I asked Quatre what he meant by 'next victim'.  Apparently, every so often, when Heero finds a girl he likes, he picks on her.  That's so elementary school, minus the booger eating part.  When I heard this, I was so tempted to lift up my dress, pull off my lacy pink panties and show him just what type of girl I was.  But valuing my reputation and dignity (if you can even call it that.)  I let the stalker go without making a further idiot of myself.

            You know, my teachers always said I was dumb, and this just proves it.  I had completely forgotten about detention with hot, stalker boy and when I remembered, well…heh, let's just say I got two more days added to my week long sentence.

I walked down the hallway to the torture chamber, erm, 'disciplinary room' as my principal call it.  Whatever, detention is detention. 

I opened the door and low and behold, there sat stalker boy.

I walked by taking a seat by the window.

"Sit and stare.  Out the window.  Yup, staring out the window, yes sir.  Stare.  Keep staring.  Staring…"

*Whack*

"HOLY SH-"

"Crash*

'Stalker boy, Heero Yuy was arrested this afternoon after murdering a young girl, who later turned out to be a boy forced to dress up as a girl by his psychotic mother.  Wow this is a fucked up story.  Back to you Bob.'

That was this evening's new report that ran through my head.  Well, okay, it was a bit exaggerated.  Heero hadn't killed me; he just hit my desk, scared the shit out of me and made me fall out of it.  He found it hilarious too.  He wouldn't stop laughing.

I glared up at him.

"Yeah, haha.  Hilarious." I snapped and stood my desk back up.

"Oh, she has a feisty side."

"She also has a rock hard fist.  Now leave me the fuck alone." I told him, retaking my seat.

"I've never met a girl who cussed so much.  Are you PMSing?"

I felt my face turn cherry.

"Why the hell are you asking me that!?" I screamed, slamming my fists oh the desk.  That poor desk, it never did a thing.

"It's a simple question.  Either you are or you aren't."

"I start at the end of the month if you must know."

He smirked at me, I hate that.

I could just picture my boy half strangling my girl half with a rope screaming, "YOU IDIOT!  What did you tell him that for!?  You don't start your period, period!  You're a guy moron!"  Then my girl half expires pitifully on the floor.

"Is that so?  Well, I'll mark that on my calendar Miss Maxwell."

"You enjoy pissing me off don't you Yuy?  Look, Quatre already told me about the whole victim thing.  Why don't you just go ahead and say it.  Say that you like me."

Stalker boy took a step back and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Fine.  I like you, I think you're cute." he said calmly.

I blinked.

"Huh?"

"This isn't how it's supposed to go!  Haven't you read the rules you stupid stalker boy!?  You're supposed to say no and deny your feelings.  Then, I go off believing you and through some weird, twisted, comical events we fall in love and ride off into the sunset!  Why in God's name did you tell the truth!?"

Heero took his seat away from me and stared, almost angrily, into space.

I muttered to myself continuously until Heero chucked a pencil at me with alarming force and I shut up.

He didn't talk to me for the rest of detention and you'd think I'd be happy about it, but I wasn't.  Oh know, of course not.  I'm the opposite of everything I should be.  A girl when I'm a boy and annoyed when I should be jumping for joy.  Why am I so retarded!  Why?

~After Detention~

I was walking home, now muttering to myself about not being stalked.  Being oblivious to my surroundings like normal, I didn't notice the girl following me, screaming for me to stop, until she threw her purse at me and it smacked me in the back of the head. 

Being a girl myself, or um, dressing like one, I carried around a heavy purse too.  But I'll tell ya, you never remember how heavy they are until you get hit with one.  So my memory was defiantly refreshed.

"Ow!  What is it with you people and hitting new residents in the head?  Some type of tradition or something?  What's your problem anyway?" I asked her.

She hit me again.

"OW!"

"You're my problem."

I glared at her.  That's when I recognized her.  She had bright, blue eyes and long, sandy, blonde hair that hung down with the exception of two braids that went behind her head.  I'm pretty sure her name was Relena.

"It's you!  Relena right?  What did I do?"

"That's Miss Relena to you!  And you are flirting with MY boyfriend!"

I thought for a minute.

"Wha?  Oh wait, Quatre?  Are you Quatre's slave?"

That earned me another hit from the evil purse of Maybeline bricks.

"Hell no!  Quatre's gay!  His 'slave' is Trowa Barton!  I'm talking about Heero Yuy!  He's mine!  Keep your un-manicured hands off!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Nice insult Relena."

She jerked me forward.

"Don't underestimate me Maxwell." She hissed.

"What is it with these people and surnames here!?"

I shrugged her off and went home.

I slammed the door to my house.  I noticed Heero hadn't come home the same way as me.

"I'm home." I called out.

My mom came in from the kitchen.

"Welcome home sweetie!  How was your day?"

"Great." I told her, heavy on the sarcasm.  "I've developed a stalker boy who has his own personal stalker girl who wants to kill me for being stalked by her stalkee."

My mom blinked and didn't say anything.

I looked at my hand.

"Mom?  Do I need a manicure?"

TBC

~*Author's Notes:*~

All done!  So what if I missed Algebra, English, and World History?  No biggie, heh, who needs college?  Lol, okay so no more writing during school for me.  Hope you enjoyed it. Til next time!  Ja ne!

-BlackStar