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Chapter 5

The secretary raised her eyebrow, looking at Kaiba, who only crossed his arms and smirked in return. But since it was Kaiba, who probably could and would sue the school if he had to, she only shook her head and muttered something about kids these days, before telling Kaiba and Anzu to please have a seat, because the principal would be with them shortly.

Anzu did as she was told, hissing at Kaiba to do the same.

He rolled his eyes but ultimately gave into her whispered naggings, collapsing into the chair beside hers.

"I hope we don't get expelled," Anzu told Kaiba sourly, crossing her arms over his chest.

"We won't," he replied with a smirk. "Of course, you might."

Anzu glowered at him. "That's it! One more wisecrack like that and I'm going to tell everyone you rejected me because you like boys." She was bluffing, of course—not even to a jerk like Kaiba would Anzu ever be that cruel. But maybe Kaiba didn't know that…

Kaiba raised a brow and said, with aggravating calmness, "Would you really?"

"Y-Yes," Anzu said, and immediately she knew her stammer had betrayed her.

Kaiba started to laugh aloud. "This is entirely your fault."

"My fault? It's yours!"

"How is it mine? You kissed me! I was a defenseless victim!"

"Defenseless victim my foot! You wanted it and you know it!"

"You still kissed me first!"

"But you put me up to--!" Anzu stopped. "You're not going to deny that you wanted it?"

Kaiba didn't answer. Instead, the CEO snorted and shook his head, looking at his watch for a moment. "How long do you suppose 'shortly' is?" he murmured. "If this man keeps me waiting for too long—"

"He's busy," Anzu said. "He's got a lot to do! He can't drop whatever he's doing just to convenience you."

As if her words were some kind of cue, the principal immediately appeared in view. "Why don't the two of you step inside my office and tell me why your teacher sent you out of her class?"

Kaiba rose first. It took Anzu a few seconds to push herself out of the chair and even then, she leaned against Kaiba to steady herself for a few seconds.

The glance he shot her was almost murderous, but fortunately, she left go soon enough that he didn't need to resort to actual violence.

They followed the principal—who took a seat behind his desk—into his small, dimly-lit office. There was only one other available seat, which Anzu took; Kaiba smiled patronizingly and  leaned against the wall, acting as though the entire world was wasting his precious time.

"I have a lot of students to get through," said the principal—a fat, slightly balding man—impatiently. "So let's make this as quick as possible. Why were you two sent out of your sociology class?"

"We were—" Anzu started, but Kaiba interrupted her.

"How did you know we came from sociology?"

The principal sighed. "If you must know, your teacher has already called my office and told me everything."

Anzu's eyes widened. Damn, she thought.

Kaiba made a strange noise. "So if you already know everything, why even bother asking us?" he asked. "Weren't you the one who wanted to make this 'as quick as possible?'"

"I thought you might be interested in giving me your side of the story—"

"I think I would be interested in not spending anymore time here than I have to," Kaiba said darkly. Only he could ever speak so boldly to a school administrator, and Anzu inwardly shook her head, somehow—and almost sadly—aware that eventually his luck might run out.

"Really, now?" the principal said, and Anzu couldn't tell if it was shock, irritation or amusement in his voice.

Kaiba's eyes did all the answering for him.

"Well, given what I've been hearing about you recently," the principal said, looking away from Kaiba's gaze but indicating the CEO with a wave of the hand, "I'm inclined to disbelieve at least part of this. Still, I'd like to remind the two of you that underage dating IS against school rules."

Anzu giggled as she took Kaiba by the arm, guiding him out of the office. "Well… that wasn't so bad…"

His jaw was hanging down. "I can't believe he SAID that to me!"

"After all you said to him, you're lucky he didn't say worse." Anzu smiled, but then she felt a bit guilty. "Listen, I'll make it up to you—"

"You're going to kiss me again as soon as we walk back into the classroom?"

"No." Anzu sighed. "I'm going to let you take me out to dinner."

Kaiba was tempted to explain absolutely everything that was fundamentally wrong with that statement, but instead he just sighed, almost defeatedly. "Fine, fine," he said.

Anzu beamed. "You can pick me up at eight. And don't be late."

Kaiba gave her what was possibly the nastiest look in recorded history. "No," he said flatly. "YOU will arrive at MY house no later than seven-thirty. And you'll be dressed in something appropriate—nothing too revealing or too plain."

Anzu blinked. "And I suppose I'll have to meet your parents?" she coughed.

Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Oh, you're funny!" Brief pause. "I do expect you to talk to Mokuba for a little bit, though. I couldn't have a girlfriend he didn't approve of, after all."

"Oh…" Anzu said quietly, then smiled. "Well, all right, I guess if you want to act like the woman in this twisted excuse for a 'relationship,' you can."

That earned her the second-nastiest look in all of recorded history.