Joey's Valentine Woes-Part 2
After a very unproductive hour of ignoring the teacher blabbering on about something or other – Joey had no use for anything that involved the word Math, or that damned letter x - Joey had still not come up with a decent plan of action for capturing and melting the icy heart of Seto's.
He had sat all through class hour, putting his poor brain into overdrive, trying to think of a sufficient Plan B to convince Seto that Joey was indeed his Soul Mate, and they should not waste another second apart.
The thinking process wasn't working too well.
So far his spoils of war consisted of a beautiful purple bruise blossoming on his forehead from repeatedly banging it on the cold, hard wood of his desk. He had heard that this was supposed to help him think, shake up the creative juices in his brain and all, but it wasn't working either.
In fact, he was reasonably sure that he had burst a blood vessel or two in his brain. He tried to blink the stars out of his eyes. Huh. That couldn't be too good.
He had also managed to win himself a particularly large bump on the top of his head. The teacher whacked him with a ruler, screeching something about disrupting her class. Apparently his thinking was too loud.
His head now felt like a horrible, throbbing mass of unworldly pain.
Then he decided that a safer means of brainstorming might be a good idea. Means that did not involve physical abuse to his person.
He decided to do this by illustrating a detailed and complex plan that would leave no room for failure. It would be amazing, what with his great detailed-and-complex-plan thinking skills and all. Maybe he would even make a PowerPoint presentation, complete with pie graphs and color coded charts.
Twenty minutes of scribbling furiously on a piece of paper, he decided to analyze his work so far.
It still didn't help because all he had managed to draw was two stick people kissing with a little heart above them. He added a little Cupid arrow through the heart, for good measure.
But he already knew that part, so the piece of paper was rather useless. He crumpled it into a ball and tossed it on the floor in front of him (read: threw it with the force of a small canon). It rolled unhurriedly a few feet ahead (meaning: flew like a speeding bullet) to a few desks in front of him in the next row over and came to a rest next to a pair of expensive black shoes (reality: hit Kaiba hard in the back of the head and landed on the floor next to his shoes).
Joey gulped. Maybe he wouldn't pick it up. Yeah. Why would a billionaire be interested in random pieces of trash that just happened to be thrown in his direction?
A certain blue-eyed teen looked at the offending piece of paper that had attacked his person, before slowly bending over and picking it up and unfolding it. He stared blankly at the stick figure drawing for a few moments, blinking once, twice.
He then turned slowly, horror movie slowly, in his seat to give an unreadable, yet weird, look to the blonde.
Joey panicked. Quick! Look innocent! He whistled loudly in what he thought was an innocent manner, which only earned him another hit to the head with the teacher's ruler. Joey rubbed his head, muttering mutinously under his breath about rulers being banned from school on the grounds of being used as weapons.
Joey took a small amount of comfort that Kaiba would never be able to prove that he made the note. Joey just thanked the heavens that he had decided against drawing the huge Kaiba and Joey Make Out Session banner on the top, surrounded by winged messengers of love, like he had planned.
Then a thought occurred to him
Then again, maybe he should have drawn it. Then the brunette would be forced realize that Joey was in love with him too, and then confess his True Love. All according to the Plan.
Brilliant.
He was just about to motion for Kaiba to give the paper back so he could finish his drawing for him when the teacher whacked him with her ruler once again for failing to sit down and shut up. Joey went back to pouting.
Finally the bell rang, and Joey raced out of the room to get away from his violent teacher. As he was wandering through the crowded halls, it finally came to him!
This Plan was ingenious! It was foolproof! It could not fail him!
Joey tossed his head back and laughed diabolically in the hall way, causing innocent students to scatter away in fear. Innocent couples hurried to their next class, and one kid threw himself into his own locker.
The blonde walked toward his next period, brimming with confidence at the plan he would soon implement. As he finally came to the doorway of his next class, he paused, and was not at all surprised to see the brunette already sitting in his desk, long before class started up again, typing away on that infuriating laptop.
Joey glared darkly at the offending piece of technology. Why would Seto stare at that screen all day, when he could be staring at Joey?
Joey paused a moment. Actually, he was pretty sure that he did stare at Joey all day. He just had yet to catch him doing it
Leaning against the doorway where Kaiba couldn't see him, Joey took a moment to study the brunette.
His impassive eyes stared ahead without any emotion, but he had learned to detect a subtle softening in them whenever they gazed at the blonde. Even during their fights, there was something different than before. Something less hateful and something more along the lines of fondness. Or indigestion. It was hard to tell with the CEO.
Joey then allowed his eyes a moment to trail over Kaiba's body. Kaiba had long ago given up his trench coat at school, along with his supposedly required school uniform. Today he was wearing a button-up black dress-shirt with the top button undone, allowing Joey a small glimpse of the smooth skin underneath. He was also wearing black slacks that hugged slightly around the hips. The all black ensemble gave him a deadly yet sexy aura.
Joey hurriedly tried to mop up the drool coming out of his mouth.
Shaking his head to focus his thoughts, it was time to put his unbeatable Plan into action. He walked into the class surreptitiously, wisely giving up on the seductive swagger. It just really wasn't working out from him.
As he came up to the brunette, Joey dug his foot into the ground and 'accidentally' tripped – because, he would never do something like that on purpose. 'Cause he was, like, innocent and stuff – and fell right into the conveniently placed CEO's lap.
The blonde was actually rather surprised that he managed to pull it off without knocking over Kaiba's precious laptop. Not that he would have cared. It would have been an acceptable casualty, all in the name of Love.
But, he was pretty sure that Kaiba wouldn't see it that way. In fact, he would be willing to bet a month's allowance that Kaiba would probably make Joey scrub all of his floors to pay it off. All five stories of his mansion. By hand. With a toothbrush.
So Joey considered himself to be lucky.
Joey looked up into irritated, angry cerulean eyes. Not quite the look that he was hoping for in the brunette, but it still managed to make Joey feel all warm and gooey inside. Damn him for being so hot.
The blonde at least had the grace to pretend to be embarrassed, and even managed to conjure a shy blush. Kaiba didn't look like he was buying it, and intensified his glare.
Joey stuttered a fake apology, all the while leaning in closer toward the taller teen until he was merely an inch away. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, waiting for the brunette to take the all-too-obvious hint and kiss him like mad.
All he got were two very gorgeous hands, attached to two very strong arms, which were attached to a very sexy body, that gave him a very hard shove in the back.
Joey flew off the CEO's lap, and landed very ungracefully on his rear end, but not before his flight was brought to an abrupt end by a nearby desk, hitting his head on the corner.
Shit, that hurt!
His eye was very sore. He reached up to make sure it was not gushing blood. Today was not his day.
Seto didn't help matters by calling him a clumsy little puppy, and smirking that one day Joey would kill himself by falling down a sewer hole or something equally as stupid.
Joey blushed. He wasn't clumsy or stupid! It wasn't his fault that he just couldn't seem to think around the aggravating brunette. It wasn't fair. Kaiba had to go and be all hot and distracting. Kaiba was so mean to him!
How could the heartless bastard be so calm when he had a too-cute-for-his-own-good, ready-to-be-ravished blonde sitting right on top of him?
He just couldn't see how Plan B: Operation Everyone Loves a Lap Dance could have failed him.
He knew Seto wasn't human. He had to be a robot in disguise. There's no way someone could have that low of a sex drive to not take advantage of the very appealing blonde, in Joey's opinion.
Joey just shrugged to himself, as he trudged back towards his seat in the back of the classroom. That was okay. Robot or not, the blonde still loved Kaiba, and he was pretty sure the brunette loved him too.
Now to construct a Plan C.