By the time lunch time rolled around, I had it in my head that I'd better apologize to Akira for what I said yesterday.

I promptly bought my food, which, I must say, looked about as awful as it tasted, and began to look around the cafeteria for her. I spotted her at a table in the front, 5'7" up Masumi's ass and practically hanging on every word he said. Screw the apology, I thought, rolling my eyes. She'd be lucky if I even spoke to her again after this.

I looked for another table to sit at. All of them were filled with jackasses, and the ones that weren't filled with jackasses, were filled with people who thought I was a jackass. So I made a split decision and made my way over to the loner table. I normally sit there when Akira is acting like a love sick puppy, which, I have to say, is quite often, and since she decided today would be her day, I resolved myself to eating in absolute peace. An Akira free zone.

But somebody was already there.

A guy. He was on the side of the table facing me. He had chin length dark hair and striking green eyes. I decided to sit at the table, despite the fact that he was a complete and total stranger, and sat directly across from him, which was awkward for both of us.

Neither of us spoke, and then he cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Erm, hi," he said, meeting my eyes with a nervous little smile. "My name's Takahiro Orodara."

"Uh...hey." I shifted awkwardly on the bench. " I'm Miyuki Shima."

His voice was beautiful and soft, and I found myself shocked when I realized I wanted him to say more.

"You're the transfer student, right?" I kept my eyes down and picked at the food on my plate. I already knew the answer.

"Yeah."

"So...why'd you leave?" I asked, attempting to keep the conversation going to avoid a steaming pile of awkward. "Your old school, I mean. Why'd you leave?"

"I came here to get way from a bunch of drama at my old school."

I nodded like, I completely understand, even though, in all reality, I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Apparently," he continued, raising his eyebrows, "If you're good at a sport, but don't want to play it, people have problems with you." Takahiro pulled the collar of his shirt out from his neck and looked away from me. This exposed a long scar that made its way in a thin line from the right side of his neck to his collar bone.

Oh, look. He found the awkward I was trying to steer clear of.

"Holy shit, what the hell happened to you?"

"Well, I've always been really good at basketball, but I didn't like anyone of my team, so I didn't join." He pushed his tray back and I leaned forward like I was intrigued. I still had no idea how this had to do anything with his scar, but I went on listening anyways. "Then, one of the captains tried to force me to join. So I kicked his ass."

"Ouch," I said. "Harsh."

He laughed. "That pretty much ended up with the whole team being pissing off and they decided if I wasn't going to play basketball, then they were going to fuck up my figure so I wouldn't look good when I was swimming. Which is the sport I chose over basketball...so now I have these beautiful scars all over me. Not that I care."

"So you don't swim anymore?"

"Nah, I still swim. Just out of spite," he explained, adjusting his collar back.

"What happened to the guys?" I asked, meeting his eyes. He seemed almost too calm to be talking about this, almost as if he was playing it off with a poker face.

"Only the one with the knife got arrested. The others, who helped with the assault, still roam the streets. Little fuckers...anyways." He shook his head and met my gaze with a lopsided smile, like the topic he'd just been discussing wasn't totally depressing at all. "Do you play any sports?" Perfect change of subject.

"No, just watching them is exhausting for me," I laughed.

"In that case, if you want to 'exercise' why don't you come watch me swim? You don't have to, it's just a friendly suggestion," he shrugged.

He gave me a charming smile, but I still felt as if he had up a shield.

Why would he want me to come watch, he hardly knows me! But...this could be my chance... Maybe, just maybe, my fairy tale could come true! Hahaha! I think I just died of internal laughter. Well, at least I'll see this guy, hot, wet, and partially naked. The thought spurred me onward. "Definitely!" I exclaimed, then caught myself. "Err, I mean...sure. Whatever. No big deal. What time?"

"Right after school. I'll meet you before I go in so it's not awkward," he said, smiling again. God, even his teeth are perfect. I wonder why all the girls aren't trying to go out with him yet. Plus, he sucks at avoiding weird situations.

The rest of the day passed and I managed to avoid Akira. I'm sure she didn't realize it though.

I walked to the swimming building, the stone on the path way crunching mildly under my shoes. As I reached the doors, I came to a halt to wait for my fake Prince Charming.

Soon enough, he came walking around the corner with two other incredibly attractive guys that I'd never seen before. Where the Hell did these just come from?!

"Hey! Miyuki, you made it," Takahiro grinned, walking off from the other two guys who also looked like swimmers. I mean, either they were swimmers or they have a thing for spandex.

"So, come on in. I've been on this swim team for almost a month now. All these guys are cool, well, except for Asami. He's a dick, I'd stay away from him. " he explained, pointing in the direction of an extraordinarily attractive guy with unnaturally colored teal hair, sort of the sides and longer, and wavy on the top.

"Ok, well, I'm gonna go change," he said, walking off the locker room.

I wonder why he wanted me to come watch? And what's so bad about this "Asami" guy, I mean, sweet damn he is F.I.N.E.

Either way, I'm kinda happy he did. I can admire all these guys! Besides, he probably doesn't have many friends outside of the swim team yet. He's most likely socially awkward, wait-who the hell am I to judge?

Fuck. I'm arguing with myself again.

I sat there for around 5 minutes starring at all the guys,especially Asami ,till I saw a dark head boy walking towards me caught my eye. It was Takahiro, he wore spandex trunks, black with neon green racing strips down the side, but he also wore scars.

Scars, leading all across his toned tan body. They didn't disfigure him they were not cut deep enough to ridge up, they just didn't tan, leavening light lines on him.

I couldn't seem to take my eyes on the one on the top left of his toned chest. It's like they tried to make a word or spmething, a picture maybe? Shit shit shit shit Shit. I'm staring. He sees me, son of a mother, I am so rude.

"Owned" he said breaking me from my internal rage and myself. "Huh?" I voiced in confusion. "It says 'owned', I'm gonna get a tattoo over it. I have now clue where they learned to draw though, I mean he could have at least made it look nice" He replied brushing his fingers over the jagged word.

There it is again, that face, he's co sealing something with it.

"Ok, well I'm gonna go swim." He said turning and leaving my with a look of wonder on my face.

Strange, the scars cover his body other than his face.

Time when by fast as I watched Takahiro racing everyone else, them glide through the water. It's like they were all built to swim, especially Takahiro and Asami. They both held a strange tension I could basically see.

"OK, GUYS THAT'S THE LAST ROUND" a coach yelled from the timing booth. This was followed by an array of sighs of relief and cheers.

I sat and waited for Takahiro to change but he didnt, he just walked over to me. "Wanna swim?" He asked leaning down to my eye level. "I-I don't have a swimsuit..." I replied trying to find a loophole.

"There's tons of girls swimsuit in the back. I'm sure you could find one to fit your tiny waist." He laughed

"Uh-" I started before he cut me off.
"Come on" he said grabbing my hand and pulling me behind him to the back trainers room.

Just before entering I glanced back to see Asami looking at me with emotionless eyes.

We found a suit and I reluctantly put it on in the locker room and walk out to the pool. Thank the lord there were still people there, because the hell if I was staying there alone with a guy I barely knew.

Takahiro was floating around on his back, he almost looked like he was sleeping, the water slightly rippling around him from the splashing some people on the other side of the pool were creating.

"Takahiro?" I say trying to get his attention.

"Humm?" He replies opening his eyes and standing up, touching his feet to the bottom of the shallow end.

"The waters warm, right?" I asked skeptically.

" Yeah, very, now come on swimming is so fun!" He laughed swimming towards me at the edge of the mass of water.

"Ok" With that that I lowered my self into to warm water.

"Ok, now, wanna do some tricks?" Takahiro said smiling wides eyed, yet still wearing his mask...