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Chapter TWO
"So how are you doing in your extra classes, Anzu?"

"Ok, Mom." Thanks to some boy who is helping me a lot, Anzu thought, with a chew of her asparagus on her shiny fork. Her mother was a clean fanatic. They were eating dinnet in the spotless kitchen, which glittered so much that it felt like one was in a gold room, King Midas's.

Anzu knew it was a boy helping her, though she didn't know why. How she knew, she didn't know either. In fact, the whole thing was unreal.

It was probably one of those geeks that expected a date after first semester ended. Exams were closing in, and she felt confident about her Computer Class. Thanks to some guy she had never met before.

It was kiind of romantic: a mystery man. But no one in there was as half good-looking as her. Except Seto. She hated to admit it, but he was. So much that it was weird that he didn't have a girlfriend. Anzu tapped her pen.

Ew, why was she thinking about him? She hadn't a clue.

It's not like I'm interested in him.

No way he could be my mystery guy. The chances are. . . the chances . . .

Unerved, uneasy, she got up suddenly, so suddenly that her thigh banged into her desk and knocked her paperweight off. Cursing, she bent to pick it up and her sheaf of hair swept across the surface. Papers flew!

"Ow. . . "

She looked a one of the papers. It said:

"To AM. the secret to the answers on the exam page is located on the computer. . . "

Underneath was instructions from the desktop to the main storage. It was under the teacher's name.

"No way!" she cried. "Giving me the answers to the test? That's cheating!" Still, her sapphire-blue eyes hungrily scanned the instructions listed below. It was all there. How could he?

How could he know?

Her glossy pink lips pressed together. Then message was signed: SK.

By morning, she was still chanting, "A Concidence." Surely the one who had helped her so much wasn't-? Wasn't he supposed to be this mean guy who-?

"I'm in the Twilight Zone," she murmured, opening her locker. "A world where test answers are given after you hurt your knee and Seto Kaiba is nice."

The intials were the same. Of course, there was another guy in the class who was named Shaw Kinishe, so . . .

"Anzu! Pay attention!"

"Yes, sir, teacher sir."

"Now today, we're going to study how to design web pages." The teacher began lecturing about HTML. "It is the simplest thing you will ever learn."

Anzu rolled her eyes. Easy for him to say; he sat in front of computer all day. Only Seto Kaiba did that also.

"Now, pair up in groups," there was a moan of unsurprised boredom in the class, "and create your own homepage. Make it interesting for me to see. Use JPEG images, not GIFs, its easier."

Predictably, Kaiba was left partnerless. He didn't seem to care, though. He just went right ahead with his typing, eyes steady on the screen.

He probably lives for these days. Anzu got up and dropped herself into the seat next to him. "Are you the one sending me those emails?"

"Maybe." He said, not looking at her. But she could see the smirk.

"Mazaki! Leave Mr.Kaiba alone. Do your own work for once!" The teacher frowned, fat old hands on his polyester plaid hips.

"But sir, you said that we have to work in pairs. . . "

"Oh." The teacher looked very surprised that someone wanted Kaiba. "Oh. Okay. Well, if you're DYING to be Kaiba's partner, then . . . " He put extreme force on the word.

"It's not like that!" Anzu said, blushing. The rest of the class gawked at her. Kaiba paid no attention.

Mr. Proctor had said it so like that, the rest of the school knew by noon. Anzu's face was still red as she sat down to lunch.

"Got hit in the face by a volleyball," she said in response. Meanwhile, she was thinking: it had probably had been him who helped her. She couldn't deny it anymore. It wasn't Shaw at all. She'd have to prepare herself.

Did he expect a date after all? How embarrassing. It would be awful.

Then why was her heart beating faster?

No it wasn't. . .

It was. . .

Skipping beats! Ack!

I'd have a heart attack, she thought, and it's all Seto's fault. Kaiba's! I mean Kaiba's!

Maybe she was feeling ill.

Cutting school early, Anzu went home and lay down on her bed. She dreamed that a million Kaibas were trying to give her tests, but she turned them all down.

"Look, if you don't want me to give you the answers, just say so," Kaiba said the next day between classes. He was shoving in his books in his locker while speaking.

"So it was you!" she said breathlessly, still feeling ill. Clearing her throat: "Well, I can't say it wasn't a nice gesture, but . . . "

"But what?" He slammed the door. "You need it; you don't have a clue on what you're doing in that class. Unless what the teacher said was true, you do have a crush on me?"

"Y-yeah, right!" she faltered, wondering if this was another dream. She certainly felt dreamlike. "Yeah, right. Anyway, what I want you to tell me is why."

"Call it my good deed of the year," he said over his shoulder as he walked away. He certainly looked good from the back.

"Good deed of the year. . . yeah, right," she murmured aloud, watching his retreating form. "More like manipulative deed of the year."

She winded up using the answers. It was true, she didn't have a clue. This fact made her feel stupid. Maybe she wasn't cut out to be a geek.

"I feel like I owe you something." She said to him after they got their results back: she'd passed with flying colors. "M-maybe," she coughed, "a date or something?"

"Oh, please." He looked at her legs. "You don't owe me a darn thing."

She crossed her knees. "But now you have something on me. If you tell. . . "

"I won't tell."

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Because you'd get expelled. If I did, that is." He smiled, a real smile, not a smirk.

"Still. One date. And then we'll be even." She said, feeling silly for her logic. Maybe she was stupid to ask. Maybe she was curious to why her heart kept skipping when she looked up at him.

This is weird. . .

She'd never even had an interest before!

"You must think a lot of yourself, Mazaki. But I'll pity you, and go out with you." He returned back to his work.

Hmm. . . there was something about that that she didn't like. "It's not like anything's going to happen," she said abruptly, trying to convince herself. He grunted an agreement, and she got up and left.

"I can't stand him," she said later, while getting ready. The whole sentence had just sunk in. " 'Pity' me? Hah!" she scornfully put on her best dress. "He should be lucky to go out with me."

"He should be lucky to go out with me." She repeated it again. Then, fear shot through her. What if he was not serious about it? What if he stood her up?

Relief and outrage mixed. He was going to stand her up!

Well, in that case. . . she'd make sure he'd pay. She didn't know what, but he would.

He didn't, and that was surprising to her. It didn't turn out bad, at least. She thought that he would spout negativity at her, but he didn't. And he thought she would spout 'postivity', but she didn't.

He was glad.

Not to mention relieved.

She looked quite nice, he thought. Pink was his least favorite color, but on Anzu, it looked nice. This was his first date, though boys didn't think about that too much -- worrying the silly stuff. And he wasn't about to mention it to her. Not unless she asked, and so far. . .

"So," she said nervously. He looked nice too, even though she suspected that he'd worn his uniform. Who wears their uniform on a date? she thought, then decided that she wouldn't understand his reasons, so better not to ask. "I guess this is it."

"The end."

"Well, um, I had a really nice time," she said. He groaned at it. "I mean, not to sound all cliché," she said hastily. "But seriously."

She turned to face him.

"You should take out people more." She grinned.

"Yeah, right." He met her eyes. Silence hung, and tensions increased. "So I guess at the end of the date is. . . "

He kissed her.

"A good night kiss." He smiled, again, and turned away. " 'Bye."

"Bye. . . "

She touched the spot where he had kissed her. Was it always supposed to be like this? This faint, weak in the knees sensation?

No, her knees were not weak. Exalted, she turned on once perfectly sturdy knees to her home, her shoe catching on a stair. If there was something she would tell her children about this, it would be that. Excuse the stumble.

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