Passing Tries of High School Nuts

By: Tsuki Doriimaa

11-30-03

oOo 01. Introductions of the Certifiable oOo

All was quiet; all was fair, in the hallways of swimming air… Or so went the rampant thought patterns of one sleep induced mind as a shrill metallic trill started playing throughout the corridors – waking all those in it's path. Subconsciously the mind saw this as a vast annoyment to overcome; consciously it recognized the school bells telling everyone they had better get their asses up in two hours or they were going to be late.

Were they loud? Overly annoying, obnoxious things that woke everyone up? Not really, sort of, and not all the time. The school's 'waking bell' was in reality a set of speakers set along the corridors. They played a short little refrain; light airy, just loud enough to get the students attention (hopefully even in sleep) to let them know there was two hours before classes started and it was up to them to be there on time. That was the students' only warning; they didn't get another one.

Groaning, arm thrown over his eyes, the owner tried to go back to sleep; it didn't take him but fifteen minutes to get ready for classes. He succeeded partly – his body slept once more, his mind stayed awake, thinking, pondering, reviewing…

Classes had started last week. He'd had two weeks to memorize school grounds, gather his books, supplies and even study a little. He had to admit, even for him, studying before school started was a bit much, but besides being one of the only few there before school officially started, there wasn't much to do. Even he was capable of succumbing to boredom.

And then there was the new girl he had met on his arrival, lost, trying to find his dorm room. She had been a source of some amusement, annoyance and sort of… sort of a friend?

Angelita Larcetė… was definitely not like any other he had ever met in his short bout with being around other people.

Angelita Larcetė was a 'wild breed', per her own words. Her first name, he knew, was Spanish – the last he wasn't too sure of and she didn't try to explain it. Wasn't his business to be nosey wasn't even his nature; if she wanted to tell him, then she would. Angelita had told him she considered herself 'a wild breed' because she was Irish, Scottish, Indian, German, French and American. Quite a lot for one person.

The Indian in her was made known by her high cheekbones. The Irish, Scottish and German halves he had yet to see manifest themselves. Perhaps some of them contributed to her short 5'6" height? There had been a brief time last week when she had become irate for some unexplainable reason… It was very odd for the joyful person she was (or what he had seen anyhow, he didn't really "know" her yet)… And in that time, he had seen flashes of her German, Irish and Scottish sides. It was in part that her speech started flipping between rough English slang to having an Irish-Scottish drawl to it and the temper...

Good Kami did the Irish, Scottish and German's ever have the worst tempers on Earth! He had never met another person like that – of either nationality that is. If he had, then it had gone unnoticed by him, which was unusual. He had read much in books while being home schooled about people of different nations; his sensei's helped by telling him more of how they usually are – and one thing that always came up were tempers.

Heero's mother, being whom she was, and knowing her son would take after her in the emotions department (his looks favored his father except for the dark hair), had worried about him setting someone off with a dry comment, or his sarcastic humor… So the sensei's made sure to go into detail about some things concerning certain peoples…

Angelita he supposed would make a prime example for her people. He might need to get to know her better in the upcoming school year which had just started, but there were aspects she had shown to him – unconsciously or not – that pointed out several things at once.

One, for example was: She was a cheery person. She liked to have fun, liked to drag others with her to have fun and hated being by her self. Catching a lost Heero in the hallways had been something that "made her day!"… Now she hardly left him alone. He didn't suppose he minded… much. heh Second thing he noticed about her was her attitude. She tried making the most serious of situations funny. They hadn't had one themselves yet, but she had been chatting on and on one day and had flat out told him she didn't care to be serious unless she had to. It was boring and took the good air out of things.

Now Heero wasn't sure about the being goofy with serious situations bit being part of ALL Irish or Scottish peoples, but he sure knew it wasn't an aspect the German's had. They took just about everything seriously… Then again, he knew he had to give some leeway to the fact that not everyone was the same… so maybe some of them were like that.

Freckles. Angelita had the common Irish-Scottish freckles. They weren't that noticeable though, mainly on her shoulders and arms in places, a few on her face. Her eyes were a hazel-green, changing color depending on what she wore. That had thrown him for a loop; catch her one day with hazel-green eyes, the next they were hazel-blue.

For her height Angelita appeared a few pounds over the estimated weight someone of her height should be. The poor girl looked almost shameful when she had told him of being picked on while growing up for the problem… a friend of the family's – an EMT – had suggested to her it was a slow thyroid. Angelita had never bothered getting it checked out and said she had fun the way she was – if no one else liked it, they could kiss her ass.

Now everyone loved a great adventure, Heero especially, with being who he's related to – but even HE would not challenge the sweet girl Angelita to something like her weight. At most she was twenty pounds over and didn't look bad at all; he honestly couldn't tell (or know) why people would pick on her about it. He knew only one thing he kept in mind… The image of one bloody bugger flying through the air into a wall from Angelita's punching kick combo for his harsh words… That, dare he say, was enough to tell him her Irish-Scottish temper was firmly in place and THAT was one direction you did not want to go.

So, his mind reviewed, gears turning; he had his first friend. Angelita Larcetė was four inches shorter then he, kind, funny, talkative, liked to have fun, just a little on the cubby side (but it added to her cuteness) and was dead set on being his friend for whatever reasons…

So now he was trying his damnedest to not shut her out as what usually happened to people trying to get close to him. It was a self-defense mechanism. Middle school had not been pleasant for himself. It taught him to be careful who he got close to, who he choose as friends and who he walked near. People could be cruel in unusual ways – he didn't care to see what type of people he would find at this high school. You couldn't say he had "high hopes" that there would be fights breaking out, yet you couldn't say he had "no hopes" that there wouldn't be either.

Chance was a game of life… One his family had been playing for decades.

The sound of sheets rustling, a person yawing, broke through the near silent air; it was time to get up. His mind wouldn't stop dwelling on his new friend. It was being over critical about details, as it always was, had been taught to do for other things, yet seemed to still do and apply it to humans. It was a bad habit he'd been trying to break but didn't think it would happen any time soon. That "bad habit" had saved him a few times over from choosing potential bullies as friends before, so he didn't over look the feels they gifted him with lightly.

Rolling out of bed, tenderly testing the tiled floor with his toes, wincing at the coldness of them; Heero put on a brave face and quickly darted across the room to his small shower and hopped into the box like compartment after quickly shedding his boxers and tank top, flickering on the hot water with a touch of cold to achieve the perfect temperature.

Allowing himself to take longer then normal for showering in the mornings, Heero was able to completely relax, to breathe, trying to calm nerves, which were hopping around as if they had been transformed into mini bunnies. Something was going to happen today and he didn't know what. His twitching nerves had formed into a sort of early warning protection system. It was strange, even for he, who had seen much – they had yet to fail him once. Well… that time with the tarantula really didn't count!

Exiting, a towel wrapped around his slim waist, he entered back into his room armed with fluffy slippers acquired from the closet on the way back. There really wasn't any matter in choosing what to wear this morning: black slacks, blue shirt to set off his eyes and his light gray tie. There wasn't a school uniform, so to say, for this school, they just required you to dress nicely. None of those baggy pants that hung halfway down your ass crap he so detested seeing.

Hey, he was all for peoples' rights in expressing themselves, but it didn't mean he had to like seeing it. What was wrong with wearing the baggy pants around your waist with a belt like you're supposed to? They were still baggy that way weren't they? Of course! You're just not showing off your underwear now! Geh, it was quite annoying…

Glancing at the clock, tying his shoes, Heero's sea blue orbs caught just enough time to eat, grab his books and try rushing out before Angelita came knocking on his door to walk with him. He liked the girl, he supposed, but being that close to people just wasn't his 'thing' yet… it still unnerved him a bit… Sad as that might be… his mother would surly have a whip to his rear for that… Or not, being who his mother is… and that it was sort of his home schoolings fault that he didn't fancy being around others he didn't know in massive groups… and part of his old middle school's fault for having students' pick on him – going so far as to pick fights with! – that he didn't care to be around people either.

Sighing softly, dark hair bounced merrily as it's owner made his way to the kitchen, then off for a day he was sure to be long and boring…

oOooOo oOo

For a school that settled on being unique the classrooms were oddly similar. Teacher's desk in the front by the blackboards, students' desks starting from five foot away and slowly climbing up hill – like some college's she'd seen, but there weren't THAT many chairs in this high school's classes and they weren't on that steep of a climb, just enough that you saw over the next persons head, but not by much. You had isles down the middle and sides, posters and dorky teacher posters all around the classroom. They weren't that bad when the teachers had enough sense to get the ones with cartoon characters on 'em! Then the kids actually wanted to look at them just to see what the hell Garfield's promoting!

Currently she was in third period – she had missed her blue-eyed angel this morning.

Ohhh Haven's above that boy was going to be the death of her! There was no reason or rhyme to it, but somehow the little bugger had burrowed under her skin, to her heart without him knowing it. Hell! She didn't even know it! She just liked to see how much she could bug him before he turned around and tried hitting her. Snickering into her math book the girl took to doodling on her binder, waiting for the others to enter class so they might start soon.

Lords if it wasn't the Angel's looks, his shear manly beauty that bordered on a woman's in places – it was his killingly intense blue eyes. So deep like the ocean on a stormy night with the moons silvery light igniting a sparkle in them so mysterious it made them intoxicating to look into. When she had first saw him, lost, in the hallways, it was like looking into the face of a fallen angel that had lost his way and needed guidance back to his home. Come to find out that his home was right with her in the same dormitory, same hall block… Happy sigh. Was she in luck or what?

Smirking she shook her head. No, she wasn't interested in her Angel like that, Heero. heh Oh don't get her wrong! Gods above would she JUMP at the chance to date a guy like him! He was gorgeous! Those eyes, that wild hair no comb could tame and what a body! But no – One, she wasn't looking for a mate, two, she liked him like a brother or such. He was fun to tease, see his eyes light up in humor at something she did, said, even if his lips didn't quirk into that full smile she knew was hiding somewhere in there. Everyone had a smile hiding, just needed help in bringing it out. However goofy she was, Heero barely smiled, maybe a smirk now and then, never laughed, but it was his eyes that gave him away! They would sparkle and shine childishly at her goofballish antics.

"Angelita."

Smiling, glancing up from her doodles the girl in question's lips pulled into a brighter smile as the owner to that smooth, baritone voice took his seat next to her. Angelita was also very happy with her lot in school life at the moment. She couldn't possibly ask for more then the new friend she had gained in the new Japanese student, Heero. "Hey stud muffin! What's goin' on?"

Eyes narrowing at the name, Heero tried for a glare. Tried.

It did not work, he got one off at ¾ it's normal intensity at the brown haired hazel eyed girl. There was just… something about Angelita that wasn't threatening or demeaning when she called him the strange nicknames she had a knack for calling people. That was something Heero had noticed in the first week of school starting. Angelita was better with peoples' faces then she was with their names; she had a hard time remembering them so she called them by nicknames. It was also sort of frustrating because he knew for a fact she remembered his name, having known him three weeks now… So why with the nicknames? He seriously did not understand people at times.

Silently damning his home schooling to the Ninth level of Hell – thinking if he had not been home schooled then he'd understand more completely why people did some of the things they did. It also made him wonder what he would have turned out like had he been around people more often… Would it have been a good change or a bad one? Would he be more comfortable around them or just be more weary of them?

"Hey Angel! Ye know it's not realla a good thing to think so hard ye know? Might bust a brain cell." Angelita's slight husky, musical voice cracked through his thoughts. "Besides, I'm sure whatever it is your thinking isn't worth thinking anyways. It's the past right? You got that look in your eyes again. Don't worry about it! It can't bite ye in yer aurse so let it go!"

Had he yet to mention that when the 'wild breed' of a girl, Angelita, got on a roll with something her Irish-Scottish side started to poke through her speaking? It was one of the things that amused Heero to no end, especially when whatever she happened to be speaking of was something she felt passionately about. Her accent really made an appearance in those times; he'd only heard it happen twice though.

"Easier said then done."

"Maybe," brown head nodded, eyes sparkling, "but it's trying that counts ye know. Don'tcha think there's crap in my past I don't like? That I'd love to change? But I can't. Don't work that way. You take what Fate deals ya and live with it the best ya can. Life kinda sucks that way." Angelita smirked.

Heero's lips twitched but he didn't let them move, instead settling for a nod in reply.

He would love to tell her sometime about his life, his mother and who he actually was. That was one secret he could never let go – let get out. Not now at least. He'd only known Angelita Larcetė for three weeks – Already he knew her to be loyal to her friends, even a bit protective. She did not take kindly to someone picking on her friends, talking about them wrongly. In life, she appeared to him as a contradiction to his thoughts about how humans acted. She was the opposite of all that he'd ever seen while in middle school. Perhaps she could be the one to teach him that not all humans were how he preserved them to be.

Notwithstanding he doubted even with her help, that he could change so much as to accept them all under her teachings; he would still have to be careful, that was a trait his mother had drilled into him since he was a wee babe.

"Come on!" nudging his elbow, the one propped on his books. She giggled (something almost unlike her) when his arm slipped, head bobbing down sharply at it's lost support, "Class is starting; I heard rumor be that we're getting a new student."

"A new one?" he mused, knowing it wasn't so late in the year, only two weeks. Even still, it was odd to be getting a transfer that much into the school year.

As if sensing his thoughts Angelita smirked shrugging, "Who knows, maybe the poor sap got lost on his way here." Heero shrugged as well. "Hmm, wonder who he's paired up with in the dorms?"

"Attention! Attention class!" the teacher's high tenor called out, trying desperately to call his room of hyperactive teenagers to order. It wasn't working. The other staff had always commented on how he was a sweet man, kind to his children he taught and understanding with patience that ran miles. WHAM! The thick book slamming against the desk with all the force he could muster rang loudly throughout the suddenly quite room along with his "SHUT UP!" He smirked evilly at the looks received. They didn't know him to well, did they?

"Ahem! As I was saying" absentmindedly fixing his red tie, "We've got a late transfer entering our lovely school here." Some student's snorted, others laughed softly. Their teacher, Mr. Stevens, a man of thirty-two knew they loved the school more then others they'd been to before hand… But the fact still remained that it was school. You had work to do and teachers to listen to no matter how much you didn't want to. He all to readily remembered his schooling years. "I hope that you all will make him feel welcomed!" turning towards the door he motioned with one hand – the door opened, a boy… Yes it was a boy, walked through with the oddest hairstyle they had ever seen… on a boy that was.

Walking through their door was a boy of around 5'10" or 6' even – it was hard to tell with the hat he wore against school request. He wore a pale gray button up shirt that hugged his form snuggly, allowing him a good range of movement with seeming constricting, the three top buttons undone; his pants were black slacks, a silver belt held them up, he wore black army styled boots. He appeared rather athletic; his form slender and strong, his face was in the stage many boys were at that age where they lost the extra chubbiness around their cheeks from age. His cheeks were rounded but sharpening out, his nose small and pointed, a bit upturned at the end; his eyes though, were the focus of much attention… Blazing, mischievous, violets stared back at the class gathered, twinkling.

"Class" Mr. Stevens voice called out, bringing everyone back from dream land, "Please welcome Duo Maxwell to our school!"

Cheers went up, catcalls thrown out. Laughing, taking a bow Duo looked around his new class with something akin to a thinking predator. Roaming over the many people his eyes stopped on a brown head with blue-green eyes and blinked, wondering what the look they were casting him was before he moved on, coming to stop on the figure next to the other.

Violet met and locked with striking Prussian. Duo smirked, making his way up high towards the back of the class.

In the seat beside her, her companion tried desperately not to sink downwards, wishing the floor to swallow him whole. He knew today was going to be a bad day damnit.

oOooOooOo

"What the hell was that!?"

"As if I should know?"

"Hey it was in your class bub!" came the retort.

Sputtering the male exclaimed, "'My class'?? You were in it too!"

"I know" came the grinning voice, "But it's so much more fun to see you get those precious feathers of yours ruffled Angel!"

A snort, "Your hopeless, you know this correct?"

"Hopeless? No, no, dear boy you've got it wrong!" his companion chuckled, grin widening as they fought they're way through the lunchtime crowd. "I've got plenty of Hope. It's just I'm beyond the Helping stage now. I'll always have hope of SOMETHING!!"

"Hn." Though it came out as dismissingly as Heero could manage in that moment, his mind reeled with facts he had learned, things he instinctively knew of his new friend – Something that was still a timid reach on his behalf, but an all out thrown ball on Angelita's. For some reason his mind just could not wrap around… Angelita was dead set on being his friend, whether he returned the offered kinship or not.

Taking the noncommittal grunt the wrong way Angelita reached out carefully, knowing her blue-eyed Angel wasn't too fond of people touching him, and set a hand light on his wider shoulder, squeezing. "Hey now, don't be like that… I know you've got hopes too. You have to; everyone does. Your just a bit more protective of them, testing the waters before you let them take sail." Nodding to herself, to Heero when he glanced down at her, she smiled. "I know what I'm talking about alright!" giving a final nod she walked off to get in line muttering to herself, "Most of the time anyways…"

She never heard the small, nearly silent chuckle that left rose tan lips from behind her as Heero turned to follow.

"Aww… How cute. I see the love birds are having a little spat."

Stalling in mid swing two pairs of eyes widened, then narrowed as they stopped their new argument and light shoving to see who dared term them 'love birds'. Turning around slowly, they were face to face with the new boy… Duo Maxwell… and someone they had yet to meet with. He was about 6'2", blonde hair to mid shoulder blades, amber eyes and a pale tan to him that almost gave him a Fay appearance. However he seemed to be all right, even frowning at the brown haired boy he was with.

Angelita regardless, was having nothing of it. "And what's it to you Twinkle Nose?" she quarried.

"'Twinkle Nose', miss?" Duo's acquaintance asked.

"Yea, Tinkle Nose. Ya see there?" pointing to the pert upturned nose, "How when no one bothers with what he says, that nose of his just starts twitching? Almost looks like a irritated rabbit when it does that."

Smirking as the blonde started snickering, Heero hid himself partially behind Angelita when blazing violets locked onto him. Bloody Hell! Why did this happen to him? He did no wrong to anyone. Why did they see fit to pick on him? His mother insisted he was too 'pretty' – he hated being called that. His instructors insisted it was his ruffian look that challenged others to see what he was 'made of'. His semi-friends and closer acquaintances assured him he was too quiet and nice, that's why they chose him to take out their frustrations on.

He personally didn't believe any of those reasons, figuring it was just his lot in life – that's why he took martial arts. He would be bloody damned before he let someone beat up on him without reason and get away scot-free with it.

Duo noticed the wild haired boy inching closer to the female and smirked. "What'sa matter Blue Eyes? Scared?"

"What?" came the growl, bristling, the Japanese took a step forward.

"Ya scared, airn't ya?"

"Duo…" his friend tugged on his arm; he was shrugged off.

Heero glared, "You don't know—" and was cut off by Angelita.

"—what you're talking about if you think HE'S scared of your sorra aurse!" she all but snarled, somehow managing to keep grinning. Turning to Heero she ruffled his hair like she would her little brothers, "You deary, need to go get us some lunch and a table." When Heero did nothing but look down at her, arching a brow she leaned up pressing against him, shoving, "Go on now, I can handle this piss ant. Shoo!"

Looking back and forth, not liking to leave Angelita to deal with the new one – Maxwell – Heero eventually nodded under the stare Angelita was sending him. In the back of his mind he felt a tugging notion that this was nowhere from finished. To him it felt like Angelita was taking over his fight, as if she didn't want him to fight the other boy. Heero couldn't figure out why that was… at all… and it unnerved him slightly that another person – a girl! – was willing to take over for him. Even more so that said girl was staring him away from the sure-to-be fight and all but ordering him to retrieve their lunches.

Without little else choice the Japanese boy eyed them once more before turning walking away, the sound of Angelita's raised voice dancing around his head in swirls, making him smirk. She sure was a spit of Hell's Fire when angered.

Which was funny, in a sort of morbid way, because Heero somehow instinctively knew Angelita was nowhere near being "mad", she was simply upset at this point. Rare as it was, that had captured the blue-eyed boys curiousness about the Wild Breed. How much would it take… What would it take, to get Angelita honest to Kami-sama, rip roaring mad? And just what, would she do once she was?

Minutes had gone by before Angelita returned to her friend, grinning as she plopped down at their acquired table. "Well that was fun!"

"Oh?" Heero inquired barely looking up from his book he was reading.

She nodded, "Yup!" reaching for her own plate, "But I didn't get ta have that much fun with 'im. That blonde haired goober – learned his name was Solo – started pulling the brat away when I reached to take my boot off to beat him with." Swallowing some of her Dr. Pepper, she frowned, "A shame really."

Heero snorted, "Hn."

"Honestly! I wanted to see 'im walking around with that Wrangler insignia planted into his forehead!"

"Smashing as that may be, there's always next time" mentally he winced at the wording. There was always a 'next time.'

"Bah!" she scoffed at that picking up her hamburger, "As much as I'd love to say "No there won't!" I know that'd be wrong. Yea, most likely. The guy looks like a prick."

Arching a brown brow, he waited.

"Oh don't look at me like that!" she threw her arms up, "Alright! He's a cute one, but still acts like a prick." After some thought she waved a fry at him and winked, "Might be salvageable though."

"I could care less."

"Yeah me too. I wouldn't waste my time fixing 'im either, not with a first intro like that I wouldn't."

Snorting, shaking his head Heero eyed her evenly, "You would not spend time with him any ways, with an attitude like that and you know it."

Point in fact, that was very true. Angelita would not be caught dead with someone with an attitude like that. Fact being she'd most likely be caught beating the crap out of a person with that attitude had they brought it to front with her friends, or herself. That was a no-no.

"So how's your cousin?" Heero tried hard to steer the conversation away from the Maxwell character. It was unbelievable how he could read the girls train of thoughts. He knew inside she was going over ways to maim the poor boy if he should ever let loose that sort of conversational jabbing as he had minutes before. Heero however, could find no pity for him.

Grinning Angelita latched onto the bait. "Oh he's running around with that boyfriend of his, ya know? They're never apart, I think they had surgery and didn't tell anyone to be connected at the hip indefinitely."

Sighing silently, Heero listened, nodding every once in a while at parts, commenting in others while Angelita filled him in on a person he had yet to meet but felt like he had already know him for years. Angelita was a very open person when it came to her family – yet when the table was turned to her, she actually took the time to think about what she was going to tell you… Almost as if she were afraid of loosing her friend – and so far that amounted to himself and three others.

As the lunch bell rang, Heero bid her farewell 'til Sixth where they would meet up once more and head down to their hall block.

oOooOooOo

Walking out of his room and across the flooring, the boy stopped outside of another door, thinking.

The day hadn't been that bad, he only had one other run in with the new boy, Duo. He seemed Hell set on choosing him as his new stress relief-beating toy. It didn't faze him. Not really. He had been used to that sort of thing since middle school… Didn't mean he had to like it though.

Being taunted about looking like a girl – despite his height and hair – was the wrong move to make on Maxwell's part. Notwithstanding, Heero withheld himself from punching the other, knowing that's what Duo was looking for… for someone that would fight back. Heero also did not wish to be the one getting an ear full from Angelita when she made it clear she didn't like the other boy in the first place. Regardless of her notion that Duo was savable from his Bullying ways – Heero wasn't going to be the one to mess with him.

Shaking the thought from his mind, Heero knocked on the door before opening it at the calling of "Its open!" Walking inside he found Angelita spread about the floor wearing a pair of tight fitting Wranglers and a loose black t-shirt laying stomach down, several pillows under her chest while she lay on the floor reading over some pages.

Grinning when the door opened, glancing up, Angelita waved one arm for her friend to sit beside her on another of the many pillows laid around her.

"What have you found out?" Heero asked lying much as she was. There came a time in everyone's lives that something would put a stop to the flow of motion and make you wonder what in Sam's Hell was going on! Well Heero had found his. His family was a grand wonder at pulling up information on people, even if it was protected knowledge.

Well as it turns out, for whatever reason she may have… Angelita was no slacker at the task either; having gone and pulled up what little information she could find on their new transfer student. Heero thought it was going a bit far. They didn't need to know anything on him, not really… But Angelita insisted she wanted to know a bit about the new boy if they were going to have run-ins with him.

He failed to point out it was his problem, not hers – personally he didn't wish to get into an argument about it at the moment and let her have her way. As she herself said – There would be other times.

"His names Duo Maxwell O'Connely. Parents: Theresa and Sam O'Connely. Spent a few years in an orphanage under the care of a Sister Helen and Father Maxwell before he was adopted at the age of six. He kept the name 'Maxwell' as his middle one in favor of the kind Priest that took care of him. He moved here in AC195. He had been attending another school before transferring to this one. Seems he was kicked out for starting fights every week if not day; picking on the other students. His parents have tried multiple ways of getting him to calm down but nothing seems to have worked." She glanced up from the sheet before her, handing it over to Heero, "It looks like they were hoping the positive attitude of this school would put some guard on his insistence to fight over the smallest of things."

"Hn."

"So maybe he's not totally a prick, just a semi-one, but if he starts this crap up again with us, I ain't holdin' back."

Heero smirked, nodding.

"I'll beat that boy into being polite if it kills me."

Having no doubt of that, the boy nodded again, eyeing his girl companion with something akin to admiration in his eyes. He'd never met another girl that was willing to beat on a guy two times her size. Bloody well someone a good seven inches taller then herself, that being three taller then himself alone. It was something he loved to see… that spark of defiance in her eyes, making them glow.

Grinning slightly he nodded to the books, "We have to study."

"Yeah, guess your right" sighing Angelita smirked, slapping his shoulder one before jumping up and running for the kitchen, leaving Heero to stare after her before giving into the childish demand and chased after the fleeing figure.

Disclaimer: I don't own the GW guys, or the songs used in this story - sadly. heh heh However! Angelita is my own creation and I will unleash Unholy Hell on the person(s) who decide to use her without permission::glares around:: Trust me on this one people; it won't be pretty.

07-21-07 - . - I re-read this chapter, and the two others, to get a feel for the story again, and hopefully catch any mistakes I might have missed, and correct them. The other two chapters as well, were read again, mistakes caught, slight changes made - and hopefully because of this, I'll have the next chapter out soon!