Hi there! Another story, and this time it's Amuto! c: Not in the beginning at all though, so be patient please!

I came up with this story because I went to my big brother's homecoming game and boy oh boy, they lost their homecoming game and the cheerleaders sucked! A lot! I've been to my cousin's tennis games though, and tennis, though it's not as fun to watch, it's better than seeing the failure of my big bro's team. So I came up with this little idea. Along with a few fake high school philosophies... I was looking so forward to high school because of them...

I don't own Shugo Chara or anything like that. Please enjoy! This is just a prologue, so it's short... c:

1/10/17 EDIT: I'm back and revamping this story to get a feel for it again and finally finish it. Thank you to those who were so patient with me, I know it has been much too long since the last update. Hopefully this will be a great refresher for both myself and you readers. Don't forget to review!

::The High School Hierarchy::

"Amu!" Rima yelled, clad in her flowy tennis uniform she received yesterday from the manager. "The tennis game is today! I'll be skipping sixth period and heading straight out onto the courts. What about you?"

"I'm skipping out on sixth period too, but I have to go and get my uniform from Yukari-sensei," Amu said, closing her lockers in one swift slam. She grinned happily at the blonde and began to walk alongside her towards their next period down the hallway. At this time, people were currently shuffling up and down the corridor in an effort to be on time to class.

The bright pinkette quickly sparked a conversation with the latest news around campus with a smirk. "You know, I heard the varsity football players lost homecoming!"

"There's no surprise there," Rima scoffed with a laugh. "The halftime show was horrid too. Those cheerleaders are getting plumper by the year." The two both laughed and continued making fun of last night's game until Amu suddenly bumped into a human wall. It felt like a brick, and when Amu looked up, she realized it had the brain of a brick too. That's right, it was the captain of the football team himself: Tsukiyomi Ikuto.

"Get out of the way," he said, pushing the girl aside with one hand. She, however, didn't budge at all. Hinamori Amu was a tennis player in the A league, damn it. She stood her ground and glared at him. With a crack of his neck, he repeated, "Little hipster, I said to move."

"Why don't you get out of the way?" Amu replied back with a bite to her words. "Venting about last night's epic display of humiliation and failure?" she sneered, throwing her bag over her shoulder haughtily. She, with much glee, saw his vein bulge out of his forehead in a second.

"You rude little-" He raised his fist and she easily backed away to the side. He was too predictable. After all, he was a jock, and everyone knows that jocks are idiotic players. The hipster laughed in his face as she dodged it before flicking his forehead playfully.

"Jocks shouldn't hit poor, innocent girls," Amu said before being pulled away by Rima into their class. "Especially a hipster," she teased. The last thing the girl saw was him giving her the middle finger. Amu laughed at his obnoxiousness, returning the gesture dutifully as Rima threw her into her seat by the collar. The door slammed shut.

"Do you plan on having a funeral anytime soon?" Rima growled. "That was the top jock in the school and you picked a fight with him. Have you forgotten about his reputation, his extra buff, on-steroids friends, and his crazy bitch of a sister?" The teacher walked in and she had to take her seat at the far end of the classroom, so they were an entire classroom away from each other now. She still gave Amu an occasional "I can't believe you did that" glare.

'Tsukiyomi Ikuto, top Jock, insolent asshole, infamous player—declared loser by Hinamori Amu. I just filled out his resume in my head. What I did was so funny… It's a hipster's thing to stand up and stand out anyways.'

"Amu! Hinamori Amu!"

"Yes," the hipster stood up.

"Do the calculus problem on the board."

Amu looked at the board with a bored look. She got up, noticed that it was just last night's homework problem, and easily solved the problem before returning to her chair confidently. "Correct," the teacher praised as he continued his lecture and stopped picking on her. She sat back in her chair, her cell phone wide out in the open as she texted Tadase. As long as the student answered the teacher and had good grades, he wouldn't give a shit about them using their cell phone.

Now, about Tadase: he was the captain of the tennis team, the best varsity player in the entire district... Him and Amu are actually quite close. Lulu and her crew of annoying cheerleaders hate Amu for this though. Yes, one would think a cheerleader like her would be going after some bad ass football playing jock like Ikuto. Apparently, Ikuto and his team have all been called dibs on by other cheerleader chicks. For example, Hoshina Utau, captain of the cheerleading team, was the first one to call dibs on Ikuto. With one of the worst cases of the disease known as a brother complex, she'd kill any girl trying to get close to her dearest brother.

'I cannot wait to see the face she makes when she finds out I've humiliated her dearest brother out in the open,' Amu thought with a smile. Again, although they're related, Utau refuses to let Ikuto have a real girl—not that he sticks to a single one anyways. It's odd though, no one has ever seen him act lovingly to Utau, but it's quite the opposite for Utau. Quite the opposite.

Then a text message came, the hot pink phone vibrating once, and Amu decided to ignore it for now since Rima was giving her a glare again. A few minutes later, the phone vibrated three times from text messages, so the hipster finally broke off eye contact to look at the phone. There were two from two different unknown numbers, one from Rima, one from Tadase, and one from Kukai, Amu's best friend since childhood, though instead of being in tennis or football, he's actually the captain of the soccer team.

She clicked on Rima's text: Stupid Amu, now you're going to get wrecked by the hands of the popular assholes! Ignored. 'Honestly, she's a little too worried about me.'

Tadase's text wasn't very important, but it was nice to read. Congratulations on winning the team the A League championships. I'm proud of you. If it weren't for you, we would have still stayed in the B league. Keep up the good work. Amu sighed in content at the praise. Tadase was a nice guy, but rarely gave out compliments to anyone but himself. One point for Amu, ten for himself.

The unknown texts, on the other hand, were much more interesting. The first one was: Fuck you to hell for embarrassing my brother! I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and kill you myself you fat twat! The second one read, Fuck you. You'll pay, bitch. You'll pay dearly.

It was obviously Ikuto and Utau, the childish, stupid children. Amu decided to reply, but at a later time. She would be sure to give them a nice, long, appealing reply. It was a bit creepy about how they got her number so quickly, but Amu didn't care much about it. As a popular girl herself, they must have gotten it from mutual friends or something. Now, she was ready to open the text from Kukai.

Congratulations on being officially in the A league, Amu! Let's go on a celebration date today in the afternoon. We can meet by Seiyo Cafe and head on out to adventure from there!

Amu couldn't help but sheepishly smile at her screen. 'I am so happy that Kukai is my boyfriend. He really is the sweetest.'

Unfortunately for her, Souma Kukai was indeed a jock. But he wasn't the kind of jock people despised, he was actually a nice guy. Amu and Kukai had been together ever since the end of Junior High when he asked her out after a grand soccer championships game, in which he scored the winning goal. Hell, she said yes and no regrets have come rolling in just yet.

Kukai had good relationships with everyone—jocks, cheerleaders, hipsters, even nerds—that's because Kairi was classified as a nerd, although he was also popular since he has the title of student body president. He had all sorts of nerd connections. His best friend is also a hipster, Fujisaki Nagihiko, also known as Amu's best friend and hipster partner. He's also very good friends with Yuiki Yaya, a girl who is a big part of the Averages, though most people can't tell due to her daily extreme dose of sugar, which leads to her being incredibly hyperactive. We weren't about to create a "baby student" group for her own sake though, so in the averages she went.

The bell rang and Amu's train of thought concerning Kukai disappeared. Sixth period was next and she had an important tennis game to attend.

She quickly got her uniform and immediately changed into it as she tied up her hair into one messy, pink bun. The tennis tee was a little tight, but the hipster withstood it as she pulled on the white and blue fabric that said "Seiyo" in bright yellow. The shorts were a little too short, so she tried to pull the blue shorts down, wrinkling the yellow stripes on the side a bit.

With a racket in hand, and a tennis ball in the other, this girl was ready.

Amu ran out of the locker room and sprinted out of the hallway and outside the building into the cold, fresh air, standing still to take in a few breaths. The day was feeling great! The game would go well, and the pinkette would be looking forward to a date this afternoon. Amu had high hopes for today.

That is, until she saw the football team on the tennis courts, with Tsukiyomi Ikuto yelling at her best friend, who was curled into a ball.

"Rima!" Amu yelled as she unfroze, all her happy thoughts gone with the wind as she quickly sprinted towards the scene.