!"

But that's also annoying...

"Ikuto," Nagihiko called, "c'mon. It's time to break."

I nodded, thinking about a drunk driver, crashing into a tree.

Does he feel it?

"Devils, on three. One, two, three, DEVILS!"

"DEVILS!"

What would be better, Heaven or Hell?

Or neither?

Nagihiko, Kukai, Tadase, Kari, and myself are the starters.

From the corner of my eye, I can see the Hornet's cheerleaders/fans doing the"Hornet Hustle." That means that the cheerleaders are shaking their stingers, and the Hornet crowd bumping and grinding their horny Hornet butts.

And the Devil cheerleaders/fans? Cheerleaders= shaking boobs and butts, and waving their pom-poms in the air. Fans= girls doing the same thing, but without pom-poms, and guys yelling "Go Devils!" or "Come on!!"

Yeah, I think I like our cheering better.

Our side has the ball first. Kukai's got it.

He passes to Nagihiko, who gets trapped. Nagihiko does an over-head pass to Kari, who passes to me, and I shoot.

Devils: 3

Hornets: 0

Well, I am the only one on our team- other than Kukai- who can make a three-pointer.

Half an hour later, we win the game. 65 to 52.

And our fans come running from the stands to pat us on the back or- in the girls case, and (shivers) a few guys- to try and get a kiss.

The first day of school is tomorrow. I'm a Jr., so being at the Freshman thing in unnesserary. But Tadase, Kari, and Nagihiko are Freshman, so I'm being forced to go. By them and Kukai.

Well, as my mom said, a new year means new surprises.

But my mom also add something as that. Her direct quote: "Ikuto, honey, remember: A new year means new surprises. And maybe, just maybe, love."

I snorted.

All I could think about is how all of the girls were sluts.

She told me to check out the Freshman girls.

I snorted, again, and than smirked.

I'd check out every girl.

And I wouldn't fall in love with any of them.

Jr. year, here in come.

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A/N: Sooo? I know you're probilly angry with me, for making a new story, but I couldn't help myself!!!! I'm sorry!!! But, I promis, you'll like this story! Give it a chance!!!! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!!!!!!

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