Chapter 3 - Bad Boys and Good Girls

Nana waited silently for her final bell to ring. Part of her knew that the black-haired boy might not even be at the school anymore. An even smaller of her hoped that he'd be in the principal's office. That's usually where he stayed when he got into trouble.

She noticed Ulti waving at her silently as she stared out the window. His arm had been bandaged from the bite marks he received from Vice and his lower lip had a small scab already forming over the split skin. Much of his bruises were covered by the spare uniform he had in his locker, "just in case".

The brown-haired girl's neck was slightly sore from where a fist had knocked her. She was severely lucky Vice hadn't hit anywhere else. Then again, she was lucky enough to only get hit once. She had never been involved with the boy's anger spats, not since they were children in daycare together. For some reason, Vice had usually left her alone to play in the sandbox or on a swing by herself. But the moment another child came over to play with her, he would become mean and nasty to them.

As the final bell went off, Nana quickly jumped from her seat and snatched the beaten bag from under her desk. "Going somewhere?" a chipper voice asked her.

Turning around, she could see bright yellow eyes looking at her. "Hi, Service-kun!" she smiled, hugging her friend. The boy hugged her back, giggling for some unknown reason.

"Are we going to go to the new cake place today? Can we? Can we?" the blue haired boy asked her excitedly, nearly jumping up and down.

"We are going with Donne-kun and Ulti-kun, too," she explained. Whispering, she leaned into the other. "I promised I'd treat them to something nice after what happened this morning." She could see Service blush slightly and his eyes averted to the desk next to hers.

"Do you know it Ulti-chan...you know," Service mumbled, fumbling with the hem of his shirt, "likes me?"

Nana gave him a kind smile, nodding her head. The boy's face immediately brightened, radiating happiness. "He does?"

"Yes."

"I think I might die, I'm so happy right now," he said, leaning against a locker with his hands clasped over his heart, feigning a death that reminded her of Juliet's.

"Please don't do that!" Nana cried dramatically. "If you die, then who will I eat my strawberries and cream with?" The two laughed, gathering their things from their lockers. "Before I go, though, I have to make a quick run," she said, calming herself down. Service spotted the beaten bag in her grasp, a worried expression overcoming him.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked.

"I don't know," she mumbled quietly, suddenly feeling quite queasy. "I'm actually kind of scared."

"May I come with? If that's alright with you?"

The teenager simply nodded her head, her nervousness only being slightly tamed. Vice wasn't someone to mess around with. If he had wanted to, she could be instantly hospitalized. Service knew this as well as she did. As they began their walk to the principal's office, neither could find a way to end the uncomfortable silence.

"Did you see the way he looked when he came into the class today?" Service asked quietly. The hallways were now almost void of students with the exceptions that stayed for either extra credit or after-school activites. Nana shook her head.

"He looked fine until he saw you talking with Pardonner. He got one of those I'm-going-to-eat-someone's-face-off looks."

"That's not unusual. Vice's always done that since we were kids."

"Yeah, but he noticed that he hit you, it looked as though he got scared all of a sudden."

"No way! You're joking."

"I'm not, I swear!" Service stomped his foot. "That's why he left the classroom. I think he only wanted to hurt Pardonner, not you."

Nana cocked an eyebrow in disbelief at the statement. "What makes you think that?"

The boy shrugged. "Maybe he likes you? Bad boys like the good girls. You had a huge crush on him in middle school, didn't you?"

The girl felt a full-face blush creep across her skin. "Y-you said wouldn't speak of that again! It was a phase, I tell you!"

"Deny deny deny."

"For the last time, I do not-!"

Nana felt herself ram into someone, not once looking where she had been walking. "Hey!" she heard a voice yell at her, deep and threatening. Looking up, she could see golden eyes bore into hers. Vice glared at her silently, hands deep into his pockets. Behind him stood a skinny man with buck-teeth and thick glasses. He wore an overcoat and had thick, slightly curled hair.

"What the hell do you want?" the boy growled at her.

"S-sorry for bumping into you," Nana apologized quickly, averting her gaze. "You, um, left your bag in the classroom." Holding out the worn object, she waited for him to yank it from her or insult her.

"Why did you bring it?" he asked. Nana couldn't tell if it was in shock or in anger.

"I-I didn't want you to forget it or anything. Maybe you had homework or something in their that you had to do, not saying that you have to do your homework, not that you might care or anything," she spoke quickly, thinking for right words.

"Are you implying that I don't do my homework?"

"No no no no! I didn't mean it like that! I was just, um, I'm sorry I said anything." Her voice sounded so meak and quiet, trembling with fear.

"Vice, just take the bag and say thanks," she could hear the man behind the boy speak slowly, as though talking to a child.

"Tch. Whatever," he snapped, taking the bag from her hands. Nana flinched slightly, pulling her hands back to her chest. She could feel Service pulling on the back of her shirt.

"Come on, Nana," he coaxed her, sounding as though he was pleading her. "We have somewhere we need to be, let's go." Turning on her heels, the two quickly rushed down the hallway and out the front entrance doors. Nana could feel a rush of adrenaline through her veins, making her feel giddy with excitement. She couldn't wait to get to the cake shop.

Please review. Sorry for any OOCness or MarySue-ness.