Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Wake Me Up Inside ❯ Chapter 6

Monday finally rolled around and Rei sighed with relief. She had been looking forward to the weekend but when it came all she could think about was when Monday came around. It was a completely boring weekend. All the plans that she had made ended up falling apart. So nothing took place at all and she didn't even really see Amy either.

She was rooting through her locker, collecting the right books for first period when she had the eerie feeling of being watched. She paused before straightening up and turning around.

Malik stood across the hall leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest watching her intently.

She frowned why was he just watching her like that? "What do you want Malik?"

"Is that anyway to greet me?" He said in mock hurt.

Rei just rolled her eyes and turned back to her locker. But before she could finish what she had started in the first place, two masculine hands came to rest on the lockers on either side of her. She froze for a second before turning back to face him again, finding him just inches away from her.

Her heart began to pound as she stared into his lavendar eyes. "Why are you doing this?" She all but whispered.

"Doing what?" He asked in confusion.

"Stop playing with me Malik! I'm not some thing that's there for you ever you want to use it!" Rei snapped, pushing him away from her.

Malik glared angrily at her before turning on his heal and storming away.

"Good riddance…I guess." She sighed. She shook her head and finished what she was doing before Amy showed up.

"What's wrong with you?" Amy asked as the two walked to their first period.

"Malik cornered me this morning and I got angry and said a couple of things and then he stormed off in a huff." Rei replied quietly.

"Oooh…girl, honestly! If he's just going to toy with you then you're seriously better off! I mean, who the hell wants their heart played with like that? It's only going to break. Want me to talk to him and see what's up?"

"NO! I mean, I honestly don't think it would be a good idea." Rei said quickly.

Amy eyed her for a second and then looked down the hall.

"I like your hair today. It looks really cute." Rei said, changing the subject.

Amy's hair was wound back in two messy buns at the back of her head. She had rainbow colored butterfly clips pinned all over her head.

"Thanks, but that hasn't put me off the subject. I KNOW! We could get Duke to find out what Malik's relation is with dye bottle priss bitch!"

Rei's eyes widened. Why the hell hadn't she thought of that!? It was a brilliant idea! They were friends after all and hung out almost as much as Duke did with them.

"Do you think it's a good idea?" Rei asked uncertainly as bad images of everyone finding out their plan floated through her mind.

"Of course it is! Duke already knows that you like the guy…god only knows why. Ahem. Anyways-"

"Hey! I don't reject every guy you like!"

"Sorry! It's just that…it's….Malik.." Amy said with a shrug. "The brat that I sometimes took a bath with when we were 4 years old."

"Uh, you forgot to mention that Bakura was involved in those baths as well." Rei smirked.

"Man, I swear! If we weren't 18 our parents probably would still make us bathe together!" Amy groaned in disgust.

Rei smirked as she tried to picture that…better not…ewww.



Rei sighed and glanced over at Malik for what seemed like the hundredth time throughout first period English. In a way she regretted what she had said but then she would remind herself about how him toying with her heart was worse than what she felt right now. But she craved so bad to feel his lips upon her own again…regret washed over her once more.

He wouldn't even look her way. Nothing. He wasn't even showing signs that he knew she was there. Sadness plagued her and all she felt like doing was going home and crawling under her covers.

Just then a note fell on her desk.

Rei looked to see what the teacher was doing before opening the note and reading the contents.

Dude! You need to cheer yourself up! You are really looking depressed over there! You don't want Ishtar to see that! That would just inflate his overly large enough ego more.

Oh! And I talked to Duke. He said that he would do it. He's also curious to know what Ishtar's relation is with bleach bitch.

Put a smile on your face for crying out loud! You are depressing me Onna!

Amy
Rei felt a smile form on her mouth at Duke's answer and at Amy's whining. She was right after all. If Malik seen her sulking that would just stroke his ego! She wasn't going to have any of that! Like hell she was going to let some guy depress her! Even if he was the guy she's been crushing over for the past, um…whole life!

Rei sighed and wrote back.

That's great! But maybe we should just forget about it and make me finally move on from him? I've liked him for years and I really don't think he'll ever like me back.

But anyways, I am going to suck it up and fork out a smile for now.

She folded the note back up and tossed over to Amy after checking on the status of the teacher again.

Yes. That was what she was going to do. She was going to start looking elsewhere instead of constantly paying attention to Malik. She was going to get over him if it was the last thing she did!



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Amy groaned in anger as she heard the bell signally that it was lunchtime go off. She watched as all the students except for herself and another idiotic student, picked up their belongings and left.

"Now. Miss Rose, Mr. Ryou. Since you two obviously love to interrupt my class with your constant everyday bickering to one another then I'll love having my classroom cleaned during YOUR time." Mr. Shields exclaimed in an almost sing song voice.

She glared angrily at Bakura who glared daggers right back at her before turning her attention back to the teacher.

"I'll be leaving for lunch now. Enjoy. And this classroom better be spotless when I return for third period." With that said the teacher quickly left, leaving the two students sitting at their desk, which happen to be right across from one another.

"Good going oh red head wonder bitch!" Bakura snapped in irritation as he got up from his seat and proceeded to clean up.

"Good going?! Why the hell is it all MY fault!? It takes two to tango sweetie!" Amy growled as she stood up as well.

"Well, if you would have just kept your huge trap shut then we wouldn't be here."

"Correction. `I' wouldn't be here."

Bakura whipped around and growled at her. "Correction baby, WE wouldn't be here. Why would I sit and fight with myself? Now shut up and get to work! I wanna get out of here before lunch ends."

"Don't tell me what to do! Honestly I think I should just take a seat and watch you clean! That would be pretty amusing to watch seeing as how cleaning is a `woman's' job." Amy smirked. "In fact, I'm going to do just that!"

She sat her butt down in her seat again and stretched out, putting her feet up on her desk.

"Get up and help!" Bakura snapped.

"Ummm, no."

"I'm warning you…" He trailed menacingly.

"You're warning me?" Amy snorted. "You really are interesting. Did you know that Spawn of Satan?"

Bakura growled and advanced closer by a step.

"Oooh, what could you possible do to me in school?" Amy mocked. "Oh help! Someone please!"

Bakura narrowed his eyes and stormed over to her, grabbing her wrist and yanking her to her feet.

He pulled her up with so much force that she crashed into him and sent them both tumbling to the floor with a loud bang.

Amy groaned in pain. "Good going Puff Girl!"

"Just shut up and get off!" Bakura snarled, pushing her off of him.

Amy hit her head on the corner of a desk. "OWW! ASSHOLE!"

She jumped to her feet and looked around her for something suitable to throw at him. Instead she saw something even better! Paint tubes!

She grabbed a red one quickly and smirked when she seen the startled look on his face when he noticed what was in her hand.

"What do you plan on doing with that?"

"THIS!" She yelled as she aimed it at his face and squeezed as hard as she could.

Red paint squirted from the tube and hit him in the face with a loud smack noise.

Amy burst out laughing as she watched him wipe the red goo from his face.

"You are so dead!" He snarled. He reached to the counter and grabbed a tiny clay pale that was still full of mucky water and clay and dumped it on her head.

Amy yelped before screaming war and grabbing more tubes of paint! The two raced around the classroom throwing art supplies at one another until they landed on the floor breathing heavily.

Amy giggled as she looked at Bakura, he was completely covered in three types of paint and clay mud.

He looked at her and burst out laughing. "Now you look pathetic!"

"Look who's talking Rainbow Brite!" She growled.

They both froze when they heard footsteps coming into the classroom. There was a couple of gasps and laughter. Bakura and Amy stood up and looked at the freshmen.

"Oh my god. Did you two do all this?" One asked.

"No, a hurricane happened to go through here over lunch." Bakura said sarcastically.

More students piled into the class. Amy took this moment to follow everyone's gaze around the room and found the place a complete disaster! There was paint and clay EVERYWHERE.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" Mr. Shields shrieked when he pushed through the students.

Bakura and Amy kept silent. Here they go…

"YOU TWO! OFFICE NOW!!" The teacher screamed in outrage. "I WILL MAKE SURE YOU ARE EITHER SUSPENDED OR HAVE A MONTHS WORTH OF DETENTION!! NOW GO!!"

The two quickly left the classroom and walked with a smirk on their faces all the way to the office. They looked like a couple of show freaks by the way everyone stared at them!

"Dude! What the hell happened to you?!" Joey laughed when he spotted Bakura.

"I think she should answer that question." Malik smirked when he spotted her.

"Oh man! You two are so in for it!" Yami exclaimed. "The art teacher is coming this way and I have NEVER seen him this pissed!"

Amy looked behind her. Sure enough there was Mr. Shields storming down the hallway.

She yelped slightly and sprinted off quickly into the office.