AN: Mokuba doesn't exist in this universe. Sorry to anyone who likes him.
Disclaimer: If I owned either of these characters, I wouldn't be blowing off my homework to do this. I'd pay someone else to do it for me (my homework, not the story).
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Gym class ended, and everyone wandered into the locker rooms to change. Seto finished changing, and wandered on to his next class, to caught up in his angst (AN: lol. Emo Kaiba) to notice the stares and laughs he was getting. It wasn't until he sat down in his next class that Seto realized what had happened to his coat. Someone had died it bright pink, and had written "Man Whore" on the back in large purple letters. That was the last straw. Seto ran for the door, no longer caring if anyone saw him crying.
Drake was on his way to English class when he was suddenly knocked to the floor by a pink blur. Guessing that Seto had seen what had happened to his jacket, Drake followed him down the hall, thinking to get a video of the other teen's reaction to laugh at later (AN: Wow, I'm making Drake into a real ass.). However, when he caught up with Seto, the other boy wasn't frantically calling for new clothes or trying to hide. He had collapsed in front of some lockers and was bawling his brains out, not caring that people were stopping to stare at him. This hadn't been the reaction Drake was expecting at all. He had expected the other boy to be humiliated a bit, not to start crying like someone had kicked his puppy.
Seto couldn't move. He knew people were staring at him, but his legs just wouldn't work. Why? What had he ever done to deserve this? He hadn't asked those girls to fuss over him. He hadn't even liked it. Why couldn't he see that? Suddenly, Seto felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw Drake through a blur of tears. Wiping his eyes quickly, Seto asked, "What do you want"? "I wanted to apologize." Drake said, not sure why he was doing this, only sure that he didn't like watching the other boy cry. "Really?" Seto sniffed. "Yea." Drake said "Next time I'll use gold paint" At that Seto's legs suddenly started working again and he ran out of the school, the sound of Drake's mocking laughter ringing in his ears.
Back at the school, Drake was too busy laughing to notice the very angry crowd of teenage girls slowly drawing closer.
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LOL. Bet you thought I was gonna make Drake be nice. gets hit in the head with the mighty rock of we love Seto-ness Owowowowowowow ok ok. I'll make him be nice next chapter. Geez
Review people. I can't make Drake be nice if my muse starves to death.