Atem sat on the roof staring at the spot that Terry had once occupied, his mouth slightly open as his jaw went slack from shock. He suddenly felt winded, as if some pro wrestler had taken a swing at his chest and sent him flying to the ground winded. The sudden lack of oxygen made it impossible for him to think to even react, the imaginary pain all too real. The sting on his lip was the only key to letting him know this was real. This was not some nightmare where he was going to be woken from like earlier.

The fuck did I just, and she just, the hell! He let out a shout of anger as he slammed his fist on to the concrete. "Well fuck you," he growled at the empty spot. Wrong. "Fuck you bitch, you only saw me as some artifact or some shit like that!" Wrong. "Of course I wouldn't like hanging out if all you did was that! I got sick of it!" He argued. Wrong, you know that isn't true. That annoying little voice in his head spoke up. A voice he had expertly ignored up until now. No thanks to Terry, it was back.

Fuck this. I'm tired of it. I'm bored of it. I'm so over it. He clicked his tongue in distaste as he stood up and followed her out. He stomped down the halls, shoulders hunched with his hands shoved as deep as they could be in his pockets. I'm sick of it. He grit his teeth, shoving passed people silently until he got back to class, kicking his chair out so he can sit. He had hoped for some peace, but an ear splitting shriek in the form of his name kept peace well away. Now what! I don't want to deal with them right now!

"Oh my god! Yami, what happened to your lip?!" Anzu shrieked

"Like you fucking care," he scoffed at took his seat.

"Of course we care, you're our friend." Kyouhei spoke next, the once voice of wisdom that he revered just as earsplitting as Anzu's voice. Keeping his attention to the front of the room, he prayed to anything out there to make this all go away. His eyes darted to the classmates around him, no one making a move or even daring to make eye contact with him. They had abandoned him.

Ha, pathetic! What 'friends' they are! Only there when it's convenient for them! When I need someone it's as if they never in knew me! He clenched his jar even more, the soreness in his chest now a painful sharp sting. Hanging his head he kept his eyes shut to fight back the stinging sensation that followed a sudden flare of heat and then cold. Fucking sick of this….

The teacher had walked in and tried to gain order, but seemed to not bother with Kyouhei or Anzu who pestered Atem. On and on they spoke, trying to coax something out of him. He had tried his best to block them out, pay attention to the lesson over the tumult in his world when he heard it. They had said her name. His ear perked a little.

"It was the fucking bitch wasn't it? I know it was! Who else could it be! That slut is not worth your time! You should just spend time with us again Yami, don't worry about that skank anymore." She rambled on and each curse had stoked something in his chest. A sudden something flared in his chest. It was nothing like the sharp pain or the air sucking wallop from before, no it was a burst from inside of him. Slamming his fist on the table, he tried to silence them. He needed them to stop. He needed someone to help, but who would? Glancing at Terry from the corner of his eye, he saw how she ignored him. His chest felt tight. There was no hope for him. He was all alone.

Why the fuck do I even care? That's how it always been, the hell is wrong with my body? Did she fucking get me sick or something? These bullshit feelings…I'm better off without them. She's dangerous…I should keep this distance. I don't like this new shit.

A sudden clatter had the room grow silent and turn in its direction. Even the teacher had stopped. There Terry was standing as the two annoyances kept heckling him.

"Leave him alone. He wants to pay attention to the lecture."

What…why? Atem stared at her in awe. The constriction in his chest suddenly vanished and a sudden rush of something filled the cavity to the brim. An elation or relief of some kind. No, he was being stupid. Why would she come to his aide after what he had done?

"Mind your own business bitch. We're having a conversation. You clearly aren't a part of this." Kyouhei scoffed at her. Who did this girl think she was? Some hotshot like Kaiba? She probably did not even have any value to her name. Getting Yami back would be a lot easier if you minded your own damn business.

"And he doesn't want to be a part of it." She walked over to him and Kyouhei stood up to block her path.

"How the hell do you know anything about him? You're the one that hurt him. You're not someone he should be around." Kyouhei growled as Atem tensed to try and avoid trouble but she sidestepped Kyouhei with ease and grabbed Atem's hand and books.

Fucking pain in the ass bitch, you think you're better than me? You can't just ignore me!

Why are you doing this? Don't you hate me? "Oi, what are you doing? You're being a nuisance. Didn't you get that I don't like this shit you do?" He snapped as she yanked him out of his seat. Clearly not listening to his protest, she led him to her seat and placed his things down.

"You shouldn't be bothered here." She grinned at him before taking her things and heading back to his desk. Kyouhei growled audibly and elbowed her roughly in the back after knocking her books and things out of hand.

Who is better now? That's right, you're right where you belong. On the floor at my feet! He seamlessly made it look like an accident though, Anzu stepping on her hand before she gave a loud 'oops' as she pressed and rubbed into Terry's hand. Atem tensed at these actions, knowing the two well enough. It was far from an accident. She was pretty much begging them to target her.

But why?

"Enough, Ms. Sharif outside now." The teacher called out, knowing full well that Kyouhei and Anzu would hardly listen to him. Silently Terry picked up her things and placed them on Atem's desk before stepping out in to the hall where she was instructed to stand for the remainder of the class time. No sign of anger or resistance was seen on her face as she walked out. Instead, a small smile was rumored to have been seen by the class.

Why the fuck would you do that? I didn't ask you to…not you. For the rest of the class he began to diligently take notes to clear his mind. Though, every now and again he found himself staring out at her silhouette just out in the hall.