Rock, Paper, Scissors...

Disclaimer: I do not, or will not own death note... I'll just ruin it with my stupidness...-_-

I groaned, as I sat up. A was frowning, intensely at a book in front of him.
Oh, god, he spent all night at that same spot..I frowned at him, letting the sheets rest at my bare waist. He wasn't paying attention to me, too absorbed in the book. I pursed my lips, silently creeping out of bed. I tip toed behind him, and grinned.
Seesh, this boy has bad perception skills...

"Whatcha doing!" I grabbed his shoulders, and he let out a yelp. He turned around to glare at me, his purplish bags under his eyes only emphasized that he was tired. "Ass hole, you were supposed to go to sleep." I chide him, letting go of his shoulders. I drifted off the my drawer, hearing A snort.

"Yes, so what? I need to study for the test today." He muttered, as his sentence ended with a yawn. I gave him a pointed look, as I pulled out a random shirt and jeans. "Why should you care? You slacker." He sounded annoyed, and I gave him a devil may care grin.

"I'm the slacker? Maybe if I stayed up all night long, and pass out during class, maybe." He narrowed his eyes, licking his lips. I rolled my eyes, as he tried to give me another glare. "And more so, I bet that if I did that, everyone would be staring at me with hungry looks." He blinked, before letting out a choked chuckle.

"B? You're ego's so big, that it's going to fall on you." I made a small noise, looking at myself in the mirror, turning to A."Why would they be staring at you, o king of jam?" I smirked, gathering my things.

"Cause, a tired B is a hot B." I frowned, as I put my books in a bag."How did this conversation turn to me?" A shrugged, stretching. He cringed, hearing a very loud pop in a lot of places. I raised an eyebrow, as he rubbed his back.

"Hm...ow, that hurt." He stated, giving on mournful look at the book in front of him. Biology. I rolled my eyes."...Why are you in a rush?" He asked, and I gave him a grin, hand on the door knob.

"Did you see that pretty girl? I'm going to sit next to her." I grinned, as I ruffled my own hair."Gotta look my best, ya' know?" A pursed his lips, frowning.

"I want to sit next to her." I looked heavenward.

"Very funny, A." I let out a humorless laugh. He raised an eyebrow.

"What's so funny about it? I want to sit next to a pretty girl." I glowered, tilting my head."B? Don't bitch. We'll settle this the old way." I blinked, licking my lips. "Rock, Paper, Scissors." Ah. I grinned, and tossed my bag on the bed, and strode over there.

"Okay, I'm game." I held out my hands, as I curled my right hand into a fist. He mimicked the position, and we both stated the childish words.

"Rock"
"Paper."
"Scissors..."
"Shoot!"

I smirked, as I caught his paper with my scissors. He frowned, as he looked up into my eyes.

"Two out of three!" I nodded, and again, we repeated what we said.

"...Damn." I stared, at his scissors. He gave me a boyish grin, a taunting grin. I beat back my annoyance with a very small stick, and forced to give him a small smile.

"Again?" He offered. I nodded.

I stared, as he covered my fist with his..'paper'. He laughed.

"I sit next to the pretty girl!" He smiled."That's appropriate, seeing as of that I'm always first..." I glowered, and turned around."B? Are you-" I punched him, as he fell to the floor. He was unconscious. I grinned, with delight, as I crouched down next to him.

"Oh, sorry...Thought your paper would defend you, number one!" I picked up my bag, and left the room.

The next day, people where whispering at A's black eyes, as I giggled at his glares.