The whole place was just idisgusting/i. Males now inhabited the hallways, doing what males usually did...not really. All the males I have ever met were at least decent, but these creatures were grotesque.
The way they talked even creeped me out, so I kept to the shadows. Imagining them seeing me walk pass any of them scared the living hell out of me. A lot of people knew me and the wonderful products I sell, so I wouldn't be surprised if I has a few stalkers from this school...just like all my other schools.
MC was the company I run, standing for Mamoko corp, and I was the CEO. Why was I the CEO, when I had a mother that was still capable of doing so? Because my mother is just not responsible enough to run things, and she would most likely make a mistake. She was smart, scarey, and very saphsticated, but could never seem to make a good deal.
Deal, as in trades or buying things worthy of our money.
She was x-CEO, but I took the job from her when she bought a stupid idea from some unimportant company for over some million. I was so angry when I took the job that started firing people left and right.
But then realization dawned on me, and I contacted them to get them rehired. People need money, and my anger problems shouldn't take that away from them. I didn't pay as much as stupid Kaiba corp did, but I thought he payed them too much, even though that was a good thing for his employees, it was still too much.
I peeked around a corner, glancing around nervously. The hallway I was looking at looked pretty abandoned, so I got out of hiding and sprinted.
That didn't help much, though.
A soft, not so timid whisper reached my ears, and I froze as it echoed through the supposably 'loud' hallway. How it reached other's ears was a complete mystery to me.
"Look, it's Naomi for MC."
I wrinkled my nose, shooting the girl with auburn hair a dirty look. She corwarded behind a blond, that somehow, reminded me of a dog. I arched an eyebrow, staring at him with questioning eyes. His hair...it was interesting.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust now, hearing the hall quiet down and many pairs of eyes burning holes into my ugly, pink blazer. I bit my lip, getting the courage to look beind my shoulder, but regretted imidiately.
"Oh, my gosh! It is her,"
"Ah, freak," I groaned, beginning to turn around and walk away, but ran right into a body, and came face to face with Mr. Interesting-hair. I looked up, so my eyes met his dark brown ones, and frowned. How I despised people who were taller then me, which was pretty much a lot of people.
But I wasn't short, just not as tall as most people.
I soon glared, pushing him out of the way and beginning to walk again, until an annoying accented voice called out to me, "Hey, I was talkin' to ya!"
"No you weren't, you were staring," I corrected, turning to face him with a plain look, irritation clearly written across my face, "Stop talking to me."
"Ch. Just like moneybags Kaiba," The blond scoffed, walking back torward a group of teens that were, of course, staring at me also. My gaze focused on one in particular, but then flicked back at the blond with an annoyed look.
"Did you say I was like iSeto Kiba/i? The dumbass is nothing like me! He seems too serious to be like me," I crossed my arms and pouted, turning my head away from him for more 'dramatic effect'.
The blond laughed, seemingly finding what I said humorous. My eyes wondered back over to him, looking at him questioningly, "What the hell are you laughing at?"
Then, he did something that greatly disturbed me.
He slung his arm around my shoulders, which caused some to glare (boys), and some to look nervously at me (girls). I believe most of these people have heard about me and the things I was capable of. I grinned at that, but remember the arm slung around my shoulder.
"What do you think you are doing," I glared up at him, grabbing his wrist and squeezing hard. He pulled back and held his wrist, but a grin still stayed on his face.
"I like you already! Someone who hates Kaiba like us has to be good," blondie grinned some more, letting go of his wrist, but not touching me again, just in case. Yeah, he knows I'm the vicious type...now, that is.
"Well, blondie, I don't like you."
"Well, that was pretty forward," A brown haired dude (Shuddup. . It's my English) with a pointy tip laughed nervously. He stood with the brunette loud mouth, who made everyone in the hallways' attention on me, a nice looking male with white hair, and a very...ivery/i short kid, with multi-colored pointy hair.
I blinked, staring at the wacked out group. The guy with the mulit-colored hair really made a...nice first impression. Made me wonder how his 'second' impression would be like.
I returned my gaze back to the blond, seeing that he was still smiling. I arched an eyebrow, wondering what he was smiling at. But then, I smiled as his smile started to fade, and he started to fume.
"Oh, no..." The brown haired girl groaned, leaning forward and look down the hallway, behind me. I raised another eyebrow, wondering what was so 'Oh no'. I turned around, but turned back around quickly as I saw who it was.
Speak of the devil.
Seto Kaiba stood a few paces behind me, a cocky expression plastered on his face, "Hey, mutt."
"Hey, moneyba- HEY! I'm not a mutt, Kaiba! Why dun you go back to dat big building of your's and be all depressed and a big...big...biprick/i/b?!"
"I would say something...but that was so stupid, it wasn't even iworth/i saying something about," Kaiba scoffed. His gaze flickered over to the group standing by the lockers, glaring, then looked down at me.
Or my back.
"Well, look what we have here. Naomi of MC corp..." Kaiba observed, walking forward to be in front of me now.
I wrinkled my nose, turning my head away from him in a childish way, "Don't talk to me. You're not important enough."
Laughing and 'ooh's could be heard in the background, laughing from mainly blondie and brown pointy. I rolled my eyes, wondering how teens of this age could be so immature.
Kaiba glared, and turned his head to look at blondie over his shoulder, "Shut up, Wheeler. I bet she said the same thing to you."
'Wheeler', now his name, fell silent, now glaring at Kaiba haughtly. He walked, or stormed, back over to his little possy and stood by them. Brown point also stopped laughing when Wheeler did.
"Ch. He's better then you, believe me. Wheeler has this...aura about him that says 'im-bettah-then-kaiba-so-befwend-meh!' about him...ya'know?" I grinned, walking over to him, and slinging my arm over his shoulders.
It wasn't ithat/i difficult...I'm not that short.
Kaiba's stare turned colder, if possible, and he directed it torwards me. I scoffed, glaring back. I knew he was going to be some sort of a jerk, and I loved annoying jerks. But, I still wasn't buddy buddy with the blond, nor anyone else, next to me.
"Are you comparing me to the mutt?"
Surprisingle, Wheeler didn't say anything.
"There is no need to compare, since that isn't very nice, my dear. I'm just saying...that you suck, period. You know, my company is much more better then yours, and you don't see me glaring at everyone with a look that says 'look at me and you're screwed!'," I grinned innocently, putting my arm back at my side.
Kaiba's face contorted with anger, but he covered it up quickly, turning around the way his class was, I supposed, but not walking, "You know nothing of me, Mamo-"
"Naomi"
"bMamoko/b," He continues, shooting me a look, "You have no right to say anything about me."
"What makes you think that?" I smiled, walking a bit closer to him, "I know plenty about you and your...misfortunes. You're only rich and famous because of your...'father'."
Kaiba's face now showed anger, and he turned to me. It really looked like he was about to hit me, but he didn't, and just stared at me, "Say or think whatever you like, but you know nothing. I bet I iam/i better then you."
I grinned again, ignoring the voice in my head that told me to flip him the finger and tell him there's no chance he was better then me, and raised an eyebrow, "Is that some sort of a bet? Want to play a game?...Losers get tortured, aka, have to be the slave of the winner for six months."
Kaiba stared at me plainly, a look of thought crossing his face. Two words were balancing themselves in his mind.
Reputation.
Humiliation.
Lose and and be humiliated by a girl...wasn't any possibility. He was going to win, and he iknew/i it. He stuck out a hand, being a business man and all, torwards me, "Deal. Now what is this 'game' of yours?"
I chuckled (like a girl), and took his hand in mine, shaking it enthusiastically, "Well...it's like racing...my brother has dubbed it 'candy dick'."
"Eh?" A majority of the people occupying the hallway space exclaimed, staring at me incredulously. I grinned, turning my attention back to the blue-eyed man before me.
"It's not what ya'all are thinking..."
Some sighs of relief were heard. (. Perverts...)
"You have a jet, correct?" I questioned, grinning in a not so friendly way at him. My eyes glinted menacingly, making Kaiba raise his brows in wonder.
"Yes..."
"Great! I'll be at your house around four, and make sure the you have your jet ready at dock No.34, which is where our race shall begin!"
Wheeler laughed, slapping brown pointy on the back...ibhard/b/i. Brown pointy flinched, glaring at Wheeler.
"Moneybags is gonna race a igirl/i," He laughed loudly. Want to know what came next?
strikeA shoe!/strike
Many dirty looks from the female population...ithen/i a shoe came. I twitched continuously, glaring at him, "I hate sexist remarks!"
Joey backed up a bit, hiding behind the brunette girl. But soon he noticed that she was giving him a little look, too, but stayed there anyway...it was better then being in plain view of the shoe. Yes, uThe Shoe/u. Even my shoes have a title...
I coughed, turning back around to Kaiba. I twitched again, noticing he was half way down the hallway.
"I wasn't done talking to you, buddy! What happened to having a nice conversation without one of the conversers walking away?! Uhg! I still have one shoe left, just so you know!"
I ran after him, him and I both turning a corner, out of everyone who saw that scene's view.
And so, everyone looked at the spot where the girl with one shoe once stood...looking at that one spot like it was crazy. (It was contaminated! No, it wasn't Maybe it was..)