A new rank for my father means a new city and school for me. I hate all this moving. When I was little, I didn't mind as much.

But when I got into junior high, I started to hate it. I barely got to make friends before we'd move again. And don't get me started on trying to date.

Even if we stayed in one place for a couple of years, my dad scared every boy away with just a glare. And now I must spend my senior year in a new school. Worse yet, we moved three months into my senior year.

After I graduate, I no longer have to move—the only silver lining whenever the Air Force tells me. I'll be in college and finally free.

One thing that is always the same no matter where we are stationed, my dad always sends me to a private school.

Which means I always have to wear a uniform.

Ravenwood was going to be no exception. For the first time since primary school, I'll be in a coed school.

I don't know how often I told off some guy who saw me walking home from the bus stop and made some creepy comment.

I wonder if dad ever realized making me go to these schools with uniforms just play into the average boy's fantasy of Asian girls in a school uniform. They need to learn the difference between reality and delusions.

I sighed, looking at my reflection. This school's uniform was red, black, and white color palette. My red plaid skirt touched my knees, a matching plaid tie popped against the crisp white dress shirt under the black jacket with white edging and a shield with the letters RW stitched into the lapel.

"You can do this, Riko. This will be the last school uniform you need to wear,” I tried to psych myself up as I adjusted the braid in my long black hair.

that, I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed for the bus stop near our house. Dad is already on the base, not having waited to say goodbye or to offer to drive me.

day at a new school. The bus ride was at least uneventful. Yes, many people watched me and whispered since

can forget. I’d just gotten my schedule from

suddenly felt like I ran into a brick wall. I was startled as I found myself

I’ve crossed paths with at every school I've attended. But she’s not what I ran into. No, she's

blue eyes watching me under an arch blonde brow. While the brick wall was wearing the same uniform as every other guy in this school,

slacks molded to what I was sure were muscular legs, the dress shirt and jacket had to be custom to accommodate his broad shoulders and

force, and

possible was more plastic, clinging to his arm. “Come on, Darius… don’t bother with the trash,” she whined, tugging

Darius?

Annoyance? His gaze returned to me and briefly to the worn tan backpack I’d used

ever so slightly. “Uchiha,” was all his deep voice said before he stepped around me and his barbie girlfriend had to

and remembered that I had recently patched it with the Uchiha crest from the Naruto manga and

or watch anime. I shook my head and managed to get to my feet. Dusting myself off,

just managed to slip into the room as the teacher shut the door. “I see you have chosen to grace us

the new transfer student, and every teacher will know I’m new and, therefore, my name. “My apologies, sir. Got lost,” I

sit, I froze as the only empty seat was next to the Adonis. How’d he get here before me? I could have sworn he went the opposite

seat. It’s the empty

to the empty desk. Stealing a glance at the Adonis, I realized he was watching me from the

brow at me, but there was no recognition in his

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