After a nice relaxing weekend and a French manicure, that shity little thing called reality had to come back and in the form of my alarm clock and wake me up for school Monday morning.

I reached from under the covers, feeling for my alarm clock.

"Once I find you you're going straight to the wall ya damn piece of ringing metal bent on torturing teens with you crappy metal bells, waking us up too early in the morning to go to a place we don't want to go to in the first place."

Hey give me some credit for this, that's a whole morning's worth of thought process crammed into one insult.  So what if I wasted it on an inanimate object?

"Duo!  Wake up sweetie!  It's time for school!"  my mom chitters happily from down the hall. 

Is chitters even a word?  Ah well, doesn't matter.  She chittered, not chattered, chittered, deal with it.

I groaned and rolled over.

"No.  We don't have school today, you're mixing up your days again Mom."  I call back at her.

"Then what's today?"

"Christmas."

"Then where are the presents?"

"I ate them."

"All of them?"

"Will you stop interrogating me?"

"Does that require an answer?"

I sighed and pulled myself out of bed with much effort and went downstairs.

My mom was in the kitchen all perky, making my perky little lunch in our perky little kitchen while I sat there, sulking.

"You're up!  Merry Christmas dear!" my mom says in a perky, mocking way. 

I glare at her, chipmunkly, I make up words as I go.  Leave me alone.  Stupid grammars freaks.

"You have no imagination.  Couldn't we have just worked with me, just a tiny bit?" I ask her.

She kisses my cheek.

"No sorry.  It's against the Mother's Handbook.  See page 93 under Sleep Torture, paragraph 3b."

"Hardy-har-har.  Good one mom." I snap as I head back up the stairs to my room.

~At School~

After the sarcasm fest with my mother, and a noisy bus ride, I was, unfortunately, back at school.  As usual, I walked down the halls, not paying any attention; I subconsciously set myself up for these things. 

"Hey Miss Maxwell I have something for you!"

Hearing my name being called, I turn around out of habit.  I look to find Heero standing right in front of me.

"Oh it's you.  Never mind then, I'm sure whatever you have for me isn't something I'll enjoy."  I coolly tell him as I turn back around.

"Oh but you might need this." Heero replies.

I spin around ready to scream at him for the second time this week, instead something in a pink plastic wrapper is shoved in my face.

"T-tampax?" I stutter.

"Sorry if it isn't your brand.  Are you more of a pearl girl?" Heero asks me, smirking.

"Any man who knows the catch phrases of tampon commercials in SERIOUSLY disturbed.  Oh wait a second, I'm one."

"Wh-what is this for!?" I shriek at him, my voice jumping up two octaves.

Heero smirked some more.

"It's the end of the month isn't it?"

I clenched my teeth as the blood rushed to my face and I turned a deep shade of red.

Heero tilted his head to the side, still smirking.

"I thought the blood was supposed to go in the other direction."

That didn't help.

I snapped, my hand launched out and I punched Heero right in the mouth.

"JERK!" I screamed, and stormed off.

If you think I got away with, here is where you're wrong.  The teachers here have globe positioning systems built into them or something.  Or it could be that I was hiding in a popular make-out spot, the janitor's closet.  Everyone came here, there were the initials to prove it.  Relena & Jesse, Relena & Jonathan, Quatre & Trowa, Relena & Susie, Relena & Brandon.  Okay so just Relena whoever her current pet is and Quatre and Trowa.

The janitor was the one to find me.  The teachers dragged me to the principal's office where I was given a lecture and three more weeks of attention.  Whoo…..on a roll here.

~After Detention~

I was released from my prison, only to fine more misfortune outside.  Heero was outside in the parking lot with a busted lip.

I tried to walk by unnoticed, but I think Heero has a GPS built into him too, so of course there was no escape from him either.

"Duo!" he shouted at me.

"Pretend you don't notice him, pretend you don't notice him."

"Hey Tampax Queen, I'm talking to you!"

My mind has a habit of suddenly switching moods, I think it's bipolar.

"Smash his face in."

I spun around, ready for round two.

"What?  One punch not good enough for you!?" I hissed.

Heero glared at me, and I mean death glare, not shut-up-you're-annoying-me glare, but one-more-word-out-of-you-and-someone-will-find-you're-mangled-body-in-a-river glare.

"You owe me an apology."

I looked at his split lip, there was dried blood.

"Nice lip stick, what shade is it?  Passion Punch, Crimson Splash?"

"Alright, you made your point, I was out off line."

I clapped my hands.

"You can learn!"

This remark earned me another glare.

"Fine, for that last remark I'm sorry.  Now, tell me Mr. Yuy, what is it gonna take for you to STOP BOTHERING ME??" I asked, stretching out the last three words.

Heero leaned in close and kissed me.

My mind stopped, I couldn't move.  I hoped I wasn't drooling.

Heero broke away first.

"You'll have to go out with me."

I shoved him away.

"Maybe you misunderstand the meaning of leave me alone.  It doesn't mean spending more time together.  It means you leaving, as in going away, no further contact with each other."

"But you didn't ask what it would take for me to leave you alone.  You asked what it would take for me to stop bothering you."

"No I….aw shit."

Heero started to laugh quietly.

I glared.

"Shut up.  You're the one who got your lip busted by a girl."

"At least what you think is a girl."
Heero's laughter immediately stopped.

I sighed in defeat.

"Fine if it gets you to stop handing me Tampax in the hallway, fine.  I'll go out with you."

Heero took a step closer, I pushed him away.

"But I have some rules.  No calling me sweetie, or darling, or Pooh bear or any foreign words I can't understand.  No touching my ass, chest, or any other part of me that shouldn't be touched in public.  No calling me.  No dirty notes in my locker.  No whispering in my ear.  No getting horny on me.  And last of all no sex before marriage got it?"

"Even though I feel like tackling you and licking you all over right now, in this very parking lot.  ACK!  What am I thinking?  I hate him!  Eww gross!  Heero cooties!  Hot Heero cooties.  No!  Bad!  Bad Duo, bad!"

Heero quirked his eyebrow.

"No sex before marriage?"

I shrugged.

"My uncle is a preacher."

"Oh…"

I nodded.

"Yeah, so.  You agree or no?"

He kissed my cheek.

"Whatever you say babe."

My face turned red.

"I said no names!  That's it!  We're breaking up!"

Heero shook his head.

"Babe wasn't on the list."

"It is now.  And if you don't mind, honey.  I need to get home."

Heero put his arm around my waist, leading me to a car.

"Let me give you a ride."

I looked at his car, debating.

"Common sense half votes no.  Horny half votes yes.  Horny half gets two votes!  Testosterone wins!"

I get into the car, ignoring my common sense half bitch and complain before my other half beats it unconscious with a stick.

We drove down the road, listening to the music from the radio.

"You live across the street from me right?" Heero asks.

"Oh, um, yeah."

Heero nodded.

"Nice house isn't it?"

I nod.

"Very nice.  Wait, how would you know?"

"We were friends with the old family."

"Oh."

"Hn."

"First you wouldn't stop the wisecracks, now you're speaking in grunt.  Nice change."

There was a lapsed silence.  Then I thought of something.

"Hey Heero.  Did you ever date a girl named Relena?"

The car screeched to a halt.

"Who told you that?" he asked in a creepy, quiet voice.

"From her…right after she beat my with her purse of Maybeline bricks." I answered.

Heero turned to stare at me.

"You met her already?"

"Um yeah, she threatened me.  Said to leave her boyfriend, you, alone."

"Fuck.  That bitch.  Why can't she get over it already.  God."

"Um, get over what?" I asked.

Heero shook his head.

"Nothing.  Don't worry about her, I'll deal with her."

We started moving again and the silence stayed all the way to my house.

I got out and waved bye to Heero, who didn't even look up from the road.

"Oh yeah, you're staring out as great boy friend material.  Jeez, and I thought I was moody.  You sure it's not your period Heero?"

I walked into the house where I was immediately questioned by my overly excited mother who wanted me to spill every detail.  Over course I was happy to oblige.

To be continued…..

~*Author's Notes:*~

Hello!  Ha!  I accomplished my goal!  Update one story before break is over!  Now if only I could get my school work done that easily.  Heehee ^  ^; I is a lazy author, that I is.  Well anywho, hope ya enjoyed it! Til next chapter! Ja ne!

-BlackStar