《 Jet Black Heart — 5 Seconds Of Summer 》

"Seriously, just how do you do that?!"

Releasing smoke out of my lips, I hold the cigar between my fingers.

"I just do?" I replied, laughing shortly at Hiiro.

"You're gonna smell like smoke, y'know!" Chiyuki coughs, spraying perfume everywhere.

"And you're making the pollution much worse." I reply before inserting the killer stick between my lips.

"You're making it worse!" Chiyuki makes a face.

"Girl, girls, you're both making it worse."

We had just finished our trip to food and now going back to the academy.

Upon entering the gates, the guard stopped us.

"Ma'am, you aren't allowed to smoke inside the campus." He says, crossing his arms.

I grab my wallet, only to be stopped by him.

"I don't think so." He raises an eyebrow.

An innocent façade hiding my anger, I removed the cigar, blowing smoke directly to his face. The guard coughs as I walk into the campus, dropping the cigar; crushing it between my sneakers.

I look back to see a bull– I mean, the guard.

"Oops." Smirking, I walk inside with the two.

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"HE WHAT?!" Hiiro said in–between laughs, before repeatedly smacking his table.

"He fell into the toilet," I continued, grinning.

"I CAN'T BREATHE," Chiyuki laughed and squealed at the same time.

The class door opened to reveal a rather fragile and shy looking girl.

"Look who came!" Hiiro laughed, dragging the poor girl.

"Chloe, meet Dia– Dia, the new girl." Hiiro pats Dia as she bowed.

"O–Oh, uhm, hi. . ?" Dia stutters, tucking tresses behind her ear.

"Cute, huh?" Hiiro giggles.

"H–Hiiro–kun!" Dia exclaims in a high–pitched voice.

"Nice to meet you too, Dia." I nod before the door opens.

"Take your seats, class is starting." The teacher states, fixing papers as he makes his way to his table.

"Furukawa, sit down and no eating in class!" The teacher points at a student nearby, who immediately stops chewing on a sandwich.

"Legs off the table, new gi–"

"Oh, new girl here, come on front." The teacher stated, pointing at the back of the class– To me.

I raise an eyebrow before the door opens, all eyes turning to the door.

"Sakamaki! And– Er. ."

"Yuna." The girl rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Sakamaki, happy to see you're here!" The teacher laughs.

"Not happy, that you're late." His expression turns dull.

Work–of–art's back, with miss garbage can.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Get to your seats." The teacher sighs. Once both get their asses to their seats, the teacher turns back to me.

"New girl, proceed."

Lifting my legs of the table, I stand, having each gaze on me.

"There isn't much to say," I whisper to the teacher.

"Mm, start with your name, age and why you've chose here." Typical.

"Arumerita, Chloe. 18 years of wandering hell and,"

"Are you free tonight?" A jock asked, standing and smiling.

I stare, frowning.

"I'm not into fuckboys that are so into themselves– sit your ass back down." Laughs echoing, the jock sat down.

"18 years of wandering hell and, wow, fun fact, this is the 23rd school I've been to. I probably won't stay long." Turning to the teacher, I raised an eyebrow.

"Can I go back to my seat?" I ask, frowning.

The teacher nodded.

Sitting my ass back down to my seat, my gaze wandered around this dreary classroom.

'Rich kids, wow. They look so stupid.

Except for me, I'm perfect.' Grinning to myself, the teacher started lecturing.

A few moments later, I start texting Ayato, who was in another class.

–|•| arumeribitch |•|–

school's a bore, when do i get expelled again??

–|•|–

I sigh, closing my phone before I feel a light object make a soft impact on my leg.

Looking below, there sat a tiny ball of paper.

Curious, I picked it up and opened them.

"Hey, whore! You aren't supposed to text in class!"

I grimace at the note, turning back to see that blonde's girlfriend; smirking.

I raise my hand, earning attention.

"Yes?" The teacher asked, who sat on his desk.

"I need to go to the restroom." I stand.

"Mm, go."

"Yeah, but," I turn to Hiiro, Dia and Chiyuki.

"I don't know where it is." I shrug.

"Anyone willing to–"

All hands raise– Except Yuna and Blondie.

"Hiiro, Dia and Chiyuki." I choose, leaving.

"Only on–"

Chiyuki, Hiiro and Dia make their way outside the classroom, slamming the door behind them.

"What's up, new girl?" Hiiro asked, tilting his head.

"So some bitch," I raised the paper. "Threw this at me."

Dia took the paper, reading it out loud.

"Th–That's so mean. . !" Dia exclaimed, covering her lips.

"So, do we kill her or?" Chiyuki asks, inserting her hands into her pockets.

"You know where her locker's at?" I ask, unwrapping bubblegum.

"Uh, it's next to mine." Chiyuki raised her hand.

"Cool. You got dangerous weapons and spray paint?" I ask, grinning.

Hiiro and Dia look at each other before, blinking.

"I've got a bat in my locker– Just in case." Hiiro winked.

"Uhm. . There's an axe encased in glass– For emergencies?" Dia said, although sounding as if it were a question.

"Spray paint, that's all we need–"

"We got that covered." They say in unison.

"Awesome."

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"A–Are you sure we should–?"

"Completely fine!"

"I feel so excited!!"

"Guys, shh, we gotta hurry. Dia,"

Turning to Dia, I nodded.

She held the axe, shaking.

"I–"

"You got this."

Dia slowly swung, hitting the lock of Yuna's locker– Opening the locker door.

"Nice, Dia!" Chiyuki squeals, patting Dia.

Blowing up a bubble with the bubblegum, I frowned at how stuffed and all shiny her stuff was.

"Her wallet's in here!" Hiiro squeaks, grinning.

"Cha–ching!" I giggle, taking all.

"Sushi bar later?" Chiyuki suggests, winking.

"For a celebration. . ?" Dia stuttered, smiling.

"Mhm!"

"Let's get to business." I smirk, taking the lipstick, writing on the mirror hanged on her locker.
'U SUCK N SWALLOW BIATCH!!1' It read.

Hiiro, on the other hand, crushed make–up related objects with a bat.

Dia could only count the money, eyes glittering.

Chiyuki continued on with writing penises and profanities on her locker door with the spray paint.

Looking around the room, I notice the clock.

"Finish up," I muttered, only to have a heart–attack seeing a camera.

"Shit! Someone boost me up!" Freaking out, I screech.

"What's going on?" Hiiro asked, blinking once–twice.

"C–CAMERA!" Dia pointed, trembling.

"HIIRO, BOOST ME UP. NOW." What? Hiiro is tall! He's about–

6'1, woah.

Carried up, I step onto Hiiro's shoulders.

"Scalpel–" Wait, what?

"CHLOE, THIS IS NO TIME FOR PLAYING DOCTORS AND SHIT!" Said Chiyuki.

"I need sharp shit, quick!" I exclaim.

"Can't you grab the shit and smash it down the floor?!"

"It's not mY FAULT IT'S WIRED AND WILL PROBABLY TAKE US 30 MINUTES TO CUT THAT SHIT OFF!" I cuss, gritting my teeth.

"Ch–Chloe–san!" Dia stutters, throwing up a–

I squeak, taking hold of a–

"Why the hell did you get me a fork!?" I look down.

"JUST GET IT OVER WITH, MY SHOULDERS ARE DYING!" Hiiro yells, biting his lower lip.

And so, I stab the damned fork into the camera, leaving bits of pieces falling.

The bell rang.

I dropped, only to be caught by Hiiro as we all ran to safety.

Soon enough, class doors open, leaving students walking or conversing with their friends.

Hiiro, Dia, Chiyuki and I peek behind a wall before–

"OH MY GOD, MY LOCKER!"

Cue the rest of us snickering and smirking.

"MY LOCKER, SHUU– LOOK AT IT!" Yuna, the whore, screamed at her boyfriend who seemed to not give a single flying fuck.

"I do not give a single flying fuck." Work–of–art yawned, smirking at the sight of Yuna bitching about.

"What kind of boyfriend are you!?" Yuna screamed, earning attention of passerby's and cameras.

"Hah? There was never an us."

"OOOOOH!" Screamed the crowd, along with us.

Yuna's gaze then turned to us, as we simply stared.

"You! How dare you!" Stomping towards us, she pointed a finger at us.

"Huh?" Playing innocent, I look at the rest, shrugging.

"Let her go, Yuna." Piece of work grabbed her arm, scowling.

"But Shuu–"

"She didn't do anything."

"Defending her now? I'm your girlfriend!"

"Didn't you hear me? There was never an us."

I feel a tug on my shirt, only to see Dia.

"How about we skip the rest of the day off?" She smiles.

Turning back at the scene, I nod.

"Leggo."

As the both of us had walked away, we both conversed about the school and it's wonderful people.

Turning back to the crowd, the only thing I see– or meet is a pair of cerulean eyes staring back at mine with a smirk.

"We'll meet again, work–of–art."

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Nightmare here!~

Yaaas, rebel squad! And yes, Chloe and the work-of-art!!! WOOOOO, THIS MARKS AS THE START OF SHUU X CHLOE, YAY

No other announcements, uh–huh.

'Till next time!~

• NIGHTMARE SIGNED OFF. •