Nope, wasn't happening. I did not just look at him. I was just looking at the daily special which happens to be right above his head. Yup, that's what happening.

"Joey, what are you doing?" asked Yugi, as he caught Joey mumbling to himself and shaking his head.

"Wha… uh, nothing," he said, quickly focusing his attention back to his lunch meat surprise. "Why would you ask that?"

"You just seem really distracted lately, are you really alright?" Yugi asked. Being the person and friend he was Yugi was genuinely worried about Joey.

Yeah, thanks Yug. I suppose I am being a bit obvious.

"Yeah, of course Yug," he smiled, "Never been better."

"Alright then," Yugi said shrugging if off.

Geez Joey, get a grip.

He looked around at the table. Tristan, Tea and Yugi were all engrossed in their conversations or argument about the recent homework assignment their teacher had given them. Joey knew not to even bother listening. He knew he wouldn't do the stupid thing and probably would fail that subject anyway. It wasn't like he could help it, he just never had any determination to do this thing called homework, although he could easily do it and pass, but why bother?

Sighing Joey started to look around the school cafeteria and to his surprise he found himself staring into the blue eyes of an enemy he knew well too much. His stare was returned by the other boy, until the boy sneered at him and quickly looked down. Joey, as well, quickly looked back to his friends, his face flushed a bit.

Damn you Kaiba, why were you looking at me?

"Hey, Joey," said Tristan, "somebody got your attention over there?"

Yes

"Hell no, I'm just bored as ever," answered Joey folding his arms on the table and placing his chin over them. He let his blond bangs fall over his eyes; hopefully they would hide the red he felt on his face.

"Then maybe you should work on your homework like the rest of us and stop looking at you know…" replied Tristan.

Crap

"You know who?" challenged Joey raising his head.

"You want me to say it? Because I'm pretty sure everyone here can figure it out,"

Shut up Tristan, you don't know the half of it.

"I don't need this; you guys have fun doing your lame brained stupid…" Joey couldn't even finish, he face was heating up and he had to get out of there. He stood up hastily and started heading towards the exit.

"Joey, wait, Tristan didn't mean anything," called out Tea after him.

But Joey didn't want to hear it, at least not now. He knew he could always come back to his friends but right now he had to go straighten out a few things.

Why do you have to sit right by the doors? You could have gone for the window seat.

The world seemed to slow down as Joey got closer to the brunette occupying the table right beside the doors. He looked up and Joey caught his breath. Face flushing he looked at his feet and quicken his pace; soon he'd be out of there.

"Where're you going, mutt?"

As if you care.

Joey stopped and glared at Kaiba, "As if someone needs your permission to use the bathroom, and stop calling me mutt."

Kaiba just returned Joey's glare. "Don't count on it, besides I think you're getting use to the name, it certainly fits you," he smirked.

I don't really mind, it's actually is kind of comforting

"I'm warning you Kaiba," he sneered, "Lay off with the insults."

Kaiba stood up, much to Joey's dismay, and crossed his arms. "Oh, but pup it's so easy to make fun of your stupidity. Where would be the fun if I stopped calling you that?"

No, please, I would never want you to stop.

"Shut up, you asshole," he said, shoving Kaiba out of the way. He face was started to flare up, out of anger or embarrassment he couldn't rightly tell. Which ever it was he sure as hell didn't want Kaiba seeing it.

"I know you don't mind it, after all when you look at someone more than ten times in one minute the subtleness begins to wear off."

You were counting?

Joey took off; he couldn't handle talking to Kaiba anymore. It wasn't that he was annoyed with him, it was that Kaiba knew. After running threw hallway after hallway, not really know where he was going, Joey stopped. He was panting from the running and his heart was constantly pounding. He leaned against the wall and slowly slide down it until he was crouching.

He must know, oh god please, he can't know. Why is this happening, it can't happen. We're so different.

Joey gasped for he had shouted the last thought out loud.

"If you think about it Wheeler, we're not so different."

"Kaiba," Joey's head snapped upwards.

How the hell did he follow me so fast?