This is PoisonedViolet, sorry for the one person who actually reviewed my other story that I havn't updated it awhile, my laptop broke and I'm stuck on my brothers crappy desktop computer that only has wordpad, so I can't tell weather I mispelled something or a grammer errors.

Enjoy the story

Hello, the name is Jane, I'm a typical high school senior, I have friends, that I only see in school because they live far away. So I'm saying I don't have a life. I'm a dundere, so I'm very quiet, although, I have a reason to be quiet, I'm an otaku, a really big one, not just that, I'm a fujoshi.

Why is that such a big deal? Well, no one in my school, or atleast anyone I know is addicted to anime, let alone yaoi. Not only that, my whole school has cliques divided into the steriotypical form of groups, jocks, preps, yadda yadda, I'm classivied into my own group, that quiet girl that if you even as so say high will go all ape shit crazy.

No, that only applies to those plastics that judge everyone by looks.

I sigh, I sit in my last class for the day, looking out the window, it was a nice day out today, it was nearing the end of the school year, that's ussually around the time when I stop paying attention to what my bitchy teacher keeps bitching about.

I blow some of the brown bangs from my face, my hair was rather ratty, so I get picked on for it. What? I sleep in, so I don't have time to.

it was english, so we have to read this book our teacher assined to us, we read it in class, so it was perfect to slip a yaoi manga between the pages and read it, I hope the teacher dosn't see my blush.

My teacher is sleeping at her desk, all my classmates are reading away, while I read my yaoi. It would be so much easier if I had a friend who liked yaoi. Alas, I never met that girl, or guy, I look out the window, the sun was shining, I was gonna go to the comic store today, I really wish I had a fujoshi friend.

Sometimes, I think there's a yaoi goddess, the one who sreated this wonderful genre of anime and manga. I was thinking of praying, but dosn't that make me a fangirl steriotype, I sigh, then I feel a poking on my back. Strange, I look behind me, the strange thing was, no one sat behind me, so I was puzzled.

I didn't look for for long, so I got back to my book, the manga was only hundred-fifty pages, so it wasn't long before I finished, but somthing was odd, the last page to the first chapter had a small note taped to it, saying 'I like your kind.' I blush, 'Dafuq?' I think, closing the book, disturbed.

I look at the clock, I decided to finish yaoi manga at home, the store keeper said somthing about me liking this manga, she said that it was very special. That I can have it for free.

I gulp, I put the manga back in my book bag, not taking the peice of paper out, I think I willl go to the manga store.

I place my book down on the table, I am flattered. I still blush.

"Hey, girl." I hear a voice next to me, it was just some kid that I don't know. "What's that?" I've see her before, she was just a transfer student from the beggining of my senior year, I didn't bother talking to her, bacause naturally all the plastuics were thrilled and ate her alive. So I paid no attention.

"Nothing," I say, looking away, why was she talking to me? I thought she was part of the plastics. (Sorry about my frequent 'Mean girls' references)

"What's your name?" She asks, I don't respond, I don't tell people my name, if I did they'd forget it the next day. "May."

"Hey, May, the name is Ann." She said with a smile, is this what a prep was, she didn't sound, or look like one, her hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail and wore jeans and a plain green t-shirt.

I don't reaspond, I just pretend to read my book, "You're not very good at pretending," She says, I glance back at Ann. "I can do better at pretending to read." She whisperes, pointing at the book.

I glance at her, and return to daydreaming, placing the book down.

"Oh, I see, you don't like to talk."

I'm silent in my reply, she's dead on, but she dosn't know what a dundere is.

She chuckles, "What ever, hey, I like you, May."

Awkward.

"Not like that." She corrects herelf, but I don't reply, instead just stair at the window as she get back to whatever the hell she was doing.

"Hey, no talking!" Our teacher yells, "Ann, come up here!" Ann looks at the teacher in shock.

"Wha?"

"You heard me!"

Ann, stutters, before groaning and heading for the teachers desk, wow, I'm usually the one who gets introuble in this class. I chuckle mentally, being that Ann was looking at me, something tells me she'll tell the teacher it's my fault. I sigh, this is why only have two friends in this world, sadly none that I can spill my perverted otaku thoughts on and not worry about judgment.

Life is tough, expecially for a fujoshi, hey, might be worse for a fudanshi(1)

Being a fanfiction writter, character development is tough for me, oh well, tell me how I did and I'll try to improve

(1) A fudanshi is basicly a male fujoshi

To clarify things, any religious purposes brought up in later chapters is purposly for amusment