How ironic.
School.
The one place I couldn't avoid him.
There's where we were forced together.
I swear my English teacher is a yaoi fan or something.
Let's just say English isn't my best subject.
No, don't get me wrong.
I suck at everything.
But I do manage to pass.
But I can't speak English for crap.
And I can't understand any of it.
So I always keep my eyes down, doodling on a piece of paper.
Yugi always filled me in afterwards, where I promptly forgot it all. English was the only class Yugi enjoyed.
This was all before we got the new teacher. She immediately called me up to her desk after class.
"Katsuya," she began.
"Jounochi. In Japan, lady, we don't use given names without permission or knowing the person very well." I crossed my arms. I didn't give a crap about that shit, really. I just hate my given name.
"Well, Katsuya, in western culture, we use given names, so that will be what I use. A problem?"
"No, Andrea," her name sounding more like "Ai-en-di-ree-ai" on my tongue.
She smiled at me. "Fine, we can be on first-name basis, if it makes you feel better. But you could work on your accent. In fact, you need to work on a lot more if you want to pass this class." Then she spoke in what I assumed was English.
I gave her a void look. I said the only English word I knew. "No."
She shook her head. "Fine, to break it down, I'm giving you a tutor."
"A what?" I asked in disbelief.
"A tutor," a snotty voice broke in from the door.
A whirled around to glare at Kaiba. "Get the fuck out of here!" I yelled.
"If you could repeat that in English, it would make my life easier, but unfortunately for me, mutt, I'm your tutor."
I whirled back around to glare at the teacher. "Him?"
She smiled at me. "What, you two look cute together. I can just see you two pouring over a book." She got a dreamy look on her face.
"Listen, hentai mind, Kaiba and I can't stand each other."
"Either way," she said, snapping out of her sick fantasy, "he's the best student in the class and I can't put him in English II this year. So during spring break, you two will study. We'll pick it up after the break. You may leave."
I shot her one last dirty look, then bolted from the room. "Bitch," I muttered, slamming things into my locker, saying the other English word I knew.
"You're a son of a bitch, mutt," Kaiba's cold voice said into my ear. It wasn't as cold as it usually was. It was like he was teasing me out of fun, not hate.
"Speak for yourself, you stuck up asshole with nothing better to do than fuck with me." I started down the hallway.
He kept up with me. "Come on, you don't know if it will be all that bad. She's right, we would look cute together."
I turned around, eyes narrowed. "I'm not a faggot, Kaiba."
He smirked. "Then I have nothing to worry about. Come on, I'll give you a ride home."
I was surprised when he got out of the limo after me, telling the driver to be ready for a call.
"Who said you could come over?"
"Wood-Sensei. Now lets get going, we only have a week."
"Why do you care?"
"This is my grade, too, Jounochi. You have to get at least a C or else I fail."
"That's not fair because you'll never teach me. I've never gotten above a D in anything but gym, Kaiba." I stalked over to my door slamming it open. "So you might as well not bother," I spat.
Still, he followed me in.
"Will you get the hell out of my house?!" I screamed.
"Nice apartment," he said, approvingly. "A bit on the small side and low on furnishings, but it's a lot better than what I thought street trash lived in."
My dad looked up from the couch. "Hey Katsuya. Who's your friend?"
"You're sober," I pointed out, ignoring the question.
"You're hysterical."
"Did you at least go to work today?" I asked, sighing.
"Yeah...I was fired again, though. Sorry."
"Don't apologize to me. I make just enough money to cover my costs. You've sucked my savings dry and the rent's overdue. You better find another job fast." I tossed my bag down and walked into the kitchen.
"You're awfully forceful with your dad," Kaiba commented.
"He's a drunk. A jerk sometimes, but really, someone's gotta look after him."
"You're parents are split?"
"Yeah, when I was real young." I pulled out the last instant cup ramen.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did your parents divorce? Was it `cause of your dad's drinking?"
"Not really. He only started drinking heavy afterwards. Nah, my mom met another guy. Kind of abandoned us." I put a mug full of water on the microwave and put it on two minutes. "But we manage okay."
"Your rent's overdue. Call me naive since I own my own house, but that's not good."
"He'll handle it. I'll put my extra money from delivering papers...it's fine." I pulled the cup out of the microwave.
"It's not boiling."
"I know. I don't like waiting. Besides, the noodles taste good with a little hardness to them." I opened up the lid and dumped out the icky vegetables from the top, then walked over to the sink and began pouring the water in. "I don't see why my money matters is your concern."
"It's just that...I have enough money to toss around. I could...help."
"No you can't, that would involve being nice to someone, something you're incapable of." I pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the dish-drain and began chewing on my ramen.
"Well, whatever, can we get onto the tutoring?"
"No."
"Why not?" he asked, hands on his hips.
"I don't want to. Go away." I walked into my room.
And he followed.
Sigh.
School.
The one place I couldn't avoid him.
There's where we were forced together.
I swear my English teacher is a yaoi fan or something.
Let's just say English isn't my best subject.
No, don't get me wrong.
I suck at everything.
But I do manage to pass.
But I can't speak English for crap.
And I can't understand any of it.
So I always keep my eyes down, doodling on a piece of paper.
Yugi always filled me in afterwards, where I promptly forgot it all. English was the only class Yugi enjoyed.
This was all before we got the new teacher. She immediately called me up to her desk after class.
"Katsuya," she began.
"Jounochi. In Japan, lady, we don't use given names without permission or knowing the person very well." I crossed my arms. I didn't give a crap about that shit, really. I just hate my given name.
"Well, Katsuya, in western culture, we use given names, so that will be what I use. A problem?"
"No, Andrea," her name sounding more like "Ai-en-di-ree-ai" on my tongue.
She smiled at me. "Fine, we can be on first-name basis, if it makes you feel better. But you could work on your accent. In fact, you need to work on a lot more if you want to pass this class." Then she spoke in what I assumed was English.
I gave her a void look. I said the only English word I knew. "No."
She shook her head. "Fine, to break it down, I'm giving you a tutor."
"A what?" I asked in disbelief.
"A tutor," a snotty voice broke in from the door.
A whirled around to glare at Kaiba. "Get the fuck out of here!" I yelled.
"If you could repeat that in English, it would make my life easier, but unfortunately for me, mutt, I'm your tutor."
I whirled back around to glare at the teacher. "Him?"
She smiled at me. "What, you two look cute together. I can just see you two pouring over a book." She got a dreamy look on her face.
"Listen, hentai mind, Kaiba and I can't stand each other."
"Either way," she said, snapping out of her sick fantasy, "he's the best student in the class and I can't put him in English II this year. So during spring break, you two will study. We'll pick it up after the break. You may leave."
I shot her one last dirty look, then bolted from the room. "Bitch," I muttered, slamming things into my locker, saying the other English word I knew.
"You're a son of a bitch, mutt," Kaiba's cold voice said into my ear. It wasn't as cold as it usually was. It was like he was teasing me out of fun, not hate.
"Speak for yourself, you stuck up asshole with nothing better to do than fuck with me." I started down the hallway.
He kept up with me. "Come on, you don't know if it will be all that bad. She's right, we would look cute together."
I turned around, eyes narrowed. "I'm not a faggot, Kaiba."
He smirked. "Then I have nothing to worry about. Come on, I'll give you a ride home."
I was surprised when he got out of the limo after me, telling the driver to be ready for a call.
"Who said you could come over?"
"Wood-Sensei. Now lets get going, we only have a week."
"Why do you care?"
"This is my grade, too, Jounochi. You have to get at least a C or else I fail."
"That's not fair because you'll never teach me. I've never gotten above a D in anything but gym, Kaiba." I stalked over to my door slamming it open. "So you might as well not bother," I spat.
Still, he followed me in.
"Will you get the hell out of my house?!" I screamed.
"Nice apartment," he said, approvingly. "A bit on the small side and low on furnishings, but it's a lot better than what I thought street trash lived in."
My dad looked up from the couch. "Hey Katsuya. Who's your friend?"
"You're sober," I pointed out, ignoring the question.
"You're hysterical."
"Did you at least go to work today?" I asked, sighing.
"Yeah...I was fired again, though. Sorry."
"Don't apologize to me. I make just enough money to cover my costs. You've sucked my savings dry and the rent's overdue. You better find another job fast." I tossed my bag down and walked into the kitchen.
"You're awfully forceful with your dad," Kaiba commented.
"He's a drunk. A jerk sometimes, but really, someone's gotta look after him."
"You're parents are split?"
"Yeah, when I was real young." I pulled out the last instant cup ramen.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did your parents divorce? Was it `cause of your dad's drinking?"
"Not really. He only started drinking heavy afterwards. Nah, my mom met another guy. Kind of abandoned us." I put a mug full of water on the microwave and put it on two minutes. "But we manage okay."
"Your rent's overdue. Call me naive since I own my own house, but that's not good."
"He'll handle it. I'll put my extra money from delivering papers...it's fine." I pulled the cup out of the microwave.
"It's not boiling."
"I know. I don't like waiting. Besides, the noodles taste good with a little hardness to them." I opened up the lid and dumped out the icky vegetables from the top, then walked over to the sink and began pouring the water in. "I don't see why my money matters is your concern."
"It's just that...I have enough money to toss around. I could...help."
"No you can't, that would involve being nice to someone, something you're incapable of." I pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the dish-drain and began chewing on my ramen.
"Well, whatever, can we get onto the tutoring?"
"No."
"Why not?" he asked, hands on his hips.
"I don't want to. Go away." I walked into my room.
And he followed.
Sigh.