-----Three weeks later----Jack's Point Of View----

She wouldn't stop talking. Every lunch, I sat next to ChoMin and she always talked to numerous people who asked her stupid questions about her life as a celebrity. it's weird that so many people know her and I haven't heard a single one of her songs. 

Well, until today.

She was so smothered with the fanboys and wanna-be's that she didn't notice that they brought in a small radio. On the station, the Dj was speaking in an excited voice for such a sad message. "This is in memory of Minny," he said, "and we wish her the best as her hit song 'I know it's wrong' sells out." 

The song raged on through the cafeteria. When she started singing along, they almost lost their minds with awe. Call me jealous, but I wanted some of that attention. My first day, all I got was cold stares. Especially from that girl.

"Do you know where this class is," i asked, pointing to a schedule I'd just recieved before the bell. 

"Mizore!" 

The sound came from behind me. I turned and saw a guy with what looked like a batch of groupies. Who carries around four girls like that? He looked human, but then again so did I and I was anything but that.

"Coming, Tsukune!" I turned fast when I heard the girl next to me say that and run like the wind, only to get left behind the rest of the group.

i couldn't help but crinkle my nose at that look. She looked back at me and snapped back to the other direction. 

She doesn't like me. So what? Is it my hair? I ran my hand down the side and checked.

i had to stop myself and shake it off. i picked up my shoulder bag and swung it around to my shoulder. Then I was out of there.

As I walked out, I couldn't help but notice that she had stopped behind them. She wasstaring at their backs like I was at hers. Why am I looking that way, anyway? I turned forward and was doing fine forgetting until I reached my class door.

'Mizore' It came in my mind with a solid frame of her staring at me. Deeply, I felt her eyes.

It leaked through my mind until I shook it away, walking in and realizing that it wasn't my class.

I stared forward. My regular vision had spun back into focus. There.

The girl was sitting behind a garbage bin. Why? He friends seemed to be close by so why was she on the floor like that, sniffing and breaathing in garbage?

Maybe she really doesn't belong with them or she just doesn't want to sit with them. Maybe that day she just luckily got called by that guy when she didn't want to talk to me. Why wouldn't she want to talk to me, damn it?!

I shook out that thought. I could feel myself getting stressed and I hated it. I hasd gotten into fights over just existing but, since her eyes first glared at me with a sort of hatred, I've been fighting myself. That confusion felt like heat I didn't want. But a cold swept through my eyes that had never moved since unblurred.

She was staring at me. I was staring back. Was I already looking at her? The stereo waas long gone and lunch was almost over. How many times did I play this memory in my head? How long had I stared at her? And most...

Why hadn't she looked away?