A/N - Well First I'll say sorry for the late update. There's a whole bunch of crap that happend and I'm sure you don't want or need to hear it. So I'll just repeat and say how very sorry I am. I assure you though that from now on I'll try to get my update within two weeks the most. So here's the next chapter. I was finished with it for a while but it took a while for me to edit it the best that I could do. I know there are probably some more mistakes in there so bear with it please.

Special Thanks - This is to thank the people that took the time to actually review my last chapter You Guys Freakin' Rock:- Dilandu-is-My-Boyfriend, angel of new beginnings, ..., rukz,andCev, Just letting you guys know how much I appreciate it, and I really hope you guys keep reading.

Disclaimer - refer to first chapter

Eye Contact

Chapter: 2

Of Bets and Battle Plans

Now we leave our original group of teens to go to the other side of the building, to a class that contains their close friends. Though it may be a different class the atmosphere of the first day of school is resonating even in there with the feeling of…boredom.

"Why?" whined a certain pale blonde haired girl.

"Why what? Why is the sky blue? Why are we alive? Or the oh-so-important question Why'd the chicken cross the road?" suggested another blonde, her hair was a good ways longer than the first mentioned girl. Turning her head slightly to look at the girl in pain on the side of her she continued, "Am I close?"

"Not even,"said girl in pain removed her head from the palm of her hand looking absolutely tortured, "I was thinking more 'Why am I here'"….. "Millerna stop laughing."

"I'm s-sorry Celena, b-but," she took time to breathe, "but, you do this every year. In the beginning you're miserable saying school sucks, but by the time school's almost over you're whining 'cause you don't want to leave, or you say "School's over already?""

"I don't do that. Watch, I bet you this year my hate of school is going to carry on straight through the year." Millerna scoffed at this.

"Yea right, I bet it doesn't last a month."

"You are so on. Prepare to buy me a cool shirt at the end of the month."

"No prob," she agreed quickly. She then added, "Though I doubt I'll have to buy you anything." Blond hair falling over her shoulder as she leans closer to Celena's seat she says with an evil smile,

"But when a month's over prepare to finally spill the beans on who your crush is." Celena's previous confidence suddenly took a nose dive. Admitting who your crush is absolutely couldn't compare to buying one lousy shirt.

"Admitting who your crush is totally can't compare to buying one lousy shirt!" She said loudly. And lucky them, they were at the back of the class, and in classic clichéd style the whole class, as if rehearsed, turned their head to stare. Another downside was that one annoyed pair of eyes belonged to their extremely hot new math teacher. They tried their best not to swoon and say "You look so hot when you're mad" when obviously this was not the situation for the phrase.

"Celena, Millerna…" the teacher called in his extremely smooth voice, startling the girls. He had said their names with just a little too much sweetness. "I've allowed you to talk through half of my introduction already, but only because you weren't disturbing me. But if you two decide to start crossing into that disruptive barrier you are going to make it bad for yourselves and the class because I will be forced to be a lot more strict, with all of you!" this part he said while looking around at all the students to make his point clear, raising his voice just enough to be intimidating, "and if it comes to that you all can thank these two pretty blondes in the back here for you good fortune."

Once again in a classic cliché the class turned around, only this time to glare. Watching this take place the teacher only continued after he felt the blondes were shamed enough.

"Now I know with me being new and so sexy," the whole class sweat dropped, "you guys probably believe I'm going to be a push over, but let me assure you that this class is anything but a bird class. I'm going to work your asses off this year, so it's best that you not start on my bad side. Everyone understand?" Like robots, they all nodded.

"Celena? Millerna?" he asked, delicately (and sexily) raising his masculine brow.

"Yes Mr. Kagoshima."

"Hai Kagoshima-san"

Feeling quite shamed both slid down in their chairs after their teacher's gaze was lifted from them. Those two really knew how to start of a year. With a bet, being reprimanded by a sexy teacher and earning the hate of the whole class, even their own friends. Millerna was starting to understand Celena just a bit more.

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Now we find our two girls walking, relieved, to their next class. They are some of the lucky friends, they took most of the same Electives and managed to be in the same Mandatories, the only downside to this year was that they were almost always separated from the other half of their group, Hitomi and Yukari.

So as they made their way a thought came to Millerna.

"Hey, so is the bet still on?" she asked. Snapping out of a gaze Celena looked at her blank for a second before she understood.

"Wha? Oh, well like I said, there's no comparing your prize and mine. The only way I'm gonna agree is if you put the value of your reward down or I raise mine higher."

"Well knowing you I'll probably have to take you on a shopping spree instead," How did she know? Celena thought, shocked at how well Millerna knew her, "But I'll take that chance. Ok raise your reward."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Celena asked, smirking despite herself.

"Positive." Millerna smirked right back

"Ok..."

"You're on!" they said in unison. Now that the bet was established all they had to do was wait and see what time brings them, first date, exactly one month from now.

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The bell for the end of first period had just rung and now Hitomi and Yukari race to get to their 1st floor class. Right now they had Math, the teacher there actually teaches senior high but was firm in his belief to stay in the class he started in and being the head of his division, he was allowed that privilege (Teachers that teach the senior grades are on the third and second floor, third being the highest floor.)

What's even worst is that though he is aware of the distance his students have to travel to get to his class he is also a firm believer of being prompt, so he takes no excuses for lateness to his class. So with all that said we go back to the girls, out of breath, speeding to their class.

As they go by Hitomi notices their friends, Millerna and Celena, walking and smirking evilly at each other. Hitomi's brow rose at this but still she contemplated whether to stop and say hi. Then suddenly the words Mr. Branner went threw her mind.

"Come on Yukari! Let's hustle."

After sprinting down two flights of stairs and God knows how many hallways, the girls were well out of breath but as they reached the door, the built up tension started to ease as the two neared the door. They weren't surprised to see other students just getting off the other flight of stairs or the many that were still running through the door. They followed suit with Amano coming up behind and quickly picked their seats. This was probably the only class where all the students were in class before the bell rang, seated and partially quiet. The class sat, talked and waited for the bell to ring.

I bet you're wondering where is the infamous teacher. Well, he's right there in the class room, leaning back into his chair with his hands behind his head, also waiting for the bell to ring. His life's joy as of the last few years is to watch the panicked faces and heaving chests of the unfortunate students that had the bad luck to have a third floor class right before his own. It's a shame though, the students here in front of him didn't know of half the evil he could do. Oh how he loved to educate.

Hitomi sat slightly sulking in the back of the class, for her seat was no way in view of Van's so now she couldn't tell if he ever looked back at her or not. Now how was she going to find out if he liked her if she couldn't even see him? She sighed deeply in her mind not that brave enough to let her friends know of her problems. Only times whenshe was really stressing would she show it, sometimes in the oddest ways too. Personally she enjoyed slamming her head (as much as her skull allowed) against hard objects like desks and walls to relieve stress. Her un-naturally hard head is to thank for her ability to do so. No sir-ree she didn't have to think about slamming her head against something, she could do it. Wait she thought, she really had a bad habit of wondering off topic. As her friends talked she looked up thoughtfully trying to think of what she was thinking about at first. Having A.D.D. really can be a pain sometimes.

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As a dirty blonde haired girl rushes into the class room followed by her friends and others an oddly silver haired boy watches as a raven haired boy watches the girl. He too, soon gazes over at her watching her for a moment contemplating whether to call the other boy up on his eye candy, he decides to just let it go. In the years that he's known Van he learned that the boy had an uncanny talent for day dreaming or gazing while never leaving a conversation. It was something that Dilandu himself had yet to master and it was just another thing Van had one-uped him on. Though they shall forever be rivals they're friendship was a strong one. Out of the four guys assembled Van was definitely the one he was closest too.

They're rivalry and friendship started from the seventh grade. They fought and competed over everything, sports, which both excelled in, grades, both were above average and most of all they fought over girls. The two had the un-luck of having the same tastes in girls; though they rarely crossed heads over it, when they had it created quite the scandal back in Jr.High. Both had confessed to the same girl onthe same day; this happened in the 8th grade so it really put a strain on their pretty new friendship.

That was the story of the year. It went through the whole grade, even teachers were intoVan v.s. Dilandu. Two cute guys fighting for one girl's heart. In one corner, Dilandu, poor but cute and a pyrotechnic bad boy, while in the other corner Van, a guy that sweats gold coins, also cute and eyes to kill, literally. One jokester of the grade even said that while Dilandu would bring her his one rose, Van would roll up later with a truck full. In the end it turned out Dilandu's sincerity won out over Van's money. That was to be the first and last time Dilandu won anything, Van swore to it actually.

And as they say time has a tendency to repeat, and like repeating fads so did Dilandu and Van fight over the same thing numerous times, but strangely and probably luckily, the topic of girls was something that never came up again…until now. Though they hadn't acknowledged it with words the two knew. Dilandu didn't remember when or where he had first noticed Van's attraction to a certain emerald eyed track star. In fact he wasn't so sure of when his own fascination of the girl started. But it's not like he was in love with her, he just thought she was interesting…but anyway enough thinking, he as well as everyone else knew it wasn't a past time he could indulge in for too long.

So after pretending to be picking his nails, supposedly bored with the conversation he seemingly suddenly decides it interesting enough for his highly craved for attention.

So what if he was egoistic, he was sexy enough to be allowed the privilege.

After awhile he actually did get into the conversation and was laughing along with the others but with it's annoyingly wailing tone the bell broke through their and other's glee, signaling it, finally, the beginning of class.

The class was quiet. With his arms still behind his head Mr. Branner took a sweeping look around the class at the students he would be torturing, um, teaching for the next three years; if they were unlucky enough to have him that long. Removing his hands he stood, a whopping 5ft 4" a Caribbean man, born in Grenada, living in Japan, he had yet to master the complex pronunciation of the Japanese language and had no plan to do so actually, it's what made his course all the more difficult.

He slowly walked from his desk in the corner by the window over to the end of the black board on side the door. With chalk in hand he stretched his hairy hand to almost the top and wrote with horribly quick speed, "Math". He turned.

"I am Mr. Branner, I will be teaching you for the continuation of this school year," he put the chalk on the board then slowly walked, hands in pockets, to the middle of the class. He smiled a foreboding kind of smile, "Welcome to Extended Math class, let's see who survives." Instinctively the whole class promptly gulped future equations already haunting their minds.

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The bell rang, Math was over. Completely opposite to the early rush to get there, teens leaving the extremely long period of math left with little or no energy at all. Either their heads were spinning from the fast talking Caribbean accent of the short man, or their eyes were burning from sleeping the whole period on the hard pressed desks. Most were in this state having given up on trying to understand the man. Hitomi happened to be part of the latter group.

It was now the fifteen minute break of the day, it comes after second period class. So kids were able to get snacks and drinks from the cafeteria or just revel in the fact that they were able to take their own slow time to reach whatever class they had to go to.

At this moment, Hitomi was walking by herself. After break she had an Elective class and neither Yukari nor Amano were in it, so they split up after Math class. Now Hitomi walks down a hallway of the second floor sleepily, eyes barely open. Unbeknownst to her is that behind her are Van and his crew of friends; though they were in different Electives it just happened that he was on the same floor as her for this one. So Tomi continues to walk groggily through the hall while silently being non-stalked by a brick red eyed hottie.

Then as she was passing by a random class room door, Hitomi finds her self attacked by a certain glasses wearing senior.

"Dryden!" Hitomi yells, now awake. She slapped him across his shoulder as he playfully puts his arm around hers. Being a head above the medium sized blonde brunette gave him this advantage. The two were interrupted suddenly though as the boys following behind were caught off guard by the sudden stop in traffic, they collided slightly with the laughing teens.

Hitomi without notice quickly looked back and gave an apology as Dryden moved his hand and they began to walk again. Not to much later she struggled to force herself not to do a double take, though her eyes did bug out a little, because behind her, the person that bumped into her, the person she said sorry to was non other than Van fricken Fanel. Man! She was really angry. The first words she says to the guy this year and it's an apology. Sighing defeated, she decides to take her mind off of it and just enjoy her company.

Dryden was a year ahead of her in high school but the two never felt the gap. She didn't know when they became friends but it was definitely time well spent. The two loved each other's company and could talk for hours together about nothing at all. When they had first become friends many had asked her if he was her boyfriend but it couldn't be far from the truth. Dryden was like a brother as she was his sister and they understood and accepted their relationship as such. People just like to make something out of nothing.

So the procession continues and now Dryden and Hitomi walk side by side chatting it up like they hadn't seen each other for years.

Hitomi sneaks a quick peak at Van, reaching the extent of her self control and notices him staring at Dryden with a less than pleased look on his face. Being the smart girl that she was Tomi processed the information quickly and quicker still came up with a form of action. An experiment if you will.

Her three year plan to see if Van liked her would now begin with this first observation. Operation "Get Van Fanel" has now commenced.

A/N - Ok, well that's the chapter. I hope you liked it. This is the type of story where I create as I write. Often times I myself have to read it over and ask my self, Where the hell did I get that from? So yea, hope you enjoyed itand I'd really appreciate it if you gave me some input. Bad? Good? Horrible? Let me know what you think, not like I'd kill you if you didn't like it or anything. And if you came this far but find that you can't continue with the story leave a review telling me what you didn't like about it. This is really to help me so all thoughts are welcomed. So that's it till the next chappie.