4 Chapter 4 Shoujo Effec

Duran glanced around for the source of the voice and came face to face with an honour student.

His eyes were fixated on the student's neat crop of black hair, which was slicked back off his stony pretty-boy face. The honour student's dark eyes were narrowed in his direction. He stood tall with a masculine stance; the hint of an athlete showing through his large, sinew hands. The school emblem was still fresh on his navy blazer. His grey pants and loafers emanated a crisp sheen. If one guy was to carry off the clean cut, salary-man style well, it was this guy before him.

'Why couldn't we?' Duran challenged the student's glare with his question.

'I believe Okada-chan explained the reasons,' the honour student coolly replied.

Duran's eyes narrowed. The boy was far too self righteous for his own good. It was rude of him to butt into their conversation. With an intention to shut down their hope for something that could be a good thing.

'Reasons aside. Clubs exist to be part of student life not supplementary to a curriculum, are they not?'

'Says he who has only started today.' The guy smugly answered back.

'Ugh! Hayashi, Kou. You're a pain the butt,' Himeko cried out.

She stood, defiant, before the honour student with her hands on her hips. 'It's wrong to eavesdrop you know.'

'You guys were so loud it couldn't be helped.'

'So you're gonna stop us Mr. Student Council.' Fumio interjected.

Duran saw the red armband of a student council representative around Kou's right arm.

'And why would I need to assert the effort? It's obvious your idea is a risk itself, so not one for the council's rubber stamp. Do I need to remind you the purpose of this school is preparing, as Kita-kun bluntly puts, future salary-men.'

The classroom fell silent of chatter. Duran became conscious of his peers interest in their conversation. Hearing Kou repeat his annotation of the school's students made him lower his head with guilt.

'Hayashi-kun. That is true, but we still can't dismiss an application without consideration. That is if they were to submit one.' Another person entered the conversation.

Duran felt a lump form in his throat when he sighted the newcomer, who also wore a student council armband to his right arm.

The newcomer presented himself similar to Kou, yet his look was more alluring. His hair was short, so it spiked in places, and caused a stylish wisp of fringe against his forehead. His athletic build and fine features; flawless china-white skin, natural plump red lips and dark, doll-like, eyes exuded a cool mysteriousness that sent his heart pounding with the doki-dokis.

'My god! He's gorgeous to be a Calvin Klein model.' Duran blurted in his mind.

He was beginning to think his vision was seriously impaired and his first impression of his classmates was flawed.

'Tsubaki-kun, don't encourage them. They're better off being a garage or basement band somewhere else.' Kou brushed off his colleague's comments.

Abrupt ringing of the school's bell stopped further conversations on the matter. Duran shuffled out of his seat, packed up his bag and started heading out with Fumio and the others to their next class.