Chapter One: Blabber Blubber

I stumbled to my locker, it was way to early to be out of bed. What was I thinking staying up that late? Today promised to be an extra boring day but no matter, at least I had someone to look at. Yeah…I'll get to that part later.

"Hey Ryou!" I threw my book bag in my locker, and turned around to find Yugi's cheery face staring at me. It was way too early to be that cheery. But there he was, like this was the best day of his life…as always. Of course, I guess when you're dating the most popular guy in the school you have something to smile about. Stupid Yugi. Okay…no, no, I'm not jealous because I want Yami's hot buns. Just jealous that I'm apparently a hideous beast that no one wants.

Okay, Ryou, time to stop feeling sorry for yourself. I shake myself out of my odd thoughts to listen to the tail end of Yugi's conversation about what him and Yami did last night.

"…and then Ryou, oh my gosh, you wouldn't believe what he did next! He brought a vibrator!" Yugi broke out in a fit of giggles. I just rolled my eyes, trying to take those images out of my mind. Seriously…did he really think I wanted to know all that?

"Oh my god Ryou, have you ever used one of those, its like a—hey Malik!" Oh thank god I didn't have to hear the rest of that sentence as Malik waved us over. We sat on either side of him waiting for class to start. The three of us always tended to get to class early so we could talk about whatever before our day of torture began.

Yugi started his story over to tell Malik all about his night. Malik smiled politely as Yugi babbled on and on, but was meanwhile busy pretending to hang himself, shoot himself, and some other more gruesome deaths for my entertainment.

Malik and I used to date but now we're just friends. We dated just about all through high school until we realized that we worked better as friends. Although, I still think he has the cutest pair of buns I've ever seen, oh and his skin! He tells me mine is nice, he's crazy, I'm like a ghost, I'd much rather have my skin look like creamy caramel. Of course, my someone has the best skin of all. Okay…that sounded weird. Like I'm going to skin him or something.

My thoughts were again interrupted when he walked through the door. Okay…so my big confession. I am utterly and totally head over heels in love with a man named.

Bakura.

Just his name sends shivers down my spine. I'm such a girl sometimes.

He strolls into that classroom every day like he owns the world. I wish he owned me. I give a big sigh and rest my hand on my chin as I watch him take his seat, high-fiveing that kid Marik as he saunters through the classroom. The epitome of masculinity, he wears these tight shirts that outline his chiseled chest and his hair, just as white as snow always messy and sticking out at odd angles but as though every piece was skillfully placed that way.

Problem is he doesn't even know I exist. I watch him carefully, blocking out Yugi's voice as I watch him lean casually back in his seat with this smirk. He's scanning the room and…crap…he caught me looking at him. I quickly avert my eyes, pretending to be surveying the room as well. I look at him out of the corner of my eye to see if its safe to look, but he's still looking at me. Why is he looking at me?

Don't get your hopes up now, Ryou. You probably have food on your face and he's thinking how stupid you look. I feel my face sneakily…okay…nothings there. I decide to look at him and he gives me this smirk…no not a smile, a smirk. I smile back at him and then avert my eyes again, my heart is going to explode if it doesn't stop beating so damn fast!

I quickly pretend to be busy taking notes on paper, but really I'm just doodling. Maybe he won't notice. Just when I think its safe I see a shadow fall on the desk and look up. It's him. He's staring down at me…smirking…again. And I just stare at him like an idiot. He says something but my brains so messed up I have no idea what he just said. I continue staring at him, I see these words coming out of his mouth but its like they are in some other language.

"Isr theskw a reskdi yoyd dtsring ta me?"

"What?" I say in confusion, trying to shake myself out of my coma.

"I said…is there a reason you are staring at me?"

"Oh…um…no...no…I--I wasn't...I mean…I--I--I," he's staring at me so…hard, "I di-didn't--I mean…sorry."

He looks at me a little bit longer and then he just…leaves. He just walks back to his seat! I finally breathe, I don't think I had the whole time he was over here. Then I feel a nudge from Yugi who wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. I hate when he does that. So for the rest of the day I think about the encounter. He didn't look at me for the rest of the day, I would know, I was staring at him the whole time, but more discretely this time.

The rest of the day was also Malik and Yugi making fun of me, every time I asked them a question they would stutter the whole thing. The jerks. All day having to hear how my face was as red as a tomato and how I was panting. I was not panting!

I stand at my locker, throwing my books in a little harder than was necessary. Muttering to myself like I tend to do when I get angry.

"Tough day?"

"Oh, hi Dartz." Dartz' locker was right next to mine.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh same ole same ole. Just making a fool of myself." He laughs as he swings his locker shut.

"Have a good day." He waves goodbye, swishing his long aqua hair over his shoulder.

The end of another day. But at least now my someone knows I exist…even if it is as a blubbering idiot.

TBC

AN: Well, let me know what you think please! Love hearing your thoughts! I'm hoping this story won't distract me too much from my one shot series. But I'm excited with my ideas for this story: )