The silence of the class was deafening to Atem. Oppressive even. Way to be emasculated in front of everyone here. Then again…wasn't I looking for help? But from her of all people? Why did it have to her her? He kept his head down the entire time, pencil scratching against paper just like the rest of the students. However, from time to time, he found his azure eyes flickering to the silhouette of his heroine. What good am I if I can't even stand up for myself. He dropped his head once more and resumed his notes. This was not only a hit to his masculine pride, but a blow on top of the stupid stunt he pulled earlier on the roof. Could time tick any slower? He had been thinking a lot lately…and not in the usual way. Nothing had been usual since the new girl-you mean Terry. The little in voice came to correct him once more.

The opening of the door had most of the people looking, but he knew who it was. Usually around this time, if anyone would be coming in it would Seto Kaiba. Normally the sound of his seat moving would be much further than usual. However, sitting here had him closer to the source. It was awkward. This seat was awkward. All of this was awkward and wrong. What could he do though? Great, now he's boring a hole in the back of my head. Fucking great.

Finally, the bell rang and she was back in the room. He sprang from his seat at the sound, ready to run up to her and confront her. However, what would he do? Yeah, what could a pansy ass like you do? You can't even stand up to your ex and ex-best friend who starting banging each other soon after you broke up is such a manly streak. He gritted his teeth as her friends went running over. However, instead of listening to their conversation his eyes honed in on something, rather someone, Terry. He followed her gaze and his chest tightened. She was looking to them. Why? This did not bode well. Wait, is she? No way…no, abso-fucking-lutely not! He glared at the two she was looking at, his chest puffing in anger.

"Atem?" That oh so familiar voice called out to him. He never thought it would call out his name again. He never thought he would be calm when being called by proper name. His head turned forward and there they were, those always observing and ever searching eye. How many times had he flinched and felt bare under that gaze?

Why are you always looking at me? Another thought crossed his mind, but he was not ready to face it. He heard his name once more. It sounded so nice. Thrice. Didn't this use to bother me?

"Atem…hello?"

"What?" He snapped, or he had intended to. Was that rasping his voice? No way. He intended to be angry, right? He shook his head and looked at her. "What?"

"I asked if you wanted to change seats. I know it's only for a bit but I mean a change of scenery would be good for all of us I think. Try my spot out for the rest of the say ok?"

What? Wait, whoa. There was no way she was asking this of him. This was like asking to go in to a battle unarmed while the other side had all sorts of resources at their disposal. He opened his mouth to speak up.

"Whelp teacher is here, you sit through the rest of the day and at the end we can see how you feel. It's a good view of the board." He barely felt the pat on his shoulder as the world seemed to just whip around in his head. He really had no idea if he could even stand. Were his knees knocking?

She is fucking insane. He fell back in to his seat, he could not breath. Was he breathing?

"So, you're agreeing to the trial? Cool, just gonna grab my things. I'll bring your stuff over here for you." He heard a tapping on his desk and she was gone.

When did I agree? Oh wait, wasn't I standing a second ago? Shit, did she take that as a yes? He glanced at his current desk and there were his books and the others from before are gone. She really thinks I said yes. This did not bode well.