A/N: Mmmhm…I wanted to get this up. I really don't know if this story will be a romance or not, but it is somewhat likely. Review, please! It makes me happy…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you don't recognize, and that's final.
Lying EyesThe music invaded her senses, traveling through her ears and settling itself into her dream, content to wake her up. With a groan, Lilith rolled over, ignoring the fact that she could barely breathe when she was facedown against the pillow. Her hand hit her desk as she searched for the music source, and she let out a sleepy, half-muffled curse. Finally, her groping hand discovered the alarm clock, and she chucked it across the room with surprising vigor.
She distantly heard the resounding crash of the clock breaking, but the thought faded from her foggy mind as her comforter wrapped around her, its warmth soothing her into a gentle sleep.
Much later, she rolled over again, her eyes opening slowly, struggling against the heaviness of her eyelids. She took in the sunlight shining around the cracks in her blackout curtain, and rubbed her eyes.
"What time is it?" she muttered, turning to look at her clock. She blinked as she noticed it wasn't there. "Oh, damn, I broke another one." With a yawn, she climbed out of her bed, sliding on a pair of fluffy black slippers. With lethargic movements, she cleaned up the multiple shards of her clock, tossing the remains into her trashcan.
She stretched, wandering out into the hall to check the clock. She blinked. 8:45. How wonderful. She'd missed the beginning of the school day. She sighed.
Forty minutes later, she was driving to school, listening to some quiet Mozart to keep her from getting jittery. Even with the relaxing melody, she found herself twirling her hair, a habit she'd never been able to break. With a sigh, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, and concentrated on driving. And she had never been happier that she did.
She cursed as the limo cut her off, slamming on her brakes, quickly checking the license plate number that was coming closer. She missed rear-ending the offending vehicle by two feet. She pressed her horn, letting the continuous blare alert the driver of her feelings. "Bastard needs to learn how to drive," she said, pulling out of her lane and speeding up, flicking the limo off as she went by.
She finally pulled into the high school's parking lot, pulling her keys out and hooking them onto the bracelet on her left hand. She strode into the main office, sending a tiny smile to the secretary.
"Hi. I'm Lilith Freeman, and today's my first day here," she said, watching the secretary type her name into the computer. The man looked up at her, frowning.
"You're late," he said, his lips in a tight line. Lil rolled her eyes.
"Thank you, I had no idea of that. Now, if you get me the schedule, I won't be any later," she said, eyeing him, trying to gauge his reaction. With a sigh, the man pulled out a schedule and handed it to the girl.
"Thanks, Ennui-san," she said with a small wave, walking out. She glanced down at her schedule, pushing her light brown hair out of her eyes. "Room 276. English," she read off, checking to make sure it wasn't her first period, and that it was indeed her third.
She wandered down the hall, in no hurry to reach the oppressive classroom that she would be stuck in for the rest of the year. She ran a hand through her hair as she finally reached the forbidding wooden door, and then sighed. With a small smile, she opened the door and stepped in, noticing the silence that fell quickly.
She smiled to herself. No matter what school, this never changed. Bring someone into a room unexpectedly, and silence will fall, save for a few whispers. Heads will turn, eyes will scan, and minds will begin to judge.
"Can I help you?" the teacher asked. Lil blinked, turning to look at the man. He looked relatively young, no more than twenty-eight, with longish blonde hair and smiling brown eyes. Lilith shrugged and noted that the man's tone suggested he took didn't take anything from anyone, no matter what his eyes said.
"Is this English, with Levesque-san?" she wondered aloud, her eyes fixed on the teacher. The man nodded.
"Nice. I'm Lilith Freeman."
Brian Levesque glanced at his desk, taking the attendance sheet off of the organized item. He scanned the list and found her name, along with a symbol denoting that she was a new student. He frowned, his eyes flaring somewhat.
"You're rather late, Lilith."
The girl shrugged. "Yeah, I know. Sorry about that." He sighed.
"Lilith, I have a rule in my class. Being tardy is not acceptable. You'll have to serve detention with me this afternoon. Do you understand?" Lilith rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever." The teacher frowned at her, and she smiled sweetly back at him.
"Introduce yourself to the class, and tell us something about yourself," he said, watching her intently. He barely caught the quick flicker of displeasure in her expression, but it quickly disappeared as she turned to face the class.
"Hey. I'm Lilith Freeman. Call me whatever you want, doesn't matter to me. That's it," she said softly, scanning the faces of her classmates. She was getting some odd looks, mostly due to her outfit, which was not the hideous pink and blue school uniform, seeing as she had yet to get one. Instead, she had decided on black pants with a white shirt, a bow tie, and a black bowler hat.
"Very well then, take a seat next to Yami," Levesque said, pointing to the empty seat next to the boy. Lilith blinked, and then adjusted her book bag, walking down the aisle without a word. She slid into the seat, sending a tiny smiling at the boy with tri-colored hair, who returned it. Levesque handed her a worksheet, and she noticed that everyone around her had one already.
"Get started, Freeman-san," he said in a clipped tone. She resisted the urge to sneer at him. She pulled the pencil out of her hair, feeling the loose French twist loosen more, and then hold. She eyed the worksheet, biting her lip as it teased her, the words running together. She couldn't concentrate.
She could almost feel the clock ticking, but she couldn't bring the pencil down on the paper. She zoned out, her mind back at her house, sorting through her paperwork. She jumped as she heard the classroom door open and close. Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a tall body and chestnut hair.
"Kaiba-san, you're late. Please take a seat and complete this worksheet," Levesque said, his voice calm. Lilith waited for the detention to make an appearance, but it never came. Her mouth dropped open.
She placed her hands on the table, readying herself to stand, but before she got anywhere, a hand landed on top of hers. She stopped, looking at the boy-Yami, she remembered- who shared the black table with her.
He moved his chair closer so he could whisper in her ear without attracting attention. "Don't do it," he murmured, his crimson eyes scolding her. She frowned at him.
"Why the hell not? That's favoritism!" she hissed. He sighed and shook his head, sending his spiky hair waving from side to side.
"I agree. It's awful, but you'll simply end up with detention, or suspension. And that's not a good thing on your first day," he said simply, obviously hoping that she'd accept his reasoning. Lilith smirked.
"Yeah, so? Stand up for what is right, even if you stand alone!" she murmured, and before he could stop her, she shot up, her chair rasping against the cold floor.
"What is it, Lilith?" She glared at the teacher, indignant that he would take such a light tone with her. This matter was of the utmost importance to her. She didn't bother to glance at her classmates, or the person who had come in late. She was focused on her adversary.
"I wish to know why on earth I was issued a detention on my first day of school for being late, while he," –she motioned to the teen who had come in late, who was sitting in the front row, looking rather bored- "he gets off with nothing," she said, her eyes flashing.
Levesque glanced at her, annoyance flashing on his face. "The discipline of any student is my decision, Lilith," he said, his tone suggesting that this was the last he wanted to hear of it. She scowled at him.
"Yes, but when a student is in violation of a rule, it is your job to discipline them correctly. If this is his first violation, I suppose a warning would be acceptable. However, since today is my first day, and therefore my first violation, I should have the same discipline. Does that make sense to you, Levesque-san, or are you simply being sexist?" she huffed, plopping down into her seat.
She watched in interest as the man's pale skin began to grow red in rage. Yami sighed next to her. "That really wasn't the smartest thing for you to do," he murmured.
"Detention, Lilith!" She shot upwards, slamming her hands down on the desk with a resounding thud.
"Excuse me?" Something in her voice made every student turn to look at her. There was a velvet sigh in there, a dangerous peek into the girl that might be hiding within her. Levesque didn't notice.
"I said, detention. If you do not take a seat right now, it will be a trip to the office." She glared at him. Yami tugged on her sleeve gently, pulling her down. The teacher awarded him with a smile.
"Thank you, Yami. Do try to talk some sense into her," he said, looking down his nose at the irate girl. After two or three minutes of whispering, she stood up again.
"That's it, Freeman! Office, right now!" The teacher barked, his liquid brown eyes flashing with rage. The girl smirked, and tipped her hat to him, striding out the door. Levesque turned to Yami.
"Did she not listen to you?" he asked, his voice smoldering. Yami shrugged.
"Actually, she said something about going to the office to complain," he said, watching the pale man's face drop.