"Yeah the one with the white hair." replyed another whisper.
"Isn't that-"
"Yeah. It's so sad really. I heard he was caught in the bathroom. They call his parents too."
Slightly turning my head towards their direction I saw the two gossipers. They were in my class, obviously. One girl, the first voice, was seated at the dest. A boy, the second voice, leaned over the desk whispering to her. They both were glancing in my direction.
as my head turned compleatly towards them, they froze. More than likly thinking something like, "Shit he heard us talking about him!" Not like they were talking that quietly anyways. I'm pretty sure everyone in the classroom could hear that they were talking about me.
I turned my head back towards my notebook. It was old and beat up. I really didn't expect anything less. I've had the damn thing since it happened about two years ago.
I didn't think I was looking at my notebook that long, but it must have been longer that I thought. A hand was lain on my clenched one pulling me from my musings.
I followed the hand up a slim jacket covered arm up too a tan face. My best friend, Malik Ishtar. Concern written all over his face, sparkeling in his lavender eyes.
I sighed and lowered my head back to my rattty, old notebook. The binding was coming undone on the top corners. I was going to have to tape those when I got home.
Malik sighed and I'm pretty sure sure he shook his head at me.
Grabbing my wrist he yanked me from my seat and acrost the room. More than likly to drag me to the bathroom or something.
I guessed correctly. He was dragging me towards the door, intent on leaving the classroom. The bell wasn't due to ring for another five minutes so I let him drag me with very little resistance.
Malik reached for the golden nob of the classroom door when it was suddenly pulled out of his reach. Someone opened the door before Malik could.
"Well lookie what I found, Mariku! The mutes!" chickled a deep baritone voice that I recognized all to well.
"And where, pray tell, where you two rejects planing on going?" spoke another voice. I recognized this one as well.
Malik grolwed at the two boys infront of us. This earned a chuckled response.
"What the point of asking them? It's not like they're going to awnser you." the first voice, Bakura, spoke chuckling, slowly walking around Malik and I. Eyeing us the entire time.
I made the mistake of looking at him. He was about six foot three. A whole six inches taller than myself. The black shirt he wore showed the slightly toned muscles all the other people, girls and boys alike, drooled over. Hit tan cargo pants hung low on his hips with a chain hanging on the left side. Slightly grey spiky long hair flowed down his back and looked unkempt. The red mixed with brown eyes held amusment and a glimore or something else that I couldn't tell what it was.
"Right, Mariku?" Bakura turned his attention, thankfully, away from me to the boy that still stood in the door frame.
Does it look like I own shit?
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Mariku stood slightly taller than Bakura at six foot five. Blond hair spiked up in gravity defying spikes falling slightly hang in his eyes and cascaded down his shouldhers slightly. His eyes were a dull lavender, amost looking pupiless. A blue shirt that hung off of him slightly as to not outline his muscle. Dark denim jeans hugged his hips held up by a black plain belt.
"Right. When was the last time either of them spoke?" Mariku scoffed glaring at MAlik. Why, I have no idea.
Malik growled a little louder. Yet again earning deep chuckled from the two boys standing on either side of us.
I was starting to feel closterphobic and started to try and back up but Malik's firm grip on my wrist held me in place. I quickly darted my eyes between the three people currently caught in a glare war with eachother before returning my eyes to my nasty, old, brown loafers.
"Afraid, Ryou?" Bakura laughed. He noticed me! Crap!
I wreched my wrist from Malik's grip and tried darting through the small opening between Mariku's body and the doorframe. Sadly an arm slammed right through my escape route, smashing my hopes.
"Where do you think your going?" Mariku asked lowering himself to my eye level.
I looked to the ground. Big mistake. I shouldn't have taken my eyes off of him.
"No awnser? Don't you know that's rude?" he laughed. I raised my head a second too late before the back of his hand connected with my cheek sending my head sidways. My hair covering my no surly redened cheek.
The room was deadly silent for a few tense moments. As I pulled my hand to my now stinging cheek two things happened.
Malik let out an animalistic snarl and lept at Mariku. He was thrown to the floor before he could make contact. My guess was that Bakura Had thrown him to the ground. But I wasn't sure, I had turned around after I heard him snarl and when I looked he was on the ground still growling.
The room was yet again silent minus the growls coming from Malik, who was still laying on the ground.
I blinked a few seconds before it registured in my brain. Once it clicked I rushed to Malik's side, checking for ingury. I was satified when I found none.
"Aw look at the homos! Aren't they a cute couple?" Bakura laughed turning towards the rest of the people in the classroom.
After a few seconds of just Bakura laughing the rest of the class joined in with him. They pointed fingers and called after us yelling, "Homos!" as I plucked Malik off the ground and dashed out of the classroom with him under my arm. Malik didn't stop growlinguntil we were infront of the bathroom.