Meeting 3-D

I stared down at the large group of eager looking guys.

"Nakajima Kana desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu*," I said with a bow.

The silence was immediately broken when the guys began to talk amongst themselves loudly.

The principal, the kind, short, nearly bald older man, cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Nakajima-san will be in Class 3-D."

For some reason, the male students gasped. Their reaction was not very different than the teachers' reactions when I had requested to be in Class groans and whispers broke out among the boys.

"Quiet!" the Vice-Principal, Sawatari-Kyoutou, roared. His beaky eyes glared at the students behind oversized glasses.
"She doesn't know what Class 3-D is like. More than likely, she will end up changing classes."

He smiled at me, flashing me a toothy grin. It was rather creepy.

But really, what was wrong with Class 3-D?

Suddenly, a ragtag bunch of rowdy boys walked into the auditorium. I could see that this group stood out more than the rest of the school, and had the most interesting variety of people. When they saw me on the stage, they began to whistle and catcall.

"Ah...speaking of the devils. Class 3-D, you're late as usual," Sawatari-Kyoutou muttered.

"Nakajima-san is your new classmate. Treat her well," the principal said to the group. They stared back at him.

"CLASSMATE?!"

Apparently, many of the teachers had doubts about this as they exchanged uncertain glances with each other, and then nodded. And me? I just wanted to get off the stage already. I glanced at the guys as they stared at me, slow grins growing on their faces. They totally ignored the glares that the guys from the other classes gave them. I glanced at the guys. This was going to be interesting.

"What's your name?"
"Why are you at this school?"
"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I rolled my eyes at the questions.

"I'm Nakajima Kana. I got expelled from an all girls' school last week, and supposedly I'm the only girl that showed up for the Co-ed transition program at this school. My relationship status is none of your business," I answered.

Sawatari-Kyoutou glanced at me. "It's hard to believe that someone like you got expelled," he remarked.

I didn't blame him for not believing the records, considering how hard I was trying to impress the teachers here. I was wearing the school uniform from my previous school, white collared shirt with a navy blue mini-skirt and knee high socks, and I was actually wearing them in a neat way. I looked, as much as I wanted to gag, like a perfect school girl.

But I had to impress them, at least for now. I had to graduate. Getting expelled again would mean I never would.

Sawatari-Kyoutou led me to my homeroom class, 3-D. I had chosen to join this particular class only because it was the number of the homeroom class I was in previously. I could already tell that I was going to like this class. One, because it was in the corner of the school, and two, because everyone seemed to think I wouldn't fit in here. Well, we would see about that.

When we walked in, there was an empty seat smack in the center of the front row and all the boys were fighting for a seat next to mine.

"Where's the teacher?!" Sawatari shouted. He then turned to me. "Tell me any time if you don't like this class. I'll switch you out immediately. Now I have to go find the homeroom teacher. Wait here."

He walked out, searching for a certain Yamaguchi Kumiko. It was such an old-school name. She was probably old...and mean.

I glanced at the guys, who grinned back at me.

"I'd rather sit in the back," I said, walking over. I grabbed the desk and pushed it to the back, near the stairs. The guys watched me with disappointed looks, but didn't try to crowd around me. I realized that it was probably because the group of guys in the back had already claimed that area.

The guy sitting in the desk near me appeared to be sleeping. He looked up when I glanced at him, gave me a bored look, then went back to sleep. He had a nice face, but his hair was long and flipped out at the ends. I didn't understand the appeal.

"Where's the girls' bathroom?" I asked the guys.

They looked at each other confusedly. "There...is none?"

I sighed. "Then don't follow me to the boys' bathroom, okay?"

I changed quickly out of the wretched skirt and stuffed it in my schoolbag. Sawatari had given me a black skirt to match the school uniform, which consisted of a white button down shirt, black pants, and a black blazer, but I figured a skirt would not be ideal in an environment full of hormone-crazy teenage boys. I pulled on black pants and the blazer, before stepping out of the stall, only to come face to face with the majority of my class.

"Perverts," I muttered and shoved past them.

When I returned to class, there were 5 boys sitting in desks near my own, including the sleeping guy. The other four watched me fascinatedly.

"Kana-chan, right? I'm Minami Youichi." the orange-haired guy said, giving me a flirty wink.

"Kana," I said firmly. "Call me Kana-chan and die."

"So...Kana, are you single?" the blond guy said.

"Single and not available," I muttered.

I quickly learned about these 5 guys. The blond guy was Uchiyama Haruhiko. Noda Takeshi was the punkish looking guy, Kumai Teruo was the big guy with a blond buzz cut, and Sawada Shin was the sleeping guy.

Minami was a player, not to my surprise, but was really stubborn when it came to having opinions of his own.

Uchiyama seemed pretty sensitive, though he tried really hard not to show it, and when he got mad, he got extremely mad.

Noda was the one who seemed to always have his camera and his mini PC with him. He was into fashion, which I found amusing, but was an interesting person to listen to.

Kumai was called Kuma by his friends, probably because his size made him comparable to a bear and his rough behavior. He ate a lot too.

And the silent one, Sawada. He always seemed bored and sleepy which was weird because he was also the leader of the group. They always listened to him.

Though they were a ragtag bunch, they immediately adopted me into their group. I enjoyed the way that our conversations were easygoing and carefree.

"So where's the teacher?" I asked.

The door slammed open at that moment. In walked the most extraordinary teacher I would ever meet in my life.

But I didn't know that. Yet.

*Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu: the closest translation would be "nice to meet you"

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I'm Reisa. I posted this story at winglin a while back, but now winglin is acting up, so I thought I'd post it here.
The story will follow the drama rather closely, with a few OCs and pretty much all of the original cast. Gokusen is one of my favorite dramas, so I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this.