Hello all! I'm back with an update. Why so soon? Well I was trying to update on my b-day, but I didn't finish in time. Oh well I'm now halfway legal and this is the second story I updated now that I'm 18. LoL I hope you like it.
Watch out for language and Mokuba's innuendo LoL (that's why it's rated T)
A Trip To Domino High
Rebecca sat on the passenger side of Sabrina's convertible staring down at the geometry book sitting in her lap. She was trying to force herself not to fall asleep right then and there because of her episode the previous night. She had tossed and turned most of the night because of night terrors, which involved silently crying to herself. Her puppy—now named Hanzel after the fairy tale—laid near the bed all night and occasionally licked her hand as if he knew what was bothering her and was trying to calm her down. Nothing truly worked though, not even hugging the teddy bear her father had given to her when she was five.
Her grip on the textbook became tighter as she tried not to break down and cry over her sad childhood memories. Rebecca sat back in her seat and stared up at the cloudless sky; crying wouldn't help the situation at all, that's why she gave it up a long time ago. She glanced over at her friend humming to herself while fixing her hair in the rearview mirror, which was futile anyway because once she started driving the wind would ruin it again.
"These nuts are so good Becky."
Rebecca sighed. "Stop it Sabrina."
"No really they are… for cafeteria food anyway."
"Sabrina…"
"They leave a salty aftertaste in your mouth though."
"Sabrina would you cut it out!"
"I'm sorry," she laughed. "I couldn't resist. Nuts?… I mean peanuts, do you want some?"
"No."
Sabrina smiled at her friend. "So are you going in or what?"
Rebecca sighed and buried her face in her hands. "Can you do it for me? Please Sabrina?"
"I love would love to Becky, but unlike you all my classes are in the afternoon, so I have a final to take, and I just have enough time make it there. You know my teachers are real anal about tardiness." Sabrina touched her shoulder. "Listen, you don't even have to see him, just go into the office and say you want to leave something for Mokuba Kaiba, then leave. If that doesn't work then just walk in and hand it to him, coz you look more like a high-schooler than I do." She grinned. "So go… out of my car. I need to leave."
Rebecca reluctantly opened the door and stepped onto the curb. "Bye Sabrina," she said as she closed the door. "Good luck on your final."
"Thanks! See ya!" she called as she sped away.
Rebecca stared at the convertible until it was out of sight. She regretted taking his book, seeing him fully, and working for him—well for his brother, nevertheless she still had to see him—so there she stood in front of Domino High School clutching the book she had accidentally taken the night before. Sabrina told her that Mokuba said he needed his book by lunchtime because his class was right after lunch. She took a deep breath then entered the gates of the high school.
Rebecca walked through the courtyard then up the steps to the main building, passing various students talking, playing hacky-sac, and listening to music. She pressed against the door and entered the school; she glanced around a bit before noticing signs pointing her in the direction of the main office. While following the arrows to the office she observed couples attempting to hide from the kids walking down the hallway so that they could have the privacy to make-out. "This isn't very different from college, except no one tries to hide…" she thought to herself as she finally reached attendance office. "Excuse me?" she asked politely to the woman typing on the computer.
"Yes?" the woman replied with her eyes still glued to the computer screen.
Rebecca set the book on the counter. "Could I leave this here for Mokuba Kaiba?"
The woman typed a few more words then hit the Enter key. "Why don't you go find him, I'm sure he's in the cafeteria." She bent down and picked up her purse. "It's my lunch break."
"I… I have to leave. So can I just leave it?"
"Uhhh…fine…" she shrugged. "Susan?" she called referring to the woman dressed in a blue T-shirt and white shorts, with a walkie-talkie on her hip. It was obvious she worked at the school as some kind of guard duty or hall monitor.
Susan walked over and lifted her shades. "Yeah? What is it?"
"Could you handle this? Thanks," she said as she headed off in the opposite direction.
"No respect." She turned to Rebecca. "So what did you need?"
Rebecca took a step back. Something about this person was a little intimidating. "I just need to give this to Mokuba Kaiba," she answered.
"Ah. Let me find out where he is." She picked up her walkie-talkie. "Hey does anyone see Mokuba around? Send him to the office."
"Yeah I'll tell him." A voice said over the static.
"Good." Susan looked at Rebecca again. "So what's your name?"
"Re—"
The voice came over the static again cutting her answer short. "We need you out here in the courtyard Sue. The boys are fighting again."
"Alright. Look just wait for your friend here ok?"
"No… I can't!" Rebecca called after the intimidating woman; it was too late, she was already off to handle a more important matter, well important in her eyes; Rebecca's matter was of different importance that no one seemed to understand. She sighed and slid the geometry book off the counter; why did every god in the universe hate her? Why doesn't she just leave? There's a chance Mokuba would find the book, and all he has to do is open it to see that it's his; his name is written all over the only page a student is allowed to write in the book, so it isn't easy to miss. And even if he didn't get it because someone decided to pick it up and walk away with it, did it really matter? He had more than enough money to replace a sixty-dollar book.
"Hey 'becca."
Rebecca's head shot up. It was official, ever god in the universe did in fact hate her, why else would everything that could go wrong, does? She turned to him slowly unable to say anything, and to make things worse, her eyes kept glancing at that part of him that she wasn't meant to see.
Mokuba took notice of this and grinned. "See something you like down there? Maybe you would prefer if I take off these uniform pants."
"No! Cut it out Mokuba!"
"Good one," AJ laughed standing off to the right of him.
"Yeah… maybe you guys should use one of the classrooms," Terry added standing off to the left.
Rebecca's eyes widened for a moment. "He told them? He told them! That jerk!" she thought to herself.
"Hey cut it out, she has more class than that." Mokuba tilted his head and smiled a little. "So what did'ya come to visit me for?"
She held out his book and smiled a bit, she couldn't help it, he did defend her… sort of. "I accidentally took your book."
"Oh that." He took the book from her and handed it to Terry. "You see the thing about that is…" He snaked his arm around her tiny waist and started to head back to the cafeteria. "I didn't really need it. We get two sets of books, one for home and one for school. …I just wanted an excuse to see you 'becca."
Rebecca glared at him. "I warned you about calling me that." She freed herself from his hold on her. "Look, I would have seen you tonight, I don't see…" She narrowed her eyes. "Stop laughing."
"I can't help it 'becca," Mokuba laughed. "You don't know what I'm thinking."
"I don't want to know."
He placed his arm around her shoulders. "Let me buy you lunch 'becca."
"One: stop calling me 'becca, and two: I have more important things to do than to socialize with a high-schooler."
"I'd call that a burn," Terry chuckled.
"Come on 'becca, I know you have nothing to do."
Rebecca sighed. He was right, the only person waiting for her at home was her mother, and she wasn't exactly fond of the fact that her grandfather was trying to force them to spend time together. So that was her dilemma, spend time with her so-called mother, or with Mokuba; she chose Mokuba. "Fine, but I'm not staying long. I have finals to study for and sleep to catch up on," she added as she reluctantly followed him through the halls of the school.
"Huh-hun… right 'becca. You remember my boys: AJ and Terry." Rebecca nodded. "They're the other members of my band." Mokuba took her hand and led her to an empty table in the cafeteria full of students carrying on in different conversations that involved who's with who, and the latest gossip.
"I don't think she's heard us play Mokuba," AJ pointed out. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and slid it over the table. "Our band is playing on Thursday."
Rebecca glanced at the flyer. "Does your brother know you're throwing a party?"
"Of course not. He's outta town. So are you going to come to my party?" She didn't respond. "Well you think about it, I'm known for my parties 'becca." Mokuba smiled at her. "So what do you want to eat?"
"I don't eat cafeteria food, it's unhealthy" she replied.
"You're fifteen years old, you are encouraged to eat unhealthy," Mokuba laughed.
"She's fifteen?" Terry asked. "You're fifteen? Mokuba I thought you only go after senior—"
"No Terry! Don't say it." He rolled his eyes. "Freshmen."
She shrugged. "I don't care, we're not together. I'm with Leon remember?"
Mokuba's heart stopped for a moment, but he kept his cool.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked looking around.
"Yeah 'becca I'll have sex with you, it'll cost you though."
Rebecca narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to ignore that. Why is every guy at this school wearing a blue uniform except for you?"
Mokuba placed his hands on her shoulders so she would face him. "You need to understand something 'becca: I'm Mokuba Kaiba. I own this school and I do what I want, besides black is better color on me, it brings out my eyes don't you think?"
"When he says own, he means by being popular."
"Terry. She knows what he means."
"Every girl he's said that to says: really? You own the school? How much did it cost?"
"Does she look like a fan girl to you?"
"You can never tell."
AJ dropped his shoulders. "Why do we hang out with you again?"
"I'm the other guitarist in the band."
Mokuba and Rebecca both looked at them, then back at each other. "Yeah so anyway, everyone is getting ready for homecoming."
"And we're hoping our lead singer here," AJ said leaning over the table. "Gets crowned prince."
Rebecca glanced over her shoulder at the group of girls giving her the evil eye. "What's with the girls over there?"
Mokuba stared in the direction she was referring to. "Oh them… psh… that's my fan club. They're harmless. They get suspicious of any girl I talk to alone."
"You have a fan club?"
"Yeah… I swear I told you that."
"I don't think so." She motioned her head behind him to the table with the girls wearing some black with their pink and green uniforms, which was against the rules. "What about them, they're looking over here?"
"My groupies."
Terry cleared his throat. "What was that Mokuba?"
He rolled his eyes. "All right. Our groupies."
"I see… what about the girls over there glaring at you?" Rebecca asked.
"Ah… the cheer squad. Well they've been hostile towards me ever since I broke up with their captain last week," Mokuba answered. "I'm waiting for an all out war to break out between them all," he laughed.
"That would be fun to see. Groupie versus fan girl… who will win?" AJ joked.
"Yeah… you know Mokuba, I better get going. I have to get home and study," Rebecca said standing up from the table. "See you later ok? Bye guys." She waved and headed out of the cafeteria.
Mokuba watched her leave and debated on whether he should go after her or not. Was there any point? She did say she was with Leon. Did she mean with him as in boyfriend and girlfriend? No… not after that short amount of time, he couldn't have been that charming, could he?
"You're just going to let her leave huh?" Terry asked snapping Mokuba back into reality.
"Don't do it Terry, let him handle this."
"It's obvious she wanted you to follow her man," he added ignoring AJ.
Mokuba stretched his arms above his head. "Nahh… I don't think so." He got up from the table and headed out the cafeteria. "I think I'll go make sure she found the exit ok."
"I told you to stay out of it."
"And I told you, he's in love with this girl." Terry got up from the table. "Come on let's go watch our Mokie make a fool out of himself."
"Too much Dr. Phil…" AJ shook his head.
Mokuba walked quickly down the corridors of the school looking for the blond that had captured his heart. "Damnit I'm starting to think like those annoying boy bands… fuck I don't want to turn into one them… writing songs about love and…" he thought to himself. "There she is." He had caught a glimpse of her just as she slipped out the main door to the school. He hurried after her, but tried not to make it obvious that he was. "Hey 'becca wait up!" he called when he walked outside.
Rebecca paused for a moment, turned to him, and then kept walking. Mokuba caught up to her and walked beside her. "I know you heard me."
"I did. I chose to ignore you. I hate that name 'becca."
"Ok. Rebecca, are you going to ignore me now?"
She stopped. "What do you want?"
Mokuba smirked. Usually she was careful with whatever she said to him, but today she didn't say anything about his innuendo. He stared into her eyes; something was different about her today, she seemed upset about something. Should he ask her? Yes, but first… "I want us to share a hotel room on prom night."
Rebecca sighed and continued walking. "You know Mokuba… you are really irritating."
"That's it? No yelling? No smack across the head?" He walked up to her and grabbed her wrist to make her face him. "What's wrong with you?" he asked as he released her.
"Nothing," she replied softly. She rested her back against the wall that surrounded the school. "I just don't have the energy to deal with you today."
Mokuba placed his hand on the wall above her shoulder and leaned close to her. "Something is up with you 'becca. I can tell. You know why? It's because whenever a girl says nothing is wrong, it means everything is wrong." She shook her head. "You've been crying haven't you? I can always tell when girls have been crying, it's a gift I have."
"A gift you have?" She shook her head. "You must think you're God's gift to women."
"Honestly, I think I'm God's gift to one woman," he smiled. Rebecca rolled her eyes. "It's called charm 'becca."
"You don't have it."
Mokuba backed off her a bit and flipped his long hair behind him. "Would you rather me act like fairy-boy, and shower you with useless gifts you aren't going to use. The flowers he gave you are going to wither in a week, and you are never going to eat the candy he gave you, it's just going to sit in the box and expire."
Rebecca sighed. "I don't like you making fun of Leon, and I don't like you not taking anything seriously. I also don't like the sexual crap you say to me every time we see each other. And do you know what annoys me the most?" Mokuba shook his head and smiled. "That you call me 'becca! That is the most irritating… thing… that you do to me!"
"You're forgetting the part where I try to kiss you."
"You didn't try—" That was a mistake, because before she could finish her sentence Mokuba pressed his lips against hers.
He couldn't lose her to him, he loved her too much, but damnit all, why couldn't he come out and tell her that? He pinned her wrists to the brick wall she was pressed up against, ignoring her struggle for him to release her. Why did he have to say it? With all her intelligence couldn't she tell that he fell for her a long time ago? Mokuba felt her calm down so he released her; he was shocked to feel her tiny hands sliding along his open uniform jacket. He rested his hands on her shoulders enjoying the feel of her soft skin. "Rebecca…" he uttered softly, his hair falling in his face.
"Mokuba…" She frowned and slapped him hard across the cheek.
"Ohhhh!" AJ laughed. "Shit! That sounded like it hurt."
"Mokuba is getting punked by a girl!" One of his peers yelled.
"Stop doing that to me!" Rebecca yelled a little breathless from their kiss. She couldn't believe she fell for him again. How could he do that to her every time? She pushed him out the way and stormed out of the school. Unbeknownst to him she had enjoyed their kiss… it was just… she didn't want to be that kind of girl.
"Why do you let her punk you?" AJ asked standing behind Mokuba.
Mokuba didn't respond. He knew she was upset about something and he knew he was the only one who could make her feel better. "I don't know AJ. There's something about her…"
"Out of all the girls you could have, you pick the one that doesn't want you." He patted his back. "Nice going, I think she hates you."
"Nahhh… she wants me, she's just playing hard to get. We've been playing this game since we were little," Mokuba smirked.
"I'd hate to ruin your trip down memory lane, but I think that was the bell," Terry said as he walked back toward school.
"Freshmen. Why does he hang with us again?"
"He's the other guitarist in our band."
"Couldn't we get rid of him?"
"Nahhh… AJ. You know he can play, and he helps with the lyrics. Besides he was better than all those wanna-be's who wanted to be our bass."
"I guess…" he shrugged. "Wanna ditch and just kick it?"
"Alright. Go get Terry."
"Freshmen… always gotta be early to class," AJ muttered as he headed back into the school.
Mokuba slipped out the gate quickly before one of the guard duties came by and demand to see his open-period sticker on his I.D. card. He walked down the block a bit and leaned against the wall surrounding the school. "Something was definitely wrong with her today…" He stared up at the clear blue sky. "I'll get her to talk to me."
Rebecca arrived at her house about twenty minutes later. She just decided to walk, since she lived so close to the school, that and because she wanted to delay anytime spent with her mother. She glanced at her phone as she walked through her front yard. "Sabrina…" She flipped open her phone and greeted her friend with a polite hello.
"So how did it go?"
Rebecca sighed. "He kissed me again."
"Omigod really? And I bet you kissed him back right?" Rebecca remained silent. "Ha! I knew it! This is so cute Becky."
"Cute? It's not cute." She sat down on the lawn furniture on her porch.
"Why not? You two want each other so bad…" Sabrina laughed.
"Sabrina! That's not true!"
"Rebecca… why else would you let him kiss you? You know for a girl doesn't like it when a guy gives you mixed messages, you are sure sending him some."
Rebecca stood up and unlocked the door to her house. She didn't want to answer her friend after that last comment, so she just listened to her repeat her name over and over again as she entered the house. She noticed her mother sitting on the couch watching TV; was this all she was going to do? Sit on the couch and never get a job? She shrugged and continued to her room without saying a word to the woman sitting on the couch.
"Hello Rebecca honey. Feeling better today?"
Rebecca closed the door to her room and plopped on the bed. "I don't want to be that kind of girl Sabrina."
"What kind of girl?"
"That… friends with benefits type of girl."
"Oh… so that's what's bugging you. Well why don't you go out with him?"
"Sabrina? You are suggesting that I date Mokuba?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Leon Von Schroider? Does that ring a bell?"
"Oh. I forgot about him… hmm… you know, you are so lucky having two rich guys fighting over you."
"Sabrina that's hardly—"
"Oh hey! I gotta go. I'm going out to lunch with a few of my classmates. I'll talk to you later alright?"
"Yeah. Have fun. Bye."
"Wait, I have to know something."
"What?" Rebecca asked as she grabbed her teddy bear and hugged it.
"Who's a better kisser? Mokuba or Leon?"
"I'm not answering that."
"Come on… I know you've thought about it… Alright! I'm coming!"
"Good bye Sabrina."
"Bye. Get some rest."
Rebecca smiled as she stared at the wallpaper on her phone. Sabrina was truly her best friend, even if sometimes—more like always—she could be too much, she was still the most understanding friend she has ever had. After she told her about her incident the previous night, Sabrina didn't say much, just hugged her, and that was all she wanted.
Rebecca rolled over to her side and closed her eyes. "Who's a better kisser? Mokuba or Leon…" she murmured into the fuzzy ear of her teddy bear. "It's obviously—" A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts.
"Rebecca honey? Are you ok?"
"I will be when you leave," she mumbled to herself. She felt weight sink her mattress then felt something cold on her ear. "Hanzel stop," she giggled. She placed him on her lap and sat up. "Do you want something?" she asked the blond leaning against her bedpost.
"I wanted to… that is… I was hoping… you would like to come with me to the fabric store. I want to make you a dress and show you—"
"Pass. I'm too tired."
René sighed, "Please Rebecca? I really do want us to get along."
Rebecca glanced at her. "You should have thought of that before you stole my college money."
"Is all this really about money Rebecca?"
"I'm not discussing this with you." She stood up and walked over to her window. She petted the tiny puppy in her arms and watched the cars go by. Why did she have to come back into her life now? She was content with her life; it wasn't perfect but it was her life, and now she was losing a hold of it again. All because she showed up.
"We have to discuss this Rebecca!" her mother retorted. "I won't be able to live with myself if we didn't reconcile." René took a breath and softened her voice. "I can't go on with my life knowing my own daughter…" She wiped the tear falling down her cheek. "I just want us to get along… I know our relationship won't ever be perfect, but still…"
Rebecca set down her puppy then turned to her mother. Something about seeing her mother crying over her softened her heart a little. "Let's just go the fabric store alright?"
René smiled a bit and then hugged her daughter. "I love you so much Rebecca… please don't hate me…"
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The bus ride into downtown Domino was a quiet one. Rebecca wanted it that way, so every time her mother tried to bring up any topic she would just brush it off with a short answer. Thankfully her mother quit by the time they ended up at the store.
The store itself wasn't as large as the ones in Tokyo with walls and walls filled with different textures of fabrics in all different colors. No, this store wasn't anything like that, instead it was just a simple shop where a seamstress could pick up sewing supplies and make simple household items or clothing.
René grabbed one of the small gray carts at the entrance, and looked around for a moment. "Hmmm… I wonder if they have a sewing kit already put together?… Rebecca honey? Are you still with me?"
"Yes René."
"Good," she smiled. "Let's go back there first I think I see supplies over there."
Rebecca waited as her mother picked out scissors, pins, measuring tape, tracing paper, and different kinds of rulers. She now wished she had brought her book with her because this little outing with her mother was boring. She followed her mother around the store while she picked up various types of fabrics, mostly silk and satin, in pastel colors, and white lining for the dresses she planned to make for her. When they made it to the cutting table, Rebecca was reading the flyer Mokuba's had given to her earlier that day.
"What's that honey?"
"An invitation to a Halloween party."
"How many yards?" the woman behind the cutting table asked.
"Three for all of them," René answered. "Oh? A Halloween party? Are you going?" Rebecca shrugged and stuffed the flyer back into her pocket. "Do you need a costume? I'll make you one."
"I'm not even certain that I'm going."
"You should go honey, you need to hang out with your friends," she smiled. "A girl your age doesn't need to be in the house all day."
"Is that all ma'am?" the woman behind the desk asked folding up the fabric.
"Hmm… do you have any plain black stretchy fabric?"
"Yes," she pointed. "Over there in the corner by the tweed."
"Could you get it for me Rebecca?"
Rebecca rolled her eyes and walked in the direction the woman pointed.
"Your daughter?"
"Yes."
"She's cute, she looks just like you."
"Thank you."
Rebecca set the bundle of fabric on the table. "Is this it?"
"Yes, thank you honey. Three yards of this one as well."
"Can we go now?" she asked when the woman behind the counter handed her the stack of folded up fabric.
"I just need some zippers, and thread, then we can leave." René looked at her daughter. "Are you enjoying the time we spend together Rebecca? I am."
Rebecca just nodded. She didn't want to start up the drama again, so she decided not to say a word. She wanted to ask her where she got the money to pay for her supplies, but she decided not to since she didn't want to end up starting a scene in the store arguing about the money she stole from her. After her mother did that to her, she stopped visiting her. She told her grandfather to do the same, but he continued to visit with her, telling her it's not healthy to not have some kind of relationship with her mother. She watched her mother as they left the store.
She wasn't ready to forgive her yet.
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Rebecca took a breath before she rang the doorbell to the Kaiba mansion. She wasn't exactly sure why she decided to even come back after the stunt he pulled earlier that day, but there she was, waiting patiently on his doorstep.
When the maid opened the door, she gave Rebecca an odd look before inviting her in. "Hello Miss. Hopkins… um… Young Master Kaiba is expecting your… um… services. He is in his room on the third floor."
"My services?" she thought to herself. It dawned on her that maybe she thought something happened yesterday. "I'm only here to tutor Mokuba, not do anything else."
"Yes… of course Miss. Hopkins. Young Master Kaiba is waiting in his room," she curtsied.
"Well tell him I will be waiting in the library."
"Young Master Kaiba requested his room, and he said that he would only learn in that room."
Rebecca dropped her shoulders; that jerk was serious. She started up the stairs towards his room. Why did he enjoy doing this to her? And why was she back? She had a notion to turn around and head out the door, yet she didn't, she continued up the staircase. Every time they were supposed to work on homework, Mokuba would get sidetracked and they would end up talking. Every night she told herself: never again, but the very next evening, there she was.
Rebecca knocked on his partially closed door. "Mokuba? It's Rebecca."
"Come in," he called from the other side of the door.
She opened the door after taking a breath and praying that she would be able to make it through this. "Can we just go to the libr—" She turned around so her back was facing him, and folded her arm. "Put your shirt back on."
"What? You act like you haven't seen the rest of me." Mokuba ran his fingers through his hair. "I was just in the pool, so I had to take a shower, and you caught me in the middle of getting dressed."
Did he have to say that? Now she was getting mental images. "I don't care, just hurry up! You're always late whenever we do this."
"You gotta come over sometime in your swim suit so I can show you the pool." He stepped to her and bent down a little so that his mouth was close to her ear. "Or maybe the Jacuzzi at night… whatever your fantasy," he said in a low voice.
Rebecca growled and then whipped around to attempt to hit the raven-haired boy over the head for suggesting such disgusting things, but he caught her wrists before any of her hits made contact. "You… you…" she huffed.
Mokuba only laughed. "You think I'm going let you hit me again?" He released her and smirked. "Be a dear and hand me my shirt on the bed?"
She glared at him. "How come everything you say makes me want to hurt you?" she asked as she threw him his shirt.
He sat on his bed and put up one of his legs. "Ok 'becca… hurt me."
"You have a sick and disgusting mind."
Mokuba buttoned his shirt. "Oh yeah right… like you're not thinking about me naked right now."
"I'm trying to forget."
He snickered. "You've seen more of me than any girl has, you should be proud." He got up from the bed and stretched. "Well… you would have seen me on prom night anyway."
Rebecca turned and faced him. "I don't know what makes you think that I would ever sleep with you!"
"Her last famous words…"
She sighed. What was the point? They never got work done this way. "You missed a button." She traced her fingers up his chest and began unbuttoning his collared shirt. "For a Kaiba, you don't know how to dress."
"What do you mean I don't know how to dress?"
She hit his hand away. "You buttoned up your shirt wrong… you only do that when you're three. Why do you always look so messy?" She finished buttoning his shirt. "…And why are you always wearing black, can't you find a new color?" Rebecca unconsciously ran her fingers over his chest. "For someone who should be proper, you don't dress like it."
Mokuba lifted her chin. "Neither do you."
She turned away from him. "Let's just get to work."
He sat down on his bed and grabbed the geometry book off his nightstand. "You're going to have to help me this time, I didn't go to class today."
Rebecca sat down next to him. "Why didn't you go to class?"
He shrugged. "I didn't feel like it.
"Didn't feel like it?"
"Yeah." Mokuba sat back on the bed and rested his back on the headboard. "Don't you ever get sick of class and just ditch?"
"No… I like my classes." She faced him and placed her leg on the bed. "Psychology is my favorite."
"Is that your major?" Rebecca nodded. "So you want to be a shrink?"
"Yes, and be able to analyze the reasons behind why people act the way they do. Like you for example Mokuba, you rebel because you are angry with your brother and you are trying to get him to pay attention to you, though nothing works. And I think you hide your hurt behind your smile and cocky attitude." Mokuba just stared at her. Her eyes found another spot in the room to look at. "But I'm not a doctor, and haven't had enough schooling or experience to make a diagnosis." Rebecca crawled on the bed and sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Although Mokuba, I think you are one of the only musician bad boys that are actually hurting on the inside. Too bad I'm the only one who knows huh?"
He stared at her. "I'm not hurting inside… I think you are though."
"I'm not. Not anymore," she replied softly. "Open your book, I'm actually going to tutor you today."
Mokuba opened his book and flipped to the right page. "I don't get how to figure this out."
Rebecca glanced at the page. "Do you have some paper?" He handed her a sheet of paper with a pencil. She took the book from him and copied down the problem. "Just remember that the triangle isn't drawn to scale, unless it says so. Even though one side says thirty degrees, it doesn't mean the other ones are. You have to use the information they give you to solve the problem and remember to state whether it's ASA, SAS, or CPCTC. Am I going too fast?" Mokuba nodded. "Alright." She began to write out the problem step by step neatly on the sheet of paper, and then she handed him back his book. "All you have to do is follow the steps." She rested her head on his shoulder again and closed her eyes. "You know what? I got about an hour of sleep last night."
"Oh yeah? Why was that?" he asked figuring out the next problem. When he didn't receive an answer from her, he glanced at her; was she was asleep? "Rebecca?"
"………"
Mokuba set his pencil in his book and closed it. "She's really asleep." He took her hand closest to him and softly stroked the back of her tiny fingers with his thumb. He rested his head on top of hers and smiled. Everything she said about him was true; he was secretly hurting inside because the strong bond he had with his brother had been getting weaker over the years, and he had told no one, not even his two best friends. He couldn't talk to his brother because he was always busy, and that hurt the most. The only family he had ever known didn't have time for him or his problems anymore.
"That's why I love you Rebecca… because you are the only one who understands me."
Awww… wasn't that sweet? Mokuba's confession of love to a sleeping Rebecca… or maybe she did hear him and she's just acting like she is asleep. Hmmm… I guess you'll just have to wait until next chapter. And what about Leon? What will happen between him and Rebecca?
Ok so I'm terrible at cliffhangers… but it's an update right? I hope you liked it. The part where Rebecca and her mother went to the fabric store will have significance later. (I only mention it because after reading over it, I felt it was kind of useless but it will make sense later.)
Anyway… tell me what you think in a review! And thanks for reading, bye!
