Authors note: Well, this one toook a little more time, and some help, but I got it done and im satisfied. Tell me what ya think. :)

Heero's P.O.V

"It's you!"

I sighed as I pushed his pointing finger out of my face. 'Of course I would see the idiot that pushed me down this morning'

"Are you done staring at me? Or are just going to be rude?"

I watched as he cleanched his fists and turned away from me and walked away, leaving his other two friends to deal with me.

The little blonde ran after Duo, leaving the tall one still standing there looking at me. I looked at him. He acted like he had no emotion as he turned and walked towards his other two friends.

"Come." Is all I heard from him as I followed after him and up to the little blonde and the one known as Duo. We came up to the two talking about me.

"But Quatre, hes rude, and obviously doesn't even want to deal with anyone! He's probably just a rich snob like most of the kids here!"

The little blonde, who's name I now know is Quatre, sighed and shook his head, then turned toward me and his other friend. He offered me a smile.

"Hello, my name is Quatre, and this is Trowa." He gestured to the tall silent one. I looked at them, not intending to answer. The little blonde ignored my silence and kept on talking as if I had answered him. "Well, today were supposed to play basketball." Quatre turned to Duo. "Duo, want to do winner plays you again?"

I watched as he grinned. "Heck yea!"

Quatre turned to me. "That okay with you?"

I shrugged and walked to the bleachers and sat down, assuming the other's would go first. Duo sat a few feet away form me and watched as the others streched their arms and talked quietly to themselves. Then they started their game.

Eventually Trowa won the game between the two. As expected since he was so much taller. But Quatre had fun during the game and you could tell by his smiling face. Then I went up against Trowa. I can't say he didn't give me a challenge. He did have hight over me, but still, he wasn't too sure of himself so he hesitated a lot, which gave me a huge advantage over him. Causing me to win. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and watched as Duo stood up, lightly streching his arms. He grinned at me as he stood in front of me.

"Lets have a nice clean game. Okay?"

I nod slowly, wondering if he is telling the truth or not. He passed me the ball, signaling to start. I dribble the ball, wondering if he was any good. I start to go to his left but he quickly steals the ball from me, which makes me surprised as he goes around me with ease and scores. He turns toward me and grins again. I glare at him and grab the ball from his hands, getting a cheeky grin in return.

'I wont let him win that easily.'

I toss him the ball to start, and he starts dribbling and goes quickly to my left. I jerked the opposite way, knowing he would fake me out, which of course he did, allowing me to steal the ball from him. I dribbled to the hoop, with him right beside me, I jumped up, preparing to toss it in the hoop. But then I felt a pressure on my chest and I looked down at him reaching for the ball, jumping just high enough to move the ball out of the way, but also jumping in a way to make it so he and I were falling backwards.

I fell on my back, causing the air to get knocked out of me. I hardly noticed the extra pressure on my chest until I opened my eyes. I looked down to see a pair of violet eyes looking up at me. His chesnut brown hair, fell in his face, and his braid was hanging over his sholder. I stared into his eyes for a few seconds, forgetting who I was and where I was at. I was too focused on the flickering emotions in those violet orbs, that is, until he looked away and quickly got up.

"Sorry, didn't mean for that to happen...Again." He apologizes softly, sheepisly rubbing the back of his neck with a wry grin, though his eyes are looking anywhere but at me.

I looked up at him, confused, until I got my thoughts back, having still been lost in a sea of violet. Quatre and Trowa walked over to us. Trowa offering his hand to help me up and Quatre looking at us worriedly.

"Are you two okay?" He asked worriedly. It wasn't until then, while still looking at Duo, that I noticed the crease in his forehead and the differance in his stance.

I shrugged my sholders, tearing my eyes away and started to head to the locker room, as the coach blew on his whistle to signal it was time to stop playing ball. I heard Quatre ask Duo what was wrong but I didn't hear his answer as I stepped into the locker room, the door shutting behind me, effectively putting a barriar between myself and Duo.