I do not mean to insult cheerleaders in this chapter. It's just I don't think Seto would actually like cheerleading – it's not that I'm trying to insulting cheerleaders at all. In fact, some of my friends are cheerleaders and I'd never insult them.


I have decided I do not like Thursdays either. It's already given that I absolutely abhor Wednesdays. And I most definitely do not like Fridays hence the fact that today's Friday and why in my right mind would I like a day where I'm standing in front of the mirror in the girls locker room with my eyes shut wearing a cheerleader's uniform – and yes, you heard me right. A damn cheerleader's uniform. Why?

It's a long story… not.

Yesterday did not go well. I swear aliens have taken over Joey's and Seto's bodies. First they are practically drooling over each other and now the only time Joey drools is when he sees food. Seto just doesn't drool. At least, not that I know of. I just could not get them together. Literally too, because during gym I tried to push Joey into Seto and instead of them falling on top of each other Joey just trips into a nearby rosebush. Why there would be rosebushes on the soccer field is beyond me. And that is why I do not like Thrursdays. But enough of that – next thing I know I'll be singing a solo of my unfavorite things.

Today, as you should know by now, is Friday the day of the cheerleader tryouts. Yes, I-I-I… I can't bring myself to say the horrid F-word. But alas, I… failed. I know it's sad. Especially since the fact that Tristan, Yugi, and Yami have had oh so much fun rubbing it in my face.

I open my eyes and look into the mirror. Let's just say it could be worse. I mean, at least the uniforms aren't ugly – you can't really mess up blue and white. Just imagine if the uniforms had been green; I would have looked like some kind of Christmas ornament with my red hair! I try to smile into the mirror, then frown realizing how preppy I look. And trust me, that's enough to scare anyone. I sigh, the time has come to brave the horrors that lie beyond the locker room door or A.K.A. Tristan, Yugi, and Yami.

"Did you remember to wear appropriate underwear?" Yami, wonderful – not – Yami greets me as I walk out of the locker room. I glare at him.

"Now it not the time…" I begin before I'm interrupted.

"Not the time for what?" Mokuba asks as he practically bounces over to where Yami and I are standing.

"To discuss what kind of underwear she's wearing," Yami answers, smirking at me. Mokuba gives us a look like he's wondering what world we just beamed down from. I just give him a look like I don't know what the hell Yami's talking, about hoping Mokuba will just pass it off as another one of Yami's crazy mutterings.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him because I do not remember telling him about the cheerleader tryout ordeal and nor did I invite him for I already have enough people watching me make a fool out of myself. I swear that there's a secret cheerleading handbook saying everything to do and not to do if you want survive cheerleading tryouts without and fatal injuries to your body or to your pride. Sad thing is I haven't been able to check out the book from the library yet. But then it is a secret book…

"I'm here to watch you, of course," Mokuba starts. "Everyone else is here anyway." I groan at this. Just what I need – more people to watch me do something stupid.

"Don't remind me." I reply.

"C'mon guys. We should get into the gym." Tèa appears suddenly. I nod and follow everyone into the gym. Lucky for them, they get to go sit in the bleachers with the other onlookers while I have to go and sit with the other people going to tryout.


Seto's Point of View


I'm sitting in the bleachers with everyone else to supposedly support Killian in trying out to be a cheerleader. For some odd reason I have a feeling that apart from Tèa, Mokuba and myself that none of us really are here to support her. Not that I care if she makes the squad or not – she's not going to be here much longer so it doesn't really matter. She's really just doing it for fun. Though, for some odd reason I don't think she finds anything fun in the matter.

And neither do I, not that there's anything odd about that. I simply don't find watching girls dancing around in a most ridiculous manner saying these weird rhyming cheers about their school or sports team entertaining in any way. End of story.

Of course, one good thing about being here is the fact of the seating arrangements. By some chance of luck (or not) I happen to be sitting next to Joey. But of course no one is supposed to know we're together yet which kind of takes all the fun out of sitting next to him.

Damn, I'm bored.

I mean, Killian's not even trying out yet just some other girls who I don't even know. I glance over at Joey who also looks somewhat bored. And now I have an idea. I nudge Joey. He jumps slightly before looking at me.

"Bored?" I whisper. He shrugs and then nods.

"Meet me outside?" I say, though it comes out more like a question. He raises his eyebrows questioningly causing heat to rush to my face. Perhaps this was a bad idea. But then he nods.

I smile slightly before pulling out my cell phone, opening it and holding it to my ear as if someone had just called me. I stand to leave, telling Mokuba that I'm going outside to answer a phone call. And he believes me.

After only a few minutes of waiting Joey appears.

"That was slick," Joey comments motioning towards my cell phone. "Do you usually fake phone calls?" He asks.

"No," I say. "Consider yourself special." He smiles at that. "How'd you get out of there?"

"Told them that I was going to get something to eat," Joey answered. I laugh.

"And of course they believe that." Joey scowls.

"I don't eat that much," he protests.

"Right," I say. "I wouldn't even dare to suggest such a thing." And then there's silence as we just begin walking down the path from the gym.

"So… when are we going to let them know about…us?" I ask finally. He shrugs.

"Just before Killian leaves, maybe?" I nod, not really caring when. Revenge isn't really my style though a lot of those things Killian did were kind of embarrassing. I swear I'm never going shopping again….

Then there's another awkward silence. And then Joey stops walking.

"Oh just cut to the chase," he starts. "We both know why we're out here – and it's definitely not to walk in the moonlight." At this, I glance up at the sky and sure enough there was the moon. A full moon too. I guess we'd better watch out for werewolves then.

Joey then puts his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him and without further ado places his lips on mine. Damn, I could get used to this. And then I kiss him back and begin to wrap my arms around him.

All I hope is that those werewolves don't interrupt us.


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