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'Blah blah blah' thoughts

"Blah blah blah" words being spoken

Golden Twilight

Duo's POV

'Why does he even bother existing?' I questioned myself as I sunk lower behind my desk.

"...And then you carry the two. Divide three from the sum of the answer and the square root of the original number, then times it by the reciprocal's opposite and add it to the..." my calculus teacher dragged on in his usual monotone voice.

Due to the record high temperature our town was experiencing, even falling asleep in class was a difficult task to accomplish. I looked around the miniscule room and found that about 95 of my class was dozing off. The other 5 belonged to my fellow classmate, Will. He must have been the smartest kid but the biggest suck up in the whole country. You want to know why he's so smart? It's because he doesn't have a social life what so ever. I hear he worships his textbooks in his free time, pleading them to share their wisdom with him.

Will, now, was busy scribbling down notes and gathering information that my teacher was saying.

I looked down a few rows and I swear I saw heat waves rising off the desktops. Any moment my body would start melting away like the wicket with of the west. Then I asked myself...why if the old calculus teacher dropped dead right now, at this very second. I bet everyone would just sit there for a few minutes, not really noticing that he wasn't talking. The first person to react would probably be Will because he wouldn't have anything to take notes on. Then one by one, everyone would fall asleep while the star student would be freaking out. I wonder if we would have to go to the geezer's funeral. I would probably go just for the free food. I smirked at the thought but my day dreaming plans were soon interrupted.

My eyes focused back onto the class to see everyone glaring at me. Even Will stopped jotting down notes to see what was going on.

"Are you reading to join us, Mr. Maxwell?" asked Mr. Bogin, taking his index finger and hiking his retreating glasses back up his sweaty nose.

I placed my finger to my chin and scrunched up my face to look like I was in deep thought. After a few seconds I shook my head. "...No, not really, but if you insist," I countered my teacher. I could hear a few muffled laughs in the background but the excess noise soon died down.

"Would you please just answer the problem on the overhead, Mr. Maxwell?" Mr. Bogin asked slightly annoyed, once again fixing his glasses.

I spent the next five minutes trying to see around the many arrows and lines that Mr. Bogin so kindly added to make the equation 'easier'. When that didn't work, I just shrugged and sat back in my seat.

"Oh, oh! I know the answer Mr. Bogin!" Will said waving his bony arms in the air wildly.

"Yes Mr. Sanders?"

"The answer is the square root of X divided by 15" he beamed.

"Good job, Will. Does everyone get how to do that?" Bogin questioned, glancing around the classroom.

No one said anything. Will was the only one to nod his head. I personally didn't give a shit. Math was my worst class. I mean, I was smart. I got straight A's all through middle school but now...I guess I wasn't trying anymore. I mean, what's the use? Are we seriously going to have to know what X is equal to in the future when we are all sitting in little cubicles, calling and asking people if they want to buy a new refrigerator? Ok, so maybe I'm taking this a little too far but getting back onto the subject, I just didn't like math.

I looked to my right and saw Quatre, doodling on his notebook. Quatre was one of my few friends I had at high school. We met back in grade school and have been friends ever since. His blonde hair seemed weighed down by the humidity but his bright turquoise eyes were full of life. I saw his eyes shift over to meet mine and he gave me a small smile. I smiled back and then averted my attention back to the front of the class.

The school year had begun only a week prior and I was already getting sick of it. Definitely not a good sign... Sighing, I raised my hand.

"Yes, Mr. Maxwell?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I needed to get out of the classroom.

"Take the pass..." My teacher sighed before continuing his lecher.

I stood up, feeling my pants peal themselves from the seat. I exited the room and started walking down the hallway, my braid swinging behind me. I really wasn't going to the bathroom. My teacher didn't really care if I wasn't in the room. It didn't effect him at all so why should he care?

I was the only one in the hallway at the time. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Usually there were a few more people ditching class but everyone decided to fuck that idea and not waste the energy trying. What a day...

I rounded the corner of the hallway only to run straight into someone. Both of us fell down and I heard books being slammed against the cold tile. I looked up at the person only to find it was an unfamiliar face. The person I bumped into was a boy with short, brown hair and Asian features, including tan skin. He was wearing a loose green tank top that left his nicely toned arms bare and loose blue jeans.

"Sorry, buddy. I didn't hear you coming. That corner can sure be a killer, eh?" I said laughing as I stood back up.

The boy didn't say anything. He just started picking up his books and then stood up, ignoring my question.

"Ah...I don't think I've seen you around here. What's your name?" I asked, trying to be friendly.

Again the boy didn't answer. He adjusted some of the books in his arms and then walked right past me.

"Idiot..." I mumbled. Some people just had no manners. I continued my little walk around the school but I was thinking about that boy the whole time. 'He seemed to be my age, maybe a little older. He must have been new...I haven't seen him anywhere before. He could have at least given me his name..." I tried to put the incident past me. Whenever I closed my eyes I could see him perfectly. I could see his thin figure and his blue eyes watching me. 'Damnit, why can't I let anything go...' I sighed and figured it'd be best to return to class. I wasn't accomplishing anything by walking around the school in 104-degree weather.

I opened my math room door and sat down at my seat. From what I could see, three students had already fallen asleep. Will was still writing franticly, as usual. I glanced over at Quatre.

"You're early," He mouthed to me.

I sighed and mouthed back, "I saw someone."

Quatre looked puzzled. "Teacher?"

"No...student. New student." I whispered thinking back once again to the Asian male.

Quatre seemed to glow at my unspoken words. I smiled. Quatre was the type of guy who loved to befriend everyone, even if they didn't want to be befriended. He had a certain aura around him that allowed him to be able to hang out with the Goths one-minute and the jocks the next. Quatre was always smiling, except when he got in fights with his father.

"Name?"

My anger level once again raised a notch but I didn't let Quatre see. He would make a huge fuss if he ever saw me unhappy. "...He didn't say"

Quatre was about to reply when the bell rang, signaling the end of the first period. Everyone stood up and started gathering their stuff. Mr. Bogin was yelling out to everyone not to forget to do page 105 in their textbooks. I made a mental note of that before joining Quatre out the door.

"Sooo, what's he like?" Quatre asked me as soon as we were out the door.

"The new kid? Well, he's about my height, maybe a little taller. I think he's in our grade. We crashed into each other while turning the corner over there. He didn't say anything to me, even when I apologized," I said pointing over to the corner in the hallway.

"That's weird. Maybe he was just nervous," Quatre said trying to supply an explanation for the event.

"Yea, maybe," I agreed.

"We better hurry, I don't think Mrs. Stran is going to wait all day and Trowa hates it when we're late," Quatre said quickening his walking pace.

"Damnit, I hate Biology..." and with that we both broke into a jog and raced to the Biology room.

Upon entering the classroom, everything was as boring as it had been the day before. All the groups of friends in my class were each talking in their own little corner. Trowa was sitting in his seat, as always, reading a book. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Trowa!" Quatre called out running over to his desk.

I saw Trowa mentally bookmark the page he was on and looked up at Quatre. "Good morning, Quatre, Duo. You guys are later than usual." He said closing his book.

"Yea sorry about that...we were discussing something..." Quatre said.

"What would that be?" Trowa asked suspiciously.

"Did you hear about the new guy?" I asked, entering the conversation.

"New guy? Ohh...you mean the Asian kid?" Trowa asked.

"That's him! ...How'd you know?" I asked, wondering how Trowa could have known about him. Maybe he had his first period with him...

"...He's behind you," Trowa said pointing to something behind my shoulder. I whipped around, braid trailing behind me, and sure enough, it was the same guy as before. He was currently talking to Mrs. Stran and still carrying a ton of books.

"Yea! That's the guy I ran into!" I exclaimed. So he was in my grade, I was right about that.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class.

As I made my way to the back of the classroom, my eyes stayed locked on him. He just stood in the front of the room, staring off into space while everyone got situated around him.

"Ok class, get in your seats. As you can see, we have a new student here today," Mrs. Stran said, hoping to catch people's attention. She nodded at the boy and he stepped forward.

"My name is Heero Yuy. I have just recently moved here from Japan," the boy informed the class in a low voice. He looked calm and relaxed, not at all what you would expect from a new student.

'He's alive!' I mused, as a few people around me gasped upon hearing were he was from. 'I was beginning to wonder...' I smiled at my own stupid attempt at humor. The girls around me seemed to be falling head over heals for the mysterious Asian. I wasn't questioning their motives either. I mean, Heero was good looking...not that I'm gay or anything. I don't have anything against homosexual relationships but...

"Thank you, Heero. You can take a seat next to Duo in the back of the class," Mrs. Stran said pointing to the open seat directly to my right.

I groaned inside but kept my neutral face on the surface. I watched him walk towards me, this facial expression never changing. A few of the girls sent glares of jealousy in my direction, but I didn't my best to ignore them. 'Sure, take him. Be my guest!' I wanted to tell them. 'Though, there was something intriguing about Heero…but what? Was it the fact that he was a new student? Was it the fact that he seemed to be emotionless?' My head was starting to hurt.

Heero set his books on his desk and sat down, not even looking in my direction. 'Weird...' I pulled out my Biology binder. "Um...Hey, Heero. We...ah...met before, in the hallway, you know?" I whispered to him.

He turned his head and looked at me. Those icy blue eyes staring straight into mine. I could feel my breath get caught in my throat. God, why was this so hard. I could talk to anyone, any time! Well, at least he's looking at me now. He didn't say anything back...though I hadn't really expected him to.

"Ah...well, if you ever need any help, I'd be glad to show you around," I said, slipping a smile onto my face to hide my nervousness.

At first, I thought he was just going to ignore me like he had been. Instead, he answered with a simple "Thanks" and then, once again, turned his attention to the front of the class.

I felt my cheeks suddenly burn. I placed my hands over them in hopes to hide the fact that I was...blushing? 'God, what the hell is wrong with me! Why the hell am I blushing?' I slowly shifted my eyes to look at Heero again only to find him staring at me in the corner of his eyes, smirking. For some reason, that just made my face feel even hotter. 'Damnit! He saw me looking at him...and fucking blushing! Shit! I'm acting like a little schoolgirl! What the hell is wrong with me! I'm not...I'm...not...'

"FUCK!" I yelled suddenly, leaping up from my seat. Everyone around me stopped talking and just stared. I felt every pair of eyes on me.

"Mr. Maxwell! Don't disrupt the class like that ever again unless you want to be staying after school with me!...And don't use that language!" Mrs. Stran yelled sternly. I could feel her hellish glare on me even if I wasn't looking at her.

"I'm...sorry," I mumbled, slowly sitting down again. A few students laughed at the sudden outburst. Even though I was staring at the dull surface of my desk, I could feel Heero's eyes upon me. 'Don't look up, Don't look up, Don't look up...' I repeated to myself. I took a deep breath in and tried to calm down my racing heart before I had a stroke. 'Duo, you're not gay. Ok? Haha...that rhymed-that's not the point! We're getting serious here! You're not gay, you just find Heero...interesting? Hell if I know but YOU'RE NOT GAY!' I tried telling myself over and over. If I thought the classroom was hot before, it just raised 20 degrees. I could still feel my face burning, though not as intensely as before. My hands were sweating up storms as I wiped them on my pants that were feeling a tad too tight. I took another deep breath before looking up at the front of the class again.

Never have I had that much of a problem speaking in front of a class before. Well, maybe it was because this time it wasn't a sarcastic remark. This time, I really didn't mean to yell out of turn.

'There was just something about him...'

Author's Note- BOO! Scared ya didn't I? Well, END of Chapter One! Hehe, this was so much fun to write. First time in a LONG time that I've posted something! And it's also my first 1x2 fic. Hehe. RR please