18 Years Old
17 Years Old
Come on. He was 18 for pete's sake, yet, he couldn't even touch a girl. He wasn't even gay so it didn't work to his advantage at all! He glared at a tree, his lips turned downwards. This was so not ideal. It wasn't fair. He kicked the tree, eager to get out his anger before he sighed and glanced up at the sky. He noticed a familiar face sitting on the roof and he tilted his head to the side. He had always been intrigued by her. The cat. The outcast. Mia. Wanting to push his thoughts out of his mind, he stalked over to the ladder that led onto the roof before climbing up. Once up, he sat next to the blue haired girl with a charming grin.
"Hello Mia, what are you doing up here?" Tatsuya knew full well why she was up on the roof, but he pretended to be unaware, trying to her to speak to him.
Akira had just finished up with swim practice. She was walking down the road, going home from school. Her hair was damp and was a huge mess. Not that she cared. To her, she looked good all the time. She had on the school's uniform and her tie hung loosely around her neck; she hadn't bothered to tie it. She was only going home, after all. She held a rubix cube in her hand, trying to figure it out. She had always been interested in puzzles and her friend had given it to her earlier on, saying that she wouldn't be able to solve it. And being the type of person who never backed down, she eagerly took it and had been trying to solve it all day but to no avail. With a small sigh of frustration, she put it into her bag, deciding she would do it later. Glancing around, she spotted a familiar face. Orange hair. Krexer. She quickened her pace until she was walking next to the male and flashed him a friendly smile,
"Heya Krexer. What you up to?"