《A Baka's Guide to Love》


 I dropped my Pencil

    The earth surged to meet the plastic casing, to pulverize the inner contents and to dirty my pencil. Keito watched in slow motion as his writing utensil tumbled through the air and onto the floor, right between her legs.


    "Sh*t, I dropped my pencil," muttered Keito Aisoku. "How am I supposed to get it back."


    The pencil had landed just under her seat. It would be too pick it up himself.


    "I''ll just pick it up after class," he said to himself. Yabai*, why do pencils always have to land in the most awkward places. Keito dug into his bag for another pencil, just to realize he left his utilencil bag at home.


    "Crap, crap, crap," he exclaimed to himself. He had to finish a paper before the class and he had no utensil to write with. He knew he had to ask for the pencil, but why does it have to be in such a weird place.


    "Excuse me, Aisorohito - san, I dropped my pencil under your chair could you please pick up?"If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    "Sure," she replied. That was easier than expected. She leaned over to pick it up and started to walk to his desk when she tripped over her chair''s legs. She stumbled forward ran into Keito''s desk. Everyone turned to see what the commotion was. She had fallen and was in that cliche manga Seiza** pose.


    She slowly got up and brushed her uniform off.


    "Are you okay," exclaimed Keito.


    " Yeah I''m fine, here''s your pencil," she responded.


    "Are you hurt do you need any help?"


    "No, no I''m fine," she said. Her face was flushed. Was she angry or just embarrassed? This is just the situation he wanted to avoid, but alas Murphy''s law has a way with things.


    "Nice one Keito, you had to make the girl pick up for you," mused Keito''s best friend Amushun.


    "It was between her legs, you don''t reach between a girl''s legs," retorted Keito.


    " If it was me I would''ve went right in, maybe even try to steal a glance."


    "That''s the difference between me and you, you perv."


    "All men are natural pervs," he said, "Even you."


    "Keep telling yourself that."


    "Everyone turn in your papers, it''s 12: 32, time for lunch," announced his language teacher, Sensei Shiokaze.


    "Crap!" Keito didn''t finish his paper.

 Lunch Taste Like Wrath

    "Come on Keito ," Amushun called.


    "All right, hold on," replied Kieto.


    "You must be hungry from embarrassing innocent girls," Amushun mused.


    "I didn''t know that would happen, it was ill fate," retorted Keito.


    "Hehe, chill i''m just teasing," said Amushun.


    "Yeah, you''re just being an *sshole," muttered Keito.


    Keito and Amushun sat at a table that faced the school courtyard. The sun filtered through the windows and cast a golden hue upon their faces. Keito brought an American dish to school with fried chicken and mashed potatoes while Amushun stayed with a traditional bento box.


    "How do you eat that Keito," asked Amushun.


    "I dunno, the same way I eat everything else," replied Keito.


    "That''s like eating grease for lunch."


    "It''s not as bad as you think. It''s actually baked, no grease," inquired Keito.


    "Doesn''t stop the Americans from doubling up," joked Amushun.


    "Hey, my cousins are American and they''re just fine,"shot Keito.


    "What''s your definition of, fine," asked Amushun.


    "Better than you, I guess," said Keito.


    "Smooth, real smooth. Got any Uncle jokes while you''re at it?"This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    "You got me, I''m all out of ammunition," said Keito.


    "So do you think she hates me," asked Keito.


    "Who Aisorohito," asked Amushun.


    "Who else you Baka*," said Keito.


    "I dunno, maybe a little. Maybe not," replied Amushun.


    "Thanks, you are a true pal," said Keito, "Not really."


    "Go see for yourself, apologize," Amushun suggested.


    "I don''t know, she seemed p*ssed," wavered Keito.


    "It''s been a little while try again."


    "Alright, I''ll try."


    "Hey, it''ll be all right."


    "Hope so."


    Keito got up and looked for Aisorohito. D*mmit! She was sitting in the middle of the lunchroom with all her friends. Keito slowly proceeded towards her until he was in front of  her table.


    "Uh . . ., Aisorohito," Keito called.


    Aisorohito and her friends stopped talking and looked up at Keito. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.


    "What," she demanded.


    " Oh, I just wanted to say I''m sorry and I justed to make it concrete that I was," Keito said.


    "Is that all," she replied.


    "Yeah, that''s it," Keito replied meekly. She was a lot more stubborn than her frame suggested. She was 5 foot, slim with round features, she had light brown hair that was bundled into a ponytail and green eyes. She was shy and generally quiet in class. her social life was mostly secluded to her small group of friends  and was rarely seen talking freely to anyone else. Keito couldn''t understand how she could hold a grudge for so long.


    "It''s fine," she replied. This dumbfounded Keito. One minute she was staring daggered, the next she was a emotionless wall.


    "Alright, well see you later," Keito said.


    Keito was about to walk way when Aisorohito dropped her chopsticks.


    "Oh, let me get that," Keito said.


    He bent down to reach for them, but when he went to put them back on the table, he tipped over a cup of milk that spilled promptly over Aisorohito''s lap. Keito''s legs failed to move , but Aisorohito''s fist did just fine, sending his face flying to the ground.


    "You Baka*, get out of my face," she yelled.


    Keito got up and scrambled for the nearest exit. He couldn''t believe what he just did. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn''t fate just play nice for once? Why!? He wasn''t going to talk to her for a while.