Fatally Yours-1-(Bakura)

You relaxed into the leather interior as the light turned red. You thanked God your father had helped buy your black '96 Mustang GT convertible. You closed your tired eyes and rested your chin on your knuckles. The song "Bad Day" played loudly on the speakers. You got lost in the chorus and you slightly mouthed the words, until the sound of an angry car horn caused your nerves to jump. You opened your eyes and pressed on the gas, slightly shaken. Since you had only gotten two hours of sleep, you were still in the twilight zone. You growled angrily as the person in front of you was driving at the speed of five snail power. You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, trying not to rear-end them. They finally flicked their right signal on and you thanked God, pressing down on the gas as they changed lanes. You looked around for cops and then looked at your clock.
"Aw, crap."
It was 7:25. You had to be at school at 7:30. You looked around for cops once more, then smirked, flooring the gas pedal. The car's engine growled as it changed gears, speeding up every passing second. The wind whipped your hair about and you smiled. Finally, the school came into view and you charged through the school gates and braked hard, turning the wheel harshly to the right, causing your car to spin, stopping in time before it went over a curb. You turned the engine off, put your keys in your jeans pocket, reached back and grabbed your backpack. You jumped out of the car, locked the door and made your way through the clique crowd and went inside the school; or in your words, the living hellhole. You walked down the halls, making your way through the crowded space. Oddly enough, you and a few others felt like cattle; pushing through the halls, trying to get to the next cage that holds thirty or more teenagers. Shoving an annoying freshman aside, you made your way to your first period.
You drummed your fingers absentmindedly on our desk as you stared dully out the window. A cloud that passed by slowly caught your attention more then the teachers.
"Miss Steele!"
You shook your head and looked at your teacher, brows raised. Her arms were crossed, a hard glare spread across her face, the corners of her mouth pointing down deeply. Her foot tapped rhythmically on the carpeted floor, and she sighed.
"Honestly, Miss Steele. This is the third time this week. When will you ever pay attention?"
You rolled your eyes.
"When will you ever make the lesson worth paying attention to?"
She gawked at you. A few snickered at your rebellious comeback, others turned to stare at you in shock. Her eyes twinkled in anger, but before she could form a reply, a knock sounded on the door. Smirking slightly, you turned your attention back to the outside, finding a black raven rather interesting. The beautiful creature cried out, facing the doorway and you turned to look. A pale boy stood there as the teacher read his schedule. His hands were dug deep within the pockets of his blue jeans. A gold ring with a triangle in the middle, rested about the middle of his torso, in the center of the triangle, an eye rose. Long, stretched diamonds dangled loosely from the sides and bottom of the ring. The shimmering gold clashed well with his sleeveless black shirt, the blackness of his shirt making his skin look paler then it already seemed. His long silver hair spilled over his broad shoulders and his dark brown eyes gazed down at the ground in deep thought. You swear you saw a shimmer of crimson in his eyes. He must have felt you staring at him, because his gaze snapped quickly, and his eyes locked with yours. You jumped back slightly from surprise, and looked away. Your teacher turned, handing the paper back to the new boy.
"Class, please welcome our new student, Bakura."
Everyone muttered a few hellos, but most were silent. You looked back to the boy, and he seemed pleased with the silence. You felt a dark aura about him, an indescribable evil surrounded him, and he knew it, for he showed it in his devilish smile. He looked at you again, his eyes traveling down. You felt uncomfortable and threw your gaze outside again. The raven still perched in the tree, still staring at the boy known as Bakura.
"You may sit next to Miss Steele, if she will raise her hand."
You growled, raising your hand and you heard a voice echo through your mind.
'Perfect...'
Bakura made his way to the empty desk to your right and sat down silently. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing him doing the same. Your heart skipped a beat and you cast your gaze outside again. The raven looked straight at you now. Feeling a little uneasy, you looked to the front of the class. You heard the discomforted grunt of Seto Kaiba, and you couldn't help but crack up. Kaiba sat behind you, and having one 'dark' person was enough for him, and now he has Bakura sitting next to you, diagonally from him. You felt Bakura's gaze on you, but not once did you turn to look at him. The teacher droned on and on about fractions and equations that you really could care less. Finally the bell rang and you grabbed your backpack and walked out of the class, shivering uncomfortably when a cloud of Curve black settled in front of you, bathing you in its disgusting scent. You choked inward, but continued to walk down the hall. You had English next, and though you had it with Kaiba, you loved it. English was one of your favorite subjects, along with Art and Biology. You took Chemistry last year, and decided to slack off this year, so you talked your lack-of-mind counselor and she put you in it. You walked into class and dashed to your seat on the right couch. Jake, one of your best friends, sat on there. You threw your backpack off, along with your trench coat and sat on him.
"You know Jake..."
You leaned back.
"Your hair sure does smell good."
Both of you busted out laughing. You sat up straight, but kept sitting in Jake's lap. The teacher looked at you and smiled and you smiled back at her. Your English teacher was in her mind forties, sort of short, but one of the most caring people you knew. Her eyes were so soft and caring, and her voice, contrary to her age, was full of excitement, joy, and fun. You looked to the doorway and saw Kaiba walk in, with Bakura trailing behind him, looking rather angry. He glared at Kaiba's backside and you couldn't help but laugh. If only glare could kill, that look would have sent Kaiba straight to Hell. Bakura looked at you and you smiled softly and then turned to look at Tyler who jumped onto the couch, heaved you off of Jake, and placed you in-between them. You smiled and the bell rung. The teacher stood up and Bakura went to her, handing him his schedule. She smiled, saying hello and introduced him to the class. He looked about and smirked. He walked over to the back of the class and sat next to Kaiba, whose face twisted in discomfort. You cracked up and looked at the teacher.
"Ok, today is an easy day, well for those of you that can write that is."
She laughed softly. She always joked about people not knowing how to write, especially in this class since you were K students.
"Today, write a poem about something. It's not timed, doesn't have to be any certain length, or subject. Just write a poem, and we will present it later."
She sat back down at her desk and began working diligently on her computer. You smiled happily, leaned over jake and grabbed your things, opened your backpack and grabbed your journal. You opened it to an empty page and stared at it, with a pen in your hand, trying to think of something to write. Then the door burst open, and in came....

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