The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 42~♫

 By the next morning, Freya was ready to face the school and all the curious faces. Getting tens of new rumors couldn't bother her. Before reaching the school, she left the limousine to be on the safe side. Being seen exiting the same car as The Greek Gods would make the situation worse.

Ueno was still on her case, hating and making fun of her since the start of the first year. Part of the blame fell onto Freya's head as she refused to bond with anybody.

'I should live my life a bit more.'

She got closer to the school's gate and heard the voices of fangirls. Despite losing a lot of hair, Aiyoku still kept a fair share of fans.

When she reached her locker, a small smile decorated her face, and a simple melody filled her ears. At first, she stared into her locker. 'Oh, right. The pear.'

She arched her eyebrow. It had returned numerous times before, retaining it's wrapping. Not even the fire destroyed it. Her good mood gloomed away since she still had to make a choice.

'But who should get it?' She picked the wrapped object. Rigaku turned out to be a nice person under the cold face. Aiyoku wasn't a pampered prince, seducing girls with his looks. Neither Kagetsu used his muscles to bully others or was a hothead. She actually found him to be the cutest one.

People around her left the locker room, heading their separate ways

She closed her eyes, sighing. Without a warning, somebody pushed her into the locker. She yelped, the pear falling from her grasp. Flashes danced across her visions, and before she could see who did this, the attackers were gone.

'Where?'

With her throbbing head, she tried to find the pear.

'It's gone!'

A wave of panic filled her until a small smirk gave her a crazy look.

'Alright, Pear, do your magic.'

With a bit of hope and nervousness in her stomach, she picked the books she needed. Would the pear return? She had never given it to anybody to get rid of it. What if it would find a new owner?

Too many questions clustered in her head that inflating her head wouldn't help her. It would make the headache worse. After all, the bigger brain had more space for the headache to spread.

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"So?" Ueno asked, eyeing her lackeys.

She stood in her club room. When a student needed help, she gave them clues of what the next tests would be about for an appropriate price. That included doing her homework, fulfilling her duties, filling her reports, and other school and even outside school activities.

"I pushed her into her locker," one girl said.

She was following Ueno since the start, sensing a quick and easy way to be popular and get extra credit. However, in the last days, she wasn't too eager to participate in their leader's schemes, but there was no way out of it.