Two cowboys in school uniforms, wind blowing in their hair. No horses to ride- skipping over the cowpies, and surveying the land for tail. Will the school uniforms just magically blow up by the power of the wind god and the goddess of luck? Joey could only hope.

"Pay attention, this is important. These girls, they divide themselves up into cliques. You've got your artsy ones, sporty ones, wallflowers, goths, cheerleaders, brainiacs...think of this school like a Baskin Robbins, and you gotta pick the flavor. It's a blank pizza, and you gotta pick the toppings." Duke said majestically, pointing at each and every girl that emerged from the front doors of Domino High.

"What are you, hungry?" Joey grunted. "You wanna go eat? It's lunch time."

"It's a good metaphor." Duke waved at one of the girls who had caught a glimpse of him and was now waving at him enthusiastically. "You know what that word means? Metaphor?"

"Stop talkin' about food." Joey folded his arms across his chest, eyes on the teems of people exiting the school. "I don't want to eat em."

A distasteful joke died in Duke's throat, and he proceeded. "Some girls don't define themselves so strictly. Maybe they hit the softball diamond one day and paint a bowl of fruit the next. Ace the math test by day, cut themselves to mournful music by night. Now, I'm telling you this because it defines how you gotta talk to them. The cheerleaders, they're after a status symbol. The brains? They want the smart guy. Imagine you're a salesman, selling yourself, you gotta construct a different pitch for each type. Does that make sense?"

"I get it! They are girls so I should treat them special and stuff. I already know that. Move on." Joey's whole body tensed up in an annoyed tizzy.

"No need to get angry." Duke grabbed Joey's hand. "So rough." His thumb rubbed over Joey's palms up to his fingertips before fully embracing it with his long graceful fingers.

"Well, I do a lot of work around the house and- uhh. Umm,"Joey continued to sputter and pull at Duke's tight grip. "Let go!" Duke continued to drag Joey until they reached the front doors.

"Now, I need you to just flow with me here and go with whatever I happen to say. I promise, you will have girls all over you for the entire morning." Duke's gaze seemed to go right through Joey. Part of Joey wanted to kick his ass and the other... well, he would never admit to that. Inside the school, Joey could feel his face turn beet red. Duke looked back and smirked and then his fangirls crowded around him.

"Hey ladies," Duke gave a wink and a smile to his loyal fans.

All the girls made swooning sounds. "Who do you have there, Duke?" one girl asked. She smiled sweetly with her hands behind her back. All of the girls looked at her than at Duke, all waiting for an answer that would satisfy them. Duke started to twirl a part of his hair with one finger.

Joey's heart raced. All these girls just saw him holding hands with this guy and now...wait... he is[was?] still holding hands with Duke! Joey's hand began to clam up. With his other hand he tried to release himself from Duke's grasp but instead of gaining his freedom from Duke, Duke just grabbed Joey's other hand.

"Oh, this?" He pulled on Joey's other arm so they would face him. He pointed at Joey. The girls all waited in utter silence. Then Duke shook his ponytail and rocked back a shoulder giving the girl "The Look". To Joey's horror, Duke's face got real close to his own. "This is my boyfriend."

Joey pushed off from Duke. All the girls squealed. Duke let go of Joey's hand. Joey was in total shock. But girls were surrounding him, fussing over him. Why? Didn't it- wasn't what- he just- gay?

But, the girls loved him. They surrounded him. They gave him their numbers? Joey was in complete shock. He had... numbers...of girls.

"Call me! So cute! I love you!" the girls' voices all seemed to melt together. It completely overwhelming for Joey who had before this incident, never received positive female attention.

When the first bell rang most of the girls skipped off to class and Joey looked at Duke in astonishment. Joey's face was a jumble of emotions.

"Better get to class, Joey, or else," Duke put one hand on his shoulder, trailed a finger accrossed to the other shoulder. Duke skillfully held out his other in the opposite direction allowing for one lucky girl to grab hold, "you'll be late."

Joey held out one hand just as Duke had. Out of no where appeared a very pretty girl he had seen in class. "You want me to walk you to class?" she asked with a sheepish smile.

"Uh... sure?" Joey blushed and just couldn't believe what had just happened. A girl was escorting him to class.

But Joey was brought back to reality when the girl said "So, have you kissed Duke yet?"

"I-I don't swing tha-" I'm not gay! Oh shit- what are the guys going to think? Kaiba... FUCK. Duke just gave him a million years of ammo! I am going to murder that guy!

"Oh," she said. "Waiting until the time is right? How cute. No need to be shy." She snuggled his arm. "You know, I really like you. If you ever decide..." She trailed off shyly.

Joey remained silent. Now, the entire female populace at Domino High thought he was gay. But... they all loved him. What weird magic was this?