The final bell echoed through the school, the students slowly preparing for their departures as they talk amongst their friends. Anzu sat at her desk, her eyes on the clock as it ticked away more. This action was quite odd for her, the concentration was one no one dared to break. Not even Atem who had to reel himself back from being overly concerned. He was no longer her boyfriend and wanted nothing to do with her.

As soon as he was gone, she stood from her seat and grabbed her things in silence. As she walked against the crowd, she made her way outside to the outside equipment sheds. One of the doors was ajar with led to her smirk.

Perfect. As soon as she stepped in, the door was slid shut and Kyouhei emerged from the shadows.

"So, what is this plan?" He asked as he stepped up behind her. His voice as a deep whisper, dripping with mischievous interest. The proximity would normally be uncomfortable for an average girl, he so close that she was unable to even turn to look at him. Anzu was unfazed however as she tilted her head away from him.

"Do you really want to hear that first?" She purred back.

"No." He chuckled, one hand slipping under her skirt. "You know very well I prefer being paid up front and gratitude after." There was no fight from her, just the sound of her bags being dropped on nearby equipment along with the swish of her ribbon pulled off.

"Then let's begin," she pressed her boy further back against him.

The time that had passed was unknown to them, their bodies tangled and sweat laden after rigorous activity. Kyouhei listened silently as he smoked a cigarette, the only real bit of light in the room aside from the dying red light of the sun.

"You want you and me to flirt and mess around openly?" He raised a brow at this. "Trigger his jealousy? How is that any good?" He frowned a bit, not that he minded the idea. It just meant he could to more without worry-not that either of them really cared if they were caught. No one dared tattled on them.

"Who better than his best friend?" She said coolly with such confidence as she crossed her sore legs. "It will be hard blow that will eat at this stupid farce of strength that bitch is giving him." She spat the word at the thought of Terry. "Nothing is working like before. She's definitely sleeping around with him."

"I don't see what else she could be doing that would have him so obedient. A good blowjob can blow any mind." Kyouhei huffed out the last bit of smoke before he flicked the dead butt on to the cement ground. "Count me in, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow 'honey'." He smirked as she stood to get dressed.

"I can't wait 'sweetie'." She laughed back, dressing without concern to his hungry gaze. In fact, she dressed slowly and more sultrily almost, enjoying the attention. The two head their own way once dressed. They would definitely see just how much was needed before they decided to act, and the night could not go any faster in Anzu's eyes.

As always, the sun rose high in to the sky and Anzu was up with it. She sat before her vanity mirror, meticulously working on her face with layers of contouring and different shadows that had the shimmer but neutral tones. Hair straightened and styled and lashes brushed with mascara, she finished it all with gloss that made her lips cherry red. The final touch after the slight dusting of pink on to her lips. This was her daily ritual. It was her war paint in a world where a girl was nothing but the look she gave. Once satisfied with her look, she slipped on her heels and boarded the family car that awaited her arrival and safely got her to school.

She took her sweet time, spritzing herself with perfume that all the boys loved, especially him. With a quick thank you to her driver, she stepped out and in to the school grounds. Nothing could ruin this day. She would be victorious. These thoughts came to a screeching halt at the sight of the three sprawled on the floor and from her view it looked far more than what it really was.

No, this can't be! How could he-how could she! That bitch! Her thoughts raged so much that all she was able to utter was a shriek of abject shock. They were kissing in front of everyone weeks from the break up. The makeup she perfectly placed easily hid the draining of color, the angle she had of them giving the wrong impression completely. As he leapt back on to his feet, the usual banter and harsh words were exchanged and she was left to glare daggers once again.

This was war.

We start 2day She sent as soon as she sat in her usual seat, her friends cursing off Terry. Yes, it had to be her. He wouldn't just up and kiss a fugly slut like her. She has no sex appeal! I mean look at her, she is given a pass from wearing the uniform and she dressed to match the code? Not an ounce of makeup in sight either! Bags bigger than my purse under her eyes. She seethed in her seat. Kaiba had watched the spectacle silently, but was far too amused and had zero fear of the brunette, so he chuckled to himself. Though she snipped a 'what' at him, he merely smirked at her mockingly that was barely a moment long. What the fuck, rich ass brat thinks he's hot shit. Fucking needs to get laid is what, a good pounding up that tight ass of his to show him he ain't shit. She dare not speak those words, self-preservation a concept not lost on her.

As soon as the first break started, Kyoushei was over and he leaned on to a desk. He glanced at Atem, giving a small nod at his attention before he bluntly kissed Anzu who came to greet him. The sight sent shock through the class, but rocked Atem's silent world. The feelings that were slowly dying suddenly sprang back to life in him as the two practically devoured one another as they all watched. The teacher was left a stuttering mess as well.

"If you're going to be so open, at least be respectful of others…or at least move from my desk." A voice called out, but was lost in translation as Kyouhei forced his tongue into Anzu's awaiting mouth. "By respectful, I don't just mean the class by the way and I'm not talking about me." The voice spoke again and suddenly he was yanked away from the kiss. He growled at interrupter, no woman ever treating him like this. No one treated him like some child. He found himself face to face with two defiant and stern eyes. The look had him wanting to laugh, but irritation won out.

"What, such a prude at our age? I bet you're a virgin too." He scoffed at her, as if to embarrass her. A wicked smirk curled on his lips. Watch, she's just und up flustered and leave us be. Anzu's worrying for no reason. The next words had him choking on his thoughts.

"Yeah, I am…so what? Why's that even relevant to this discussion? I'm asking you and her to take it elsewhere." She frowned at the two, the two gaping at her 'stupid' response.

Did she just openly admitted to lack of experience so simply? That's a fucking right! Who is this bitch? He laughed openly at her response, this all far too much.

"I don't really get what's so funny, but I'm serious. Move from my desk and take this where others don't have to see you." She stated firmly, Kyouhei clicked his tongue in distaste at the lecture.

"I'll see you later. The nun parade is a real fucking bore." He rolled his eyes as he shoved Terry as he walked toward the door. Anzu quickly walked after him, stomping on Terry's foot as she chased Kyouhei and called out to wait for her. The two looked back at her, snickering before they stepped out in to the hall.

"See," Anzu pouted as she rested her hands on her hips.

"She's definitely an odd handful. This will be far more interesting than I thought. I should pay attention more to classes." He hummed, his interest peaked to show this new girl the ropes as much as Anzu wished to.