Hiya again! I'm pleased at all the feedback I got for the last chapter! ^_^ So I thought I'd put the next one up in time for Christmas!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Yet . . .
Chapter Two
"He's WHAT?!"
The school receptionist cowered then replied meekly, "the p-P.E t-teacher Mr.Hendries resigned."
"No! No! No!" Trieze Kushranada beat his fist on the table, "call in that sub, Mr.Whats-his-name, Peacecraft!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Hello class, my name is Mr.Peacecraft I will be taking you today. We are going to be playing Basketball, Maxwell, Yuy captains if you please." Never in his life had Milliardo Peacecraft seen two boys so pleased to be captains.
"Quatre."
"Wufei."
"Trowa."
"Paul."
And on it went until, "let the game begin!"
Josh Parker a very "enthusiastic" basketball fan had taken up the job of commentating if not for the rest but being out of the way when Heero and Duo started fighting.
"And the red team in the lead with Trowa running up the court, and very nice interception by Wufei who manages to take it the whole – no Jordan! Wufei's on *your* team! You tell 'im Heero! And the reds back in posssession!"
About 10 minutes into the game things began to get dirty when Duo "accidentally" tripped Wufei and stopped him from scoring.
"Well Heero's not too happy about that and he's thundering up that court can anything stop him? Ooh well Duo certainly seems to think so, that was a dirty tackle. Surely you're not going to let that pass sir? -Oh wait Heero's took it into his own hands and Duo's going to have a black eye tomorrow! AND HE SCORES 65-63 to the greens, and what a rude gesture Mr.Maxwell!"
Duo turned to Josh "well you *did* start ah heh-heh nothing, nothing, no offence." Josh hastily tugged at his collar and carried on.
"It seems that we are down to a one-on-one and Duo's showing Heero no mercy, I've never seen him play so good – ooh that's gotta hurt – Duo's got it and, bad mistake there . . . Heero back in possession 72-72 5 minutes left!"
PEEEP
"What the hell are you playing at sir!?"
"I would thank you not to use such language Parker, Yuy, Maxwell Principals office, NOW! Everyone else, change!"
*~*~*~*~*~*
"In all my years as a Principal--"
"What two?"
"I have never seen two boys so thoroughly determined to break every rule."
Heero and Duo sat glaring at each other in the Principals office, still in their basketball uniforms.
"You are both the smartest and most athletic boys this school has ever seen, so why the fights? Why the arguments?"
Both boys continued to glower at each other and Trieze sighed. "If you do not stop this further action will have to be taken."
Duo turned slightly "Sir, just keep us apart, separate classes and what for."
"See Mr.Maxwell that cannot be done, you are both exceedingly smart and to do that one will have to be a year behind the other, I'm afraid the only thing is, Expulsion."
*~*~*~*~*
"HE SAID WHAT?!" Screeched Hilde Schiebeker at the top of her voice.
"Ssh keep it quiet!"
"Ooh sorry, I didn't realise that this was ooo-let-us-be-quiet-like-little-freakin-mice-on-the-night-before-chiristmas! Okay then let me turn my speech volume down. . . oh wait! I CAN'T!!!!"
Duo cringed. They were sat on one of the many picnic benches on the school campus. Trieze had threatened to expel Duo and Heero and Duo had told Hilde.
"Well that's just freakin perfect!"
Quatre, sat on the other side of the bench had still not made any comment and Hilde seemed to think that it was her job to make up for it.
"I'm going to see Trieze!" Hilde slammed her bag on the table before grabbing it and storming off.
Duo groaned and placed his head on his hands. "I don't know her."
Quatre managed a half-smile but it was obvious his thoughts were elsewhere.
"Hi Quatre." Came a calm, almost musical voice.
"H-hi."
Duo smirked, Quatre was wearing one of those "I've probably got my elbow in the butter dish but I haven't noticed, have you?" Kinda looks.
"Trowa!" Duo jumped up "yo man! How are you? How's the basketball?"
Trowa turned and began talking to Duo. Quatre looked crestfallen and loped off into the crowds.
'oops I'll have to talk to him tonight, on second thoughts. . .'
"You Trowa can you meet us tonight on the Internet?"
*~*~*~*~*~*
Cool_guy.on.a.comp has entered the room
SportsFreak: Cool?
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Sport!!! *glomps sport*
SportsFreak: O.K. . . .
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Sorry. . . .
SportsFreak: What are you doing anyway?
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Setting up my two best mates well best mate and the guy he digs up.
SportsFreak: Gay?
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: They will be.
SportsFreak: Lol
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: You here by yourself?
SportsFreak: Yeah, talk to myself a lot.
Cool_guy.on.a.comp:. . .
SportsFreak: j/k
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: I bet it was
SportsFreak: I'm jus going, brb.
~!BasketBoy!~ has entered the room
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Trowa!
~!BasketBoy!~: Duo?
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Yup
~!BasketBoy!~: Explain.
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Well. . . QuatreseemstoreallylikeyouandIwaswonderingifyoulikehimmaybe?
~!BasketBoy!~: That would explain a lot of things.
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Yeah he is kind of obvious
~!BasketBoy!~: No I mean me.
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: *Sweatdrop*
Ever.Falling has entered the room
~!BasketBoy!~: How do I tell him though?
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: grope him
SportsFreak: Kiss him
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: How long have you been back sport?
SportsFreak: And I quote - QuatreseemstoreallylikeyouandIwaswonderingifyoulikehimmaybe?
Ever.Falling: Cool you said that? I HATE YOU!
Ever.Falling has entered the room
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: SPORT I HATE YOU
Cool_guy.on.a.comp had left the room
~!BasketBoy!~: So its not true? He doesn't like me?
~!BasketBoy!~ has left the room
SportsFreak: That went well.