I watched long enough to see his eyes widen and then the door clicked into place behind me. I grinned despite the fact that I was currently Atobe Keigo's fake-girlfriend. If he was going to take advantage of the situation, I was going to give him a run for his money. And he had a lot of money.

Feeling entirely too pleased with myself, I turned towards the stairs only to stop when I noticed a smirking tennis player a few steps down.

"So, how did it go, Mai-hime?" He drawled. My brow furrowed, wiping the grin off my face. I should have known. "You seem pretty happy."

"Yuushi." I moaned in frustration. "You knew about this?"

"He told me about it yesterday at practice. Atobe has this thing about being too high and mighty to ever get his own ice pack and I wasn't about to get him one without knowing what it was for." He shrugged. "Thanks for that, though. I wish I was there to see it happen."

I smirked despite myself. But then I remembered what happened barely five minutes ago. "Is that all you can say, Yuu?" I sighed.

"I think it's a pretty good idea."

"What?" For a second there I thought he said that it was a goo –

"Atobe had a stroke of brilliance there. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. Maybe he could've done better asking, though. I am sincerely sorry if he was a jerk about this. And knowing Atobe, he probably was."

If this kept up, the number of times my jaw unhinged itself would be terribly unhealthy. "A-a-a-a-a g-good idea?" I stammered.

Yuushi walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders affectionately. The position somehow led my train of thought astray. Yuushi isn't my type but at this point, dating him is better than fake-dating the guy who sexually harassed you. But, wait. Is this considered sexual harassment?

"I don't think so, Mai-hime." He said, suddenly amused. I didn't even realize I was walking, his arm still around my shoulders.

At this point, I was thoroughly confused. Again. Atobe was really detrimental to my health. This thing was beginning to cause some serious brain atrophy.

It would seem Yuushi noticed I was at a loss, because he chuckled a bit and looked forward, elaborating. "I don't think you can say that I'm sexually harassing you because you most definitely do not look harassed." He winked at me. Of all the things that happened, I just had to say that out loud...

Rolling my eyes at his usual behaviour, I nudged him a bit, making him face me. "Remind me why me fake-dating your best friend is a good idea."

"Well, Mai-chan, on the topic of harassment, we are very harassed. I'm flattered and all by the heaps of attention but you have to give a guy a break, you know. If we're 'dating' someone, our dear fangirls would back off a bit." He smirked at me. "In theory." He added.

"Why me, though?" I whined. There were so many girls Atobe could've asked that would've been happy to play along.

He grasped my shoulder warmly. "For one, you're not a fangirl. That's the most important part. After all, this wouldn't serve its purpose if we were fake-dating someone we were trying to avoid."

After one last pat on my back, he released his hold on me and stretched his arms above his head. I was seriously considering learning tennis, seeing Yuushi's lean physique as his muscles rippled when he stretched...but there was no way I could do tennis. I was more likely to whack my head with the racquet than actually hit the ball.

While I was lost in thought Yuushi started talking again, bringing me back to our previous topic. Curse his distracting physique!

"Also in theory, but slightly more likely, you have cleared his schedule of any omiais(arranged marriage proposals). 'Cause face it Mai-hime, you would be an ace candidate for this kind of thing for... various reasons." He drawled. "Question of curiosity: Why'd you say yes?"

I didn't even have to think about that one. "Revenge, mostly. He'll suffer one way or another in this arrangement and I am completely looking forward to enjoying every moment of suffering I can manage to cause him." I grinned evilly. I could've sworn Yuushi shuddered, just then. "And I suppose I'm open to the experience of fake-dating a guy who has been voted the hottest guy in school, even if it's probably wholly overrated."

"When did you get so scary?" He chuckled. I thought I could hear a strain in his throat. I grinned.

With a slight shrug, I said, "A little longer with that guy and I'll be pulling helicopters out of the sky."

"Are you sure you're not just playing hard to get?" He raised his eyebrow in mock-suggestive-ness. I could tell even he didn't believe that.

I cocked an eyebrow, looking at him dryly. "Seriously, Yuushi?"

He laughed and shook his head. "I think you will have fun dating him."

"Fake-dating." I emphasized.

"Sorry. You'll have fun fake-dating him, then. Be nice to him." Yuushi smirked.

"You're talking to the girl who just said that she agreed to date him to make him suffer." I stated amusedly, my eyebrow still raised.

His smirk widened. "You know what I mean."

"Not at all." I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. "Never mind me being nice to him, what about him being nice to me?"

"He'll be nice. You know how he is."

"Not nice?"

"He may be a jerk, but he's a nice jerk. He grows on you...eventually."

"Like a leech." I deadpanned. Yuushi laughed at the thought of his captain being compared to a blood-sucking parasite.

"Don't worry about it, Mai-hime." He stopped at the corner. "This is my stop. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah." I waved him off as he turned away. A thought struck me. "Wait."

He stopped abruptly and turned his head to face me. "What if your theory turns out to be wrong?"

A boyish grin broke out on his face. "I told you, Mai-chan, don't worry about it. I'll be around if you ever need my help." With that parting sentence, he winked at me and went on his way.

His attempts at flirting with me had long since turned into a typical event in my day-to-day life and I chose to brush off the underlying suggestive-ness in the things Yuushi said. I rolled my eyes, a small smile plastered on my face.

Let the games begin.

Woah. Whoah. Whoah.

Where did that come from?

I jerked upright in bed, looking around dazedly. From what it said on my alarm clock it was about an hour before I usually got up for school. I shook my head, trying to remember why I was so disoriented.

Right. I thought, remembering my dream. Now, that was weird. It wasn't exactly a nightmare per se but it was a bad dream in some aspects. I think my mind is forever scarred.

After that kind of a rude awakening, there was no way I was going to get back to sleep...lest I dreamt of it again. Pushing my sheets aside, I swung my legs over the side of my bed and decided to some advanced homework. I usually wasn't so eager about schoolwork but if the brain melting effect helped me clear my head of bad thoughts, it was welcome. I couldn't stand not having anything to do.

I'd had enough brain melting after about half an hour and just got up to get ready for school. It occurred to me to practice that piano piece I've been wanting to learn but I decided to save that for when I got home. I took my time making breakfast after a nice long shower but when I was done I was still a little over half an hour early from the time I usually left for school.

I sighed and slipped my shoes on, deciding there was no harm in being early.

It was a ghost town, unsurprisingly. And I wandered around after I dropped my bag off until I came upon a window that opened out to the tennis courts. I stood there for a second, thinking about the view from the student council room for some reason. Then my dream came back and plagued my mind. I groaned and leaned my head on the window pane.

Sighing, I meandered over to a familiar place.

I didn't actually count on him being there when I got in but he was and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be happy or not because his presence before me really summoned some unpleasant feelings to the surface. Whether the unpleasant feelings came from being his fake-girlfriend or my strange dream, I wasn't exactly sure. I think it was a little bit of both really.

He looked up as I slid the door open completely and a broad smirk spread across his face. I regretted putting my book bag down.

"Miss ore-sama already?" He drawled, tapping his pencil on the paperwork on his desk. I noticed that it was a lot of paperwork.

I rolled my eyes at him dismissively. "Whatever you say, Atobe. But I have to admit I do miss the feeling of my fist colliding with your jaw."

His jaw tightened at the mention of that incident and I smirked. "Ore-sama thinks you just miss the feeling of your skin against mine."

The smirk on my face was replaced by an acute scowl but before I was able to answer he started talking again. "Sit down and try to make yourself useful." He said, motioning to a stack of files with his pencil.

"Slacking off on your work, President?" I drawled, sitting down anyway. He just looked up at me dully after muttering something that sounded something like 'You wish.'

There was nothing else to do and I was open to some work. I made myself comfortable on a seat in front of his desk and stared at the pile. "What do you want me to do with these?"

"Just sort them by topic."

"Alright." I shrugged and began going through the paperwork. "Are you sure you should be letting little-ole-me touch your important papers?"

He gave me a sideways glance but didn't bother to raise his head. "If you're anything, you're smart. Well, at least that's what ore-sama's heard. Is it true?" He drawled.

At the beginning of that sentence I thought he was sincerely complimenting me. I thought wrong. "No." I deadpanned and returned to sorting the papers in front of me. After a few minutes of silence, he slid a slip of paper towards me.

"What's this?" I asked, unfolding it cautiously and seeing a bunch of numbers scribbled on.

"Ore-sama's cell numbers and e-mail. Ore-sama figured ore-sama's girlfriend should have them."

Huffing, I stuffed the paper into the pocket of my cardigan and glared at his word choice. "Fake-girlfriend." I emphasized, mimicking his drawl. "And am I supposed to take this as a hint to give you my number?"

He shrugged and fingered through the papers until he found one and set the others aside, gathering the papers I was working on as well. "No need, ore-sama already has it."

I tilted my head in confusion. "Who gave it to you?"

"Your file did." He said coolly, dangling a paper with my contact details printed on it.

I gasped in shock. "You checked my file!" I exclaimed. "How did you get my file?"

He shrugged again, I (tried to) ignore the way I could see his muscles ripple underneath his shirt. "Ore-sama has a copy of it over there," He motioned to the filing cabinets next to his desk. "And on my laptop."

"You stalker!"

"Ore-sama is the student council president. Ore-sama is allowed to check student files...with good reason, of course." He smirked at me. The pompous ass...

Folding my arms across my chest, I glared straight into his cool blue eyes, reminiscent of yesterday morning. Only now, there was no one to misunderstand the situation. "What good reason could you possibly have had to have the teachers let you check my file?"

His smirked widened. "A history of violence."

I gaped at him. "What the hell?"

"It worked, didn't it?" He propped his elbow up on the table and placed his head on his palm.

"You better be joking," I threatened. "I can hit you, you know."

He chuckled at that. "Yeah, you can. Don't worry about it, your reputation is safe. There aren't going to be any fangirls on your tail for hitting ore-sama."

"I call a foul. They're already on my tail for being your 'girlfriend.'" I scowled at him.

That only served to make him chuckle more. "Don't worry about it." He said and I suddenly remembered Yuushi.

"Yuushi said the same thing yesterday." I said, sighing. "But I think I have every reason to be worried when I've just been involved in a mess orchestrated by you."

He disregarded my last sentence and kept on staring at me from the other side of the desk. "You seem very close to Oshitari." He stated.

"Was that in my file, too?" I retorted. He shook his head coolly.

"Ore-sama saw you two walking together all chummy-like after we talked on the roof. Do you like him or something?"

I snorted. "Yuushi is not my type. We've just been friends since sixth grade. He used to be my neighbour and we walked to school together often but never have I actually liked him." Thinking of Yuushi immediately made me think of my dream last night. I looked away from Atobe discreetly before I started laughing.

"So, Oshitari's not your type, arn? Then who is?" He drawled haughtily at me.

"Not you." I said simply, rolling my eyes at him.

"You amuse ore-sama."

"I'm glad the feeling isn't mutual." He smirked. "But since we're on the topic of Yuushi, I have a few questions for you."

He straightened up in his seat and then leaned back. "Yeah, what is it?"

"Well, so I had a dream about you last night." The second those words left my mouth, I knew I shouldn't have said it that way.

Atobe raised his eyebrow at me. "So, you were dreaming about me, arn?"

"Yes, meeting you was so traumatic that your presence now haunts my nightmares. Shut up and let me continue." He shrugged. "Why are you fake-dating me?"

"Ore-sama thought ore-sama already told you that. Even Oshitari explained it to you."

I tilted my head in curiosity then went in for the kill. "Exactly. Are you gay and masking your secret relationship with Yuushi by fake-dating me?"

I watched as he went livid at my question. The expression on his face was almost comical. Scratch that, it was downright hilarious. "Is that what you dreamt about?" He exclaimed in what I could only assume was outrage. He was twitching madly.

"Pretty much, and I have to say it was very disturbing. My mind will never be the same again." I said forlornly, trying really hard not to laugh at him. Now, that I've actually confronted Atobe about it the dream seemed awfully funny. Especially since he's the one that brought the whole Yuushi thing up in the first place.

He composed himself and settled back into his seat. "You're crazy." He said calmly. "If you'd like, ore-sama can you show you just how straight ore-sama is."

In response to his version of Yuushi's lady-killer smirk, I laughed outright, no longer able to contain the bubbles of laughter. "I don't know how you'd be able to do that and no, kissing me again will not work. Hell will freeze over before I let you kiss me like that again."

I was starting to think I'd have a lot of fun pretending to date him if he reacted this comically to everything. It was a plus that he was pretty hot but that did nothing to lessen how much of an ass he was. "You know, ore-sama thinks we can get along as long as you never mention that again."

Shrugging, I smiled as the morning bell rang. Saved by the bell again. "I'm not making any promises, Atobe. Let's make this fake-thing interesting."

"Keigo," He called out.

I stopped with my hand on the door. "Huh?"

"Call me Keigo, Mai. After all, we're dating, aren't we?" He said in his signature way, the drawl and smirk. I guess he's recovered from the shock of my question.

Pulling the door open, I laughed dryly. "Not really, Atobe."

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