As soon as the bell sounded for the next class, Yami was awake and alert like never before. It was the one class he would never miss-P.E. It was a time where students could release the pent up energy that came from sitting at a desk all day. A time he was allowed to run amok his emotions in a healthy form of channeling. Not to mention, like any other hormonal straight teenage boy, he was allowed to watch the girls stretch and play as well.

The only thing that makes coming to this hell hole worth it. A small grin curled on the corners of his lips as he walked down the halls to the guy's changing room. He normally walked in and out quickly to avoid the stupid talk of others, but today was different. Today, the talk of the town was the new girl. Was she athletic as she said she was? Would she prove her stories true or false? The clothes she had on today gave no hint of her figure aside from that she is slender, pretty tall for their average heights in class, and female. At first the conversation annoyed it. Who really fucking care? Does it matter if she lied about that shit? So she made huge claims and comes out to be a fraud like everyone else-whoopdie-fucking-doo! Though he thought this, his mind was actually running possible scenarios of what she looked like and what her abilities were to these stories he had overheard about.

"Daydreaming about the new girl already?" A familiar voice rang in his ear suddenly, ripping Yami from his thoughts as he looked to see his friend Kyohei.

"Right, I have a girlfriend remember."

"So? Does looking ever really hurt to look? I mean they wear those short sorts and tight shirts for us to look though they bullshit and say it's not for that." Kyohei was one of the few people Yami found to be genuine. He was blunt in his words as well as his actions. He had a temper and admitted it and was able to get what he wanted in life. He had taught Yami that those who play fair are always fodder for those strong enough to climb the needed hills to get to the top. At first Yami had thought him crazy, but was soon awakened to the disparity of reality.

"True," he muttered to himself a bit as he changed in to his sweats for the day and headed out to the field with the class. As per usual he noted the girls were dressed as Kyohei said they would be, in a manner that was obviously attention seeking. There were the few girls that wore loose fitted or guy clothing like Hikaru. There there were the overly dolled up ones like Sakura where you were unsure if it was for show or if the in fact enjoyed dressing in a manner as that. He noted the very two he was thinking of were talking to someone in clothing that was not the uniform. There was no mistaking it-she was the new girl. He snorted at her clothes and shook his head.

She probably feels embarrassed for not being dressed like the others. She'll probably dress like the other girls in no time-wait, why the fuck do I care? I don't care-exactly. She's just a statistic. She's gonna prove Kyohei and me right. He thought to himself as he noted the slight annoyance of the idea of her conforming like the others. It bugged him how this random girl got under his skin. He quickly directed his attention to Anzu and smirked a bit as she waved to him and Kyohei. He nonchalantly waved back before they were made to head over to the baseball field. That was stopped however by the sudden excitement among the girls.

There was a race between Anzu and the new girl.

This got the attention of even the coaches and so they were allowed to observe the new development. Yami knew Anzu would win. She was one of the better runners in the girls in class. The new girl definitely had her death wish. He leaned up against the tree as Kyohei went closer to eye the girls a bit as he faked attention to the race. Seto stood beside Yami with his arms crossed, much to the tri-haired punks surprise.

"Joining us for P.E.?" He teased lightly, which earned him a grunt from the tall brunette business tycoon.

"I have to show up some times. What's going on?"

"There's gonna be a race between Anzu and that new chick." Yami answered coolly, as if the win had already taken place. "Anzu will show her her place."

"We'll see about that. The new girl has already surprised us a few times with sassing you and now this." Seto smirked a bit, not a fan of Anzu. He was not an instant fan of the new girl either, but she had put Yami in his place and that showed she had some guts worthy of respect. Yami frowned at this and turned to the race as the coaches shouted for the racers to get ready.

"Ready, Set, GO!" One shouted as the other blew the whistle. Instantly the girls were off and the classmates began to cheer. Sakura normally put zero effort in this class, but to many's surprise she was actually attempting-though she was bound to be last. Hikaru had burst forth with great energy, which gave a lead for a bit. By the middle of the first lap she was taken over by Anzu and the new girl. Everyone's eyes were now on the two who had the bet. Yami watched the two, Anzu easily in the lead. He snorted and looked away, there was no point to watch this since she was bound to give up and slow down by now.

"Oh ho," Seto mumbled to himself and Yami saw a smirk on his face and the cheers went silent for a moment before they erupted loudly again. He quickly turned back to the race to see that Terry had passed Anzu. When it happened he was not sure, but there she was in the lead.

What the fuck? How, she was just behind her! People usually give out by now! He thought as he grit his teeth.

Anzu glared at Terry was now ahead of her. In a panic she quickly tried to shorten the distance between them. As she neared Terry, a smirk came to her lips and she looked to the girl beside her. What she had not expected was the sudden burst that came from Terry that pushed her ahead once again. It definitely proved that in a pinch, Terry had reserved energy to use to help her push onward. Her eyes were set on the track ahead and she had not even glanced at Anzu. The way her hair whipped in the wind was memorizing. Yami could not take his eyes off of her at the grace and poise she had as she ran.

Quickly she lapped Sakura again, then Hikaru, and soon enough she lapped Anzu who had just lapped Hikaru. It was all over as time stilled and Terry came to a halt at the end of her fourth lap. She was panting, but not as heavily as the other girls. Sakura had slowed to a jogging pace and managed to convince Hikaru as well to join her as Anzu heaved angrily at the turn of events. Yami gaped along with the others as her band of friends began to cheer and ran up to her. The boys hoisted Terry up on to their shoulders and the class cheered her name loudly as Anzu's friends headed over to her. The way the sun hit her smiling face had Yami spellbound. Her lightly tanned skin glistened in the light from her sweat as her eyes sparkled like some precious stones. The coaches quickly broke the cheering crowd and Terry was aloud back on Earth, the spell that held Yami broken and he quickly let out the breath he had no idea he was holding.

He was about to berate himself when Terry walked up to Anzu. He quickly made his way over to his girlfriend when he stopped just behind Terry at her words.

"You know what you need to do. You lost." She said simply.

"What," Anzu snapped but noted Terry was not joking and clicked her tongue. "Alright, fine, you didn't lie."

"I don't care about that, apologize about what you said about my father." She stated bluntly soon after and soon enough silence fell over the class as Sakura and Hikaru came up to. Anzu growled a bit at this, a set frown on Yami's lips.

"What?" Yami raised a brow at this before Anzu could speak and she paled a bit at his gaze.

"N-nothing, I'm sorry alright?" She said quickly and walked away. Yami followed after Anzu, not even bothered to push pass Terry. What had transpired was unknown to him, but he was not about to let this slide with his girlfriend.