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“Why the hell don’t you have an alarm!” you shouted, much to the dismay of your friend. He instantly covered his ears, noticeably wincing. “Ugh, stop it,” he said, slowly standing up. “Look, just because you have a hangover doesn’t mean that I don’t have to go to school!” you say, still pissed but bringing down your voice a bit. You were running around the apartment, grabbing a pop tart and practically shoving it in your mouth while you attempted to get ready. Shit. You didn’t have your uniform. “Get your lazy ass out of bed!” you yelled at Tyler, who was quickly falling back asleep in his bed. Tossing him the bottle of Advil you had found in his basically empty cabinets and a bottled water, you continued to look around his apartment for something similar to the uniform, but knew the search would be fruitless. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a pink top, and quickly ran over to it. Tyler never wore pink; that you were sure would never change. After all, it didn’t go well with his red hair. “Why do you have a girl’s uniform?” you asked Tyler from the other room. Quickly getting dressed, you ran back into the bedroom to see him actually out of bed and starting to get ready. “I don’t know,” he said, waving his hand in the air, obviously still hung-over. You rolled your eyes at him, and went into the kitchen to grab a pop tart for him. “Here. Eat.” You tossed him the pop tart. “Keys?” you asked, and quickly caught them as he tossed them to you. “Okay. Go. Now.” You continued to bark out orders, as you ran down the flight of stairs behind him, locking the door. You sped off towards the school, knowing you were about twenty minutes away. There was no way you were making it to school on time, or second period. Heck, in twenty minutes you might be able to get there in time for third period, but that was pushing it. “You’re grounded tonight,” you said to him, smiling despite the rush. “Yes mom,” he said in an equally playful tone, turning up the radio. Obviously, the Advil was helping. “Now, how old are you?” you asked rhetorically, and he caught your drift. “Not old enough to be drinking in the US,” he said, and you nodded. “Luckily, mommy doesn’t know the age limit here, so your safe,” you said, stopping at a red light and leaning over to pinch his cheek.

You got to school in what had to be record time, and actually slipped into third period before the bell rang. Taking your seat in the back of the room, you once again noticed that Kaiba wasn’t at school. Turning to the gang, you noticed that they were staring at you oddly. “What?” you asked, “Tyler’s place didn’t have an alarm,” You attempted to explain, assuming that’s why they were staring at you, but that only seemed to make it worse. “So it’s true?!” Tristain asked, his mouth practically dropping to the floor. “What’s true?” you look around the group, and you notice that the people behind them were also staring at you; the whole class was staring at you. “Have you SEEN the paper?” Joey asked, and you stared at him, thinking how stupid he was. “I just ran into class and told you there was no alarm at Tyler’s, yet you expect me to have seen the paper?” you ask, but he just tosses you a copy and ignores your statement. You look down at it, and your mouth drops open. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS BULLSHIT!?” you yell, and would have been concerned that everyone was looking at you but they already had been. “So it isn’t true?” Tristain asked, completely out of it. Dropping the paper, you look at them all, amazed that they would buy this crap. “HELL NO! I went out with Tyler to dinner to catch up with him! He’s my friend, and I’ve known him like all my life. Which is why he kissed me ON THE CHEEK, and I dragged him off to show him the town!” You pause and notice that the bell still hasn’t rung, “And if you excuse me I have some serious press ass to kick,” you state, and run out of the classroom before the school even knows you were there. Lacking in keys, you decide to sprint to the main press building, which was only about a mile away. Ten minutes later, you find yourself being thrown out of the building, threatened with a trip to the court if you ever came back to the building uninvited. You stand, out of breath, and quickly brush the dirt off of your clothes, still fuming. You try to stop by Kaiba Corp, hoping to explain everything, only to be told that the security had ‘strict orders from Mr. Kaiba himself to keep you out of the building’. He had to allow you to enter the mansion, you assume, seeing as you at least had the right to enter the building and retrieve your belongings. Turning to walk towards the mansion, you try to think of the best thing to tell him when you got to the mansion. “Damn, I’m going to have to wing it,” you decide, seeing the gates to the mansion just in front of you, and having not even one sentence ready. Walking up to the guard, you nod, and try to walk past him. “I can’t let you do that, Miss. _______,” he said, pulling out an arm to block you. You look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “I have the right to retrieve my stuff,” you say in the most confident tone, sure that he will let you pass after hearing that. But, he didn’t budge, and instead handed you a duffel bag. “It has been retrieved so that you don’t have to get it,” he said sternly. Your jaw dropped as you looked through the duffel bag. The thing on top of your clothes was the note you and Tyler had passed between each other during class. You cursed, realizing how that must have sounded when taken out of context. “He packed up my stuff?!” you shouted at the guard, who just stared at you, obviously very smug that you, the person who allegedly cheated on his boss, had been outsmarted. “This isn’t everything.” you say, pretending to look through the bag searching for something. “It is, Miss.” Came the reply, and you looked up at him, your expression fearful. There were those acting classes, useful again. “No, the necklace that my mom gave me,” you say, pretending to start to cry. “Where is it?!” you shout, throwing some of the stuff out of your bag onto the street for dramatic affect. “I’ve been assured that EVERYTHING belonging to you is in that bag,” he said, though he seemed a bit softer in his tone. You continue to throw your stuff around, as if frantically searching through the bag. When literally everything that you owned was spread across the sidewalk and street, including your bras and underwear, you looked up with a tear-soaked face. “My mother gave me that the day she died,” you lied, and began shaking. The man looked down at you, and offered his hand to help you up.

“Okay, okay, I’ll let you get it,” he said, and you had to be very careful to keep the excitement in you to an absolute minimum. You nodded, still crying, as he opened the gate and you started to walk down the pathway that lead to the door. You got halfway there when the door opened. You were looking face to face with an extremely pissed off Kaiba, again. Unfortunately for you, it was the Kaiba who had told everyone to lock you out. “You’re fired!” he yelled to the guard who was leading you towards the mansion. “I told you not to let her through!” You looked into his eyes, instantly recognizing the storm in them. “Seto!” you called, trying to get him to listen to you for just a minute. “Shut up!” he snapped, sending you a glare that made you want to run into a hole and hide from the dark. “You don—” he cut you off before you got a chance to finish the second word. “Oh I understand perfectly well!” Sensing that he was about to close the door, you ran forward. “No, you real—” The door slammed shut, just as you had predicted, right before you reached the door. Dropping to your knees, you pounded your hands against the locked door, real tears streaming down your face this time. “Seto!” you cried, violently throwing your fist at the door. “It’s not true! None of it is true!” you yelled, sobbing uncontrollably as you felt another guard lifting you off of the doorstep and moving you to outside the gate. There, locked outside of the gate, you continued to cry, your hands holding onto the bars. The next day at school, he wasn’t there. The day after, he wasn’t there. The following day, he wasn’t there. It was quite clear to you now that he wasn’t going to give you the time to explain anything. You spent your days at school distant, staring out of the window. Your nights were spent crying yourself to sleep, still unable to get over everything that had happened. To you, it was twice as painful, because it felt like you were loosing Seth again, and also loosing Seto. It took time, and a lot of work, but you finally had control of your tears, but they still came back to you every night. He had come back to school, but he wouldn’t look at you. The second you opened your mouth, he would walk away. If you followed him, he could always move faster. Even Mokuba wouldn’t look at you or listen to you if you saw him walking down the streets. You had slowly given up hope on trying to get him to listen to you. But then, one day when you were walking to school, you decided to try just one last time. After class, you watched carefully as he walked into the hallway. You were going to wait until he went somewhere you could corner him, and force him to listen to you. Maybe a class room, you weren’t really sure. He walked into the bathroom, however, and gathering your courage, you took your one opportunity, and followed him. He turned around, obviously not expecting for someone to follow him, and his eyes only sharpened when he saw that it was you.

“I swear, it wasn’t true,” you said, looking at him, pain filling your eyes. “Tyler is like a brother to me,” you tried to explain, your eyes pleading him to listen. “I was excited when I found out that he had moved here, and we went out to celebrate,” you were pausing ever few words to fight back the tears that were coming. “as FRIENDS. He kissed me on the cheek when we were leaving, because I had promised to help him get Serenity to go on a date with him,” the tears were coming full force now, so you didn’t bother to fight them. “I showed him the town, and he ended up getting drunk. That’s when I called you, but he grabbed the phone from me and dropped it in his beer on accident. I didn’t hang up on you,” you said, still pleading. But you remembered the note. “The yacht that we were talking about was at a party. My bathing suit broke so I had to use towels,” you said, a weak smile emerging as your remembered, “But I was so desperate to get a tan that I had to cut the towels to fit into a bikini. And he was saying that you had to watch out because he would have killed you if you did anything to me,” you finish, completely a wreck, with your head in your hands. As you cry, you hear footsteps, and feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up at him, through blurry vision, and feel his hand on the side of your head, his thumb brushing the tears off of your face. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you,” he said, and pulled you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around him, and continued to cry, but this time the tears were of joy. You nodded silently, telling him that you understood why he had reacted that way. You hugged him as tight as you possibly could, and he you. After a few minutes, your tears had stopped, and you were just holding him, as he continued to slowly rock you. His hand gently stroked the back of your head, and your cheek rested on his shoulder. “I still love you,” he whispered in your ear, and that shocked you. Pulling back a bit, you looked into his eyes and read his expression. You had never said those words to him before, not even three years ago, as you told him that you couldn’t say them until you were absolutely positive you meant them. You had told him not to tell you that he loved you, until you were ready to hear them, and he had respected that. “I love you too,” you said, meaning it with everything inside of you, and you leaned in to kiss him. Your moment was interrupted, however, when the door to the bathroom swung open. Turning, you noticed it was Tyler who stood in the doorway. He smiled at you two, but mouthed ‘I’m watching you’, at Kaiba before he quickly backed out of the room. You laughed, and looked up at the man you loved. “Can I move back in?” you asked, and he smirked. “Can I have my old room back?” you asked, but he shook his head. “That’s too much to ask, ______.” This time, when you leaned in to kiss him, nothing interrupted you.

You collected your things from Tea’s house, where you had been staying due to the lack of basically everything at Tyler’s house. Your stuff was packed back into his room, as he wouldn’t allow you to put it anywhere else. You were going out to dinner with him, so you were staring at your wardrobe in horror. “The dress I bought you,” he suggested from behind you, and you turned around, having not even noticed he was in the room. You nodded, though, and pulled out the sapphire blue dress you had been given by him a while ago. Slipping it on, you also grabbed your matching shoes and earrings that had gone with the outfit when you had worn it last. “I love this dress,” you said happily as you looked in the mirror, smiling. “Me too,” said Kaiba from behind you, and you met his gaze through the mirror. He held you by the shoulders and gently kissed the side of your neck. “Read to go?” he asked, and escorted you into the limo. When you reached the restaurant, he opened the door for you, and you were instantly bombarded by people with cameras and notebooks. “Mr. Kaiba, have you forgiven Miss. ______?” one called, and everyone seemed to point their microphones at the two of you, as if expecting you to reply. Silently, you continued to walk towards the entrance, ignoring the press. “So, you’re okay that she cheated on you?” One more called, and this time he whipped around to face the guy who had asked the question. His icy gaze sent the man back a few steps. “She never cheated,” he said, his tone almost unbearably frozen. With that said, the two of you entered the restaurant. “I knew the press would be this annoying,” you said, smiling. He only smirked, and led you to the private table.