June 26/Expression/PG/Open

"Fuck my life." he groaned behind his bright red scarf that was covering half of his face. He dragged himself to class - each step getting slower, not looking forward to the hour and forty five minutes that was ahead of him.

ACTING DIVISION CLASSROOM
Glaring at the sign - almost tempted to kick the door down, he opened it rather quickly. Just like ripping off a band aid. What kind of retards were going to be in his class now? Last year he had persistent girls and guys that wouldn't stop talking to him and now -

Ayame.
He sighed heavier as their eyes met, taking off his scarf and sat down beside her. "I didn't know you... act." He laughed and looked at her stupidly; "You don't look like much of an actor at all." his small chuckle pleased him as his goal was to irritate her and hopefully making her leave.

And then he suddenly remembered last night - the little argument they got into, and Ayame's tears. That sure wiped the smirk off of his face. Trying to avoid eye contact the best he could, he tried to stare at something else.

The next hour and forty five minutes was sure going to be 'fun'.

"Well speak of the devil," she muttered under her breath as Ren walked in.

Even when he was being a jerk, she couldn't get mad at him. "You don't look like much of an actor at all." he remarked, giving her that look he always gave her when he underestimated her, which was often.

"And you don't look like much of a decent person, but I didn't say anything, now did I, Yukio?" she replied, smiling sweetly as he sat down beside her, looking away.

Just as she was about to add something else, a shorter boy with long lemony hair walked up behind her and took a seat. "You guys don't mind if I sit here, do ya?"

Ayame grinned and turned to look at him. "Of course not. I'm Ayame, and this is Ren." He had a gruff exterior and serious eyes, but he seemed nice enough. "And who are you?"

Taking in the situation as he waited for their responses, Hiro felt a little uneasy. He was pretty sure he could cut the tension between the two in front of him with a knife. He felt he'd interrupted something.

The blonde girl in front of him, who he now knew as Ayame, was grinning rather brightly at him as she turned around. He wasn't quite sure what to think of it but just smiled back and answered her question, "Nice to meet you guys. I'm Hiroya, but you can just call me Hiro if you want."

Suddenly, Ren got up and left sounding rather irritated. Hiro raised an eyebrow, watching him leave, then looked back towards Ayame, confusion clear on his face, "Uhh...what was that all about?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Hi guys! I'm here at Aozora Academy, which all of you know is my school. And I'm about to enter my first class of the semester... acting! I mean, I guess it's pretty cool. It is my major after all. Still isn't as interestin' as dugongs though. You know, dugongs? A really cool marine animal..."

Atticus's voice was loud and clear, and the teenager perfectly knew it. He was walking down the hallway towards his class, holding out a video camera in front of him. He was just recording for his next Youtube video blog, and he was pretty sure that Aozora's students were used to him doing this. It wasn't as if a lot of them understood what he was saying, right? After all, he always recorded his videos in English.

"So, yeah, that's a dugong! Remember now? Ah, look, I'm at class!~" Atticus sang, and the boy pushed open the door of the classroom to see several sittings already lounging around.

"Holy crap, guys!" Atticus suddenly said and rotated his camera so that it was now facing the other students of the classroom rather than at his face. "Look at that scarf!" Atticus dramatically pointed at Ren's neck. "Look at how red it is!" The teenager ran towards Ren without any other warning and grabbed the other boy's scarf just as he was leaving. He rubbed the fabric between his fingers until he finally let go to allow the other to leave.

"Leave a comment below on what shade of red you think it is!" Atticus shouted into the camera, "The most creative comment gets either a free T-shirt, a shoutout in my next video, or a stuffed plush of a dugong!" He stopped recording and placed the camera back into his bag.

"Hi! I'm Atticus!" he said cheerfully to the kids in the classroom, hoping that he wouldn't scare them. He had gotten multiple comments about how his serious expression deceived everyone about how his personality was like.

Hiro heard Ayame out, sort of understand what she was talking about...but not really. "Well...if it's your fault like you say it is, have you apologized?" He thought about it for a second and his eyes widened. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said anything. It's none of my business." He closed his eyes, leaning his head forward a little, feeling kind of bad for just jumping into their situation when he barely knew either of them.

"Hiro, huh? What year?" Ayame asked him. "Yup! Hiro Kouno. I'm a third year. What year are-" He was suddenly interrupted by yelling at the front of the classroom.

He looked over to see Ren shouting at this blonde guy who was talking into a video camera and touching Ren's scarf. It was a bit of a odd picture. Ren left in a rage, leaving the room quiet. Suddenly, he heard the blonde guy speak up, "Hi! I'm Atticus!" the teen shouted to the whole class. Most people just laughed and went back to there own conversations. Hiro found it rather amusing and shouted back to him, "Hey, Atticus! I'm Hiro!" He waved up to Atticus in greeting.

Such an unusual first class. But...then again, should he have expected it to be anything like public school? Probably not.

"Dontu toochu me."

"Alright~" laughed Atticus not unkindly, "I won't toochu you!" The older boy merely watched as Pretty-Scarf Boy stalked out of the room cursing in Japanese. Before Atticus could say anything else, the girl in the room chased after Pretty-Scarf Boy.

"Hah, guess it's just you and me now, eh? Until rest of the class comes along, anyways!" Atticus cheerfully said to Hiro, "And hi Hiro! Eh, your name sounds familiar..." Without saying another word, Atticus took the seat next to Hiro and brought out a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket of his blazer.

"Oh, that's right! You're my roommate, aren't you? Nice to meet you!" Atticus said, sticking out a hand for the other to shake, "And do you know what's going on back there with Pretty-Scarf Boy and blondie?"

"Just throw some random desks into the room?!" Atticus asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "That's unheard of! Do you know what I and so many other people could do with all these desks?! We could build so many things! And some beetles in Indonesia love this type of specific wood material that these desks are made out of... oh the things society could do with all of these unused desks! Wasting them is just unheard of." Atticus shook his head once more to show his emphasis on the situation. He had rambled again -- but that was perfectly normal for the boy to do.

"Aha, guess I'm seein' you again tonight then!" Atticus said, grinning widely. "Ah... no innuendo intended." he added as a second thought, giving a nervous chuckle. "Always glad to meet more friends." The blonde boy nodded enthusiastically.

"And, really?" he asked, suddenly more interested in the conversation. "Sound like they're having some pretty serious drama. Hope they work it out and stuff..." Atticus trailed off. "Oh! Have you always been in the acting division? I don't recognize you!" Atticus was just a never-ending talk machine - he was able to converse about anything and everything. It was just easy for him to talk, and he never got tired of it.