Part Seven
I didn't see Kaiba for the whole of the week after that until my next music lesson which I was now dreading. Sitting in my usual seat by the window of the crowded stuffy classroom where instruments and music sheets littered the room. I held my breath as the door creaked open and in walked Seto Kaiba, last as usual to this particular class. He sauntered over to the seat next to mine and sat down. I couldn't help but feel that this time something was different. He seemed unsettled and unsure of himself which was very different. He was sitting on the edge of his seat as far away from me as possible his back stiff and straight. I looked around as everyone got stuck into there project 'nobody else seems to notice his strange behaviour, is it me?' I asked myself as I looked myself up and down worrying about my appearance, I picked up a strand of hair lying limp on my shoulder and sniffed it discretely 'no I don't smell, and I look the same as usual'. I stared at him for a while trying to work out what his problem was.
Once again after drifting off and stared at him for too long Kaiba turned to me and asked a surprising question.
"What's your problem?" taken aback I stared at him incredulously before replying "me?" I could feel my jaw drop. "my problem?"
he nodded shortly while staring at Miss Tomaya's back, refusing to look at me.
"I don't have a problem its you with the problem" I hissed back.
Kaiba shook his head slowly almost sorrowful in its nature.
" I've never had a problem with you." I creased my brow at this sudden statement and thought back to all those times when we had met or spoken. Most of those time had been with the gang and it was Joey who had always opened his big mouth and had to start something. The times I was by myself with him I was so used to the arguments I hadn't known any difference or knew how to talk with him. With sudden realisation I realised it was me that was being rude and hostile towards him so he retorted in return.
As I came back to the real world the first thing I saw was Kaiba's deep blue eyes. It was as if the block of ice in his eyes had melted in to a deep pool of blue water. Like the mask of arrogance and selfishness had let it self slip to reveal a more natural, normal person. I sighed a long sigh and tried to apologise but found the words vanish before I had thought of them. With in that silence the mask had been put back up like the complete reverse of the Seto I had just seen. His back was ridged his head turned away from me in resolve he looked angry and the ice was back.
He didn't speak to me throughout the rest of the lesson preferring to glare at Miss Tomaya's back as she went round checking on students. While I spent the rest of the lesson trying to think of how to make my self heard and how to say sorry to a man who hates me for my unexplainable hatred of him. The bell rang to symbolize the end of the lesson straight away Kaiba got up and headed for the door only giving me enough time to quickly scrawl one word on a scrap of paper and slipping it in his bag before he was picking it up and out the door. I regretted it before the bag was even out the door I got up too quickly and crashed into Tea who came to share some meaningless gossip with me and ask me stupid questions.
Before I knew it the contents of my bag had spilt out all over the floor scattering my possessions everywhere and everything from my torn, doodled on books to my lipgloss were everywhere, under tables and chairs by other peoples feet being kicked out the way by people trudging out of the room leaving me feeling like a fool, utterly embarrassed as that cow Tea said see you at lunch as she headed shiftily towards the door not wanting to help me get my things back. Feeling like a small child on all fours like a dog I scrambled around the empty classroom grabbing everything I could see that was mine and wandering why I kept so much crap in there in the first place. Finally I spotted my phone lying by the door. Preying it wasn't trod on by the mountain of students that had just left I crawled over to the door. I was nearly there when my phone was encased in a hand and lifted up. I so focused on my phone followed it blindly without thinking as I slowly followed the phone up till I was on my feet before reaching out to take it. Looking up to see the face of the person who had been bothered to actually stop and help me.
Suddenly I was gazing into deep blue eyes that now only held a touch of ice. He was holding my phone out to me and I felt uncomfortable as I found I couldn't tear my own dark brown eyes away from his bright blue. I smiled at my foolishness toward him and the fact he saw me crawling on the floor. He was smiling back slightly like a half smile his eyes softening in till all the ice had melted into the deep bottomless pool once again. He gave me my phone his hand deliberately touching mine as it lingered there tempting me with its warmth. There were no need for word as our gaze said everything his smile widened in to a full smile the first time I had seen a genuine smile from the cold, illusive Seto Kaiba.
"What do you think your doing Kaiba?" Said a threatening voice from down the corridor. I recognised it as soon as I heard it. Joey strode right up to Seto and was so close to him that there heads could of clashed. Joey was breathing heavily almost growling in its way as he squared up to the much taller, calmer man his Icy exterior firmly back in place as he looked indignant and scowled at the younger, angry Joey.
Realising none were going to back down in a hurry and they were causing a blockage in the corridor causing people to gather. I walked over towards Joey and shook his shoulder genitally.
"come on Joey, Seto was only helping me get my stuff back" Joey didn't look convinced and raised his eyebrows at my use of Kaiba's first name.
"my bag split" I explained desperate to avoid a fight that Seto would inevitability win.
Joey was resisting the whole way back to the canteen I barely had a chance to smile an apologetic smile in Seto's direction before we were out of sight.
Sitting down at the table Joey was still fuming as he shot accusing looks and muttering loudly about 'what he thought he was doing talking to you' among over affinities.
My phone still enclosed in my tight fisted hand beeped as a text came through I picked up the phone and read the text 'from my network, typical' I sighed as I put the phone back in my stuffed bag. As I dropped my phone I noticed something else stuck to the underside of it from my constant handling. I peeled off the paper and got a thrill as I recognised the scrupled paper weather it was fear or the excitement I didn't care I just turned the paper over to see the same note that I had snuck into Seto's bag not half hour ago. I cant deny I'm not disappointed and confused, was this his way of rejecting my apology or acknowledging it. One word stared up at me 'Sorry' I found my mind searching for an explanation. Did he deliberately give it back to me or was he about to read it before he found my phone, did he read it at all. I tuned the note over and over again still staring at the same word barely noticing the small perfect writing in the corner written lightly in pencil two words 'me too'. I smiled to myself feeling the panic leave me as I sunk down into my chair.
