Ruki’s POV

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Standing ouside school, I supress a grimace.

Here they come.

The rich kids.

The popular kids.

And there’s their leader.

The freak with the strap covering his nose.

‘Mr. Popular’, Suzuki Akira.

He’s the worse of the bunch.

Thinking he’s so freaking cool.

He walks up to the rest of them.

All laughs and jokes.

And they all follow as he starts to walk away.

I watch as some of the kids in back knock around a couple of freshmen.

The others laughing.

Must be nice.

Ruling the whole freaking school.

Disgusted, I turn away.

More laughter echoing aroung the courtyard.

Obviously, they’ve found another victim.

Friday nights are my favorites.

Not only am I free from school, and all the crap that goes with it, but I also get together with my friends. 

We formed a band a few years ago, with me singing.

We’ve even started playing at one of the local clubs.

So here I am, standing on stage.

Singing my heart out.

Opening my eyes, I freeze.

I was suddenly looking into the most amazing eyes.

He’s standing in the front.

Watching me.

Smiling.

And he’s hot.

Really hot.

Wearing a black tank top.

A black leather jacket.

Tight black jeans.

And he’s still staring at me.

I look away, blushing.

Hoping the lighting will hide that fact.

When the set’s over, I hop down from the stage.

Walking over to the bar.

Wanting to get paid.

We don’t get much.

But it’s still something we actually earn ourselves.

And that’s something that makes me proud.

I walk back over to my friends.

Dividing up the cash before stashing my share in my pocket.

Kai, our drummer, clears his throat, looking behind me.

I turn around slowly.

Already expecting it to be him.

The guy that was watching me.

“Hey,” he says.

I nod instead of saying anything.

Not rally trusting my voice yet.

“You guys are pretty good.”

Which causes Aoi and Uruha, the two guitarists, to launch into what I like to call ‘dork-mode’.

Meaning they start posing and shit.

Throwing out a few you know it’s along the way.

He just smiles.

“Forgive them.  They’re not all there,” I say, tapping a finger at my temple.

He laughs along with us.

“Hate to get paid and run, but you know..” Yuna, the bass player, says.

And we all start making our way towards the door.

We usually don’t hang around inside.

The place does serve alcohol and we’re still in school.

Fake ID’s or not.

As the others filtered away, I hang back.

Talking with the hottie.

“I’m Ruki, by the way,” I tell him holding out my hand.

“Reita,” he says, taking it in his.

He holds it a little longer than necessary.

And my heart skips a beat.

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A/N: This was originally gonna be my 'Promise' theme for

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...but I decided to do something different.  But I luv this one ^^

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