<div class="floatright">(https://myanimelist.cdn-dena.com/images/characters/11/80629.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><em>Bryant Kurosagi</em></div></div>Melissa smiled, throwing Arisa a scheming look as the redhead gave her confession. Smoothly, she seemed to flow to her side, Melissa's elbow gently nudging Arisa's side. She enjoyed teasing her friends, a part of Melissa which made her a likable character.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, the calm and quiet Wesley, head of the Chess Club and... oh, it's a secret. But good choice Arisa, and from what I know, he's still single!"</strong>Melissa said while throwing her counterpart a wink.<strong>"I'd go for Jonathan myself. That purple hair, exotic when combined with those gentle looks... Oh... I wonder if I should hand him a chocolate."</strong>She continued, slightly making a few gestures as if she was dreaming of being face to face with her crush.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh don't worry, your secret is safe with me! Unless it means getting our pretty Arisa Ortensia together with the cool and collected Wesley Culle- Oh, speak of the devil!"</strong><br/><br/>There was some chatter, a group of boys approaching from the library. Among them was Wesley Cullen, his brown hair neatly combed downwards as his bag bumped against his side. He seemed to be in deep thought, eyes following the shoes of the boy ahead of him as he took carefully measured steps. Many guessed that the airheaded look he possessed was simply a method to extend his senses beyond a normal human's capabilities, as Wesley almost never allowed himself to get into an accident, or be surprised by blind spots.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Ortensia!"</strong>A voice came from nearby, Melissa scowling as she saw the source of it. Bryant Kurosagi, someone with all brawn and talk and often known as a bully amongst the seniors of the school, was approaching with half a dozen of his henchmen. He was a figure of notoriety a legitimate gangster, and some even said that he had the Student Council wrapped around his finger, as the President, Shira Kurosagi, was his live-in girlfriend, or as a few dared to whisper, his half-sister. While many thought of asking Shira to break up with him, it seemed that she was caught in worse circumstances, trapped in more than meets the eyes...<br/><br/>Nonetheless, it was common to find him in the sports equipment shed, or at the gardens picking on some poor student, extorting money and making them run errands for him. The teachers could do nothing because of his father's influence in providing funding to the school, and the Vice-President ended in hospital after trying to stop him in a one-on-one fight.<br/><br/><strong>"The hell you doing with all those chocolate my two lovely ladies?"</strong>Bryant asked, moving in as he placed a hand on Melissa's shoulder, the girl immediately pushing it away, only to feel a hard smack on her butt with his other hand, to the laughter of his cronies. A hiss was all that Melissa offered as she stepped back next to Arisa, her eyes full of irritation.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, this looks nice."</strong>He said, picking one from her basket as he pulled the ribbon, dumping the chocolate into his mouth while grabbing another bunch to throw at his laughing friends. He chewed quickly, a tongue smearing his lips with the brownish treat, before a hand shot out to catch Melissa, pulling the pink-haired girl in for a long, forced kiss!<br/><br/><strong>"You smell nice, and you taste nice."</strong>Bryant taunted, before turning towards Arisa, his leer growing as he eyed her figure, looking all so lovely in a high school uniform.<strong>"Hey Ortensia.<br/> What's with all those chocolate? Going to give it to all your boyfriends today, hoping one of them would sleep with you? Why don't you just pass one to me right here, and we can settle it in the classroom behind?"</strong><br/><br/>Hoots and jeers came from the back as Bryant stepped forward, doing a couple of hip thrusts towards Arisa, clearly enjoying disturbing the girls.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, a particular figure stopped, Wesley's eyes being drawn towards the encounter. Not at the bully who was intimidating the girls, but rather on a certain redhead, slowly observing how she would react, his muscles tensed, legs casually positioned in a stance ready to sprint at any moment...