Angel of Mine
"You'll be fine, Grace. You're just going to get your schedule and a short tour of the building, no big deal."
"Yeah mom, a tour of a the building that's going to destroy my life. I don't even need the stupid tour, I know what a school looks like," Grace, a fifteen year old girl, said angrily.
"Grace just take the tour and it's not going to ruin your life, you've just got to learn how to deal and adjust," her mom said gently.
"What if I don't want to adjust?" Grace slouched down into the car seat. "I was just fine in my old school." Grace's mother glanced down at her. Grace was staring out the window, life as she knew it was over with.
"You'll make new friends here, better then your old ones." Her mother said softly, trying to make Grace happy.
"How can you say that?"
"Look honey, I know it's hard but life isn't easy. Your are just going to have to deal with it."
"Mom just stop talking, you're making a fool of yourself."
"Gracie..." her mother began, but then decided that it would be best to drop the conversation.
Grace sank into her chair, happy that her mom had decided to drop the subject. 'Why does life have to be so hard? Can't it be easy just once?' She thought as they drove down the empty street in silence. Grace moaned when the school building came into view.
"It'll be fun Grace, a new experience," Grace's mom reassured her.
"Yeah, well what if I don't what a new experience?" Grace said with a sigh as her mom pulled to the side of the street.
Grace swung the car door open and stepped out miserably. "Do you want me to come in with you, you know help you get settled," her mom called out after her.
"No, I'll be fine," Grace said faking a smile.
"I'm working tonight, so you're going to have to walk home." Grace nodded as she slammed the car door shut and watched her mom pull away and head down the street.
"Bye," Grace said softly as she headed towards the school building. Grace slowly pressed down on the doorbell, as she took a deep breath. A tall woman quickly came to the door. Grace let out moaning sigh as the door swung open.
"Hello," A woman said cheerfully. "Can I help you?"
"Umm...yeah, I'm Grace..."
"Grace, we've been expecting you." The lady said shaking Grace's hand firmly. "Follow me." Grace followed the woman into the school building. The lady led her into a large office room. She quickly pulled out a paper from a filing cabinet and handed it to Grace.
"That's your schedule for the first two semester. These are the classes for Monday," The lady said pointing to a row of class on the paper, "and these are the classes for..."
"I think I can handle it," Grace interrupted.
"Of course." Grace forced a smile and she folded the schedule and stuffed it into her pocket. The secretary picked up another small paper from her desk and handed it to Grace. "And this is you're locker number and combination, your teachers have your books."
"Thanks," Grace said and she quickly put it into her pocket.
"Do you want a tour of the school building?"
"It's not my first time in a new school, I think I can figure it out."
"Are you sure?"
"If you want I could get one of your new class mates to give it to you, it wouldn't have to be me."
"No, I'm fine."
"Well, I don't want you to get lost on your first day."
"I'm not stupid."
"I didn't say you were."
"I can find my way around to class. Anyway there's still thirty minutes of school left, can't I just go to the last class," Grace said trying to change the subject, or at least get out of the office, and away from the secretary.
"If you want to, I guess that would be okay. I'll just call ahead for you."
"Thank you," Grace said faking a quick smile, God how she hated being nice.
"Do you need help getting there?"
Grace rolled her eyes as she left the office. 'That lady needs some serious help,' Grace thought as she pulled the folded schedule from her pocket.
"Okay...history, floor 3, room 309," Grace said softly as she looked for the closest staircase. She quickly ran up three sets of stairs and then down the hall. Grace came to a quick stop at room 309. 'Here goes nothing,' she thought as she slowly opened the classroom door and stumbled inside.
"Grace, glad you could make it. I'm Mr. O'Connell your History teacher," The teacher said happily as he made his way over to her. "Don't be shy," he said, prying her away from the doorway.
Grace moaned softly as he pulled her to the center of the room.
"Class this is Grace."
The room went silent for a moment. Mr. O'Connell picked up a book from the his desk, and handed it to Grace. "This is your history book for this year. Why don't you take one of those seats in the back," he said pointing to a few empty seats in the back row.
Grace slowly walked towards the back of the silent classroom. All the students stared at her as she passed. Grace slumped down into a chair at the far left corner of the room, she figured it would be better if she was away from everyone.
"We're on page thirty Grace," Mr. O'Connell said softly. Grace quickly flipped through the pages in her book, until she reached thirty.
"Can someone tell me what..." Mr. O'Connell 's voice suddenly became very distant to Grace as she stumbled in to thought, 'I knew this place would suck, from the moment I stepped onto the plane that was headed for this miserable town,' Grace slouched deeper into her chair and sighed heavily.
She hated school, always had, since she never felt loved, or special. She never felt like she had actually belonged somewhere, but she just was always there, always out of place, always getting into trouble, always alone. 'What's so good about this place? Why did we have to move here? Why is this place so good for me?' She thought as she her schedule out of her pocket. She scanned through all her classes, she sighed and quickly stuffed the paper back into her pocket. She gazed at her new classmates. They all seemed to be happy and they all seemed to be friends. They were all smiling, laughing and, whispering to one another.
Suddenly she spotted someone she hadn't seen when she first arrived. He was sitting across the room from her, he was slouched deep in his chair, his eyes were locked on a piece of paper he was scribbling on. He looked almost as miserable and lonely as she did. Grace instantly felt compassionate for the boy, he looked so lost. She watched him for a while, trying to find out what he was writing, but she was to far away. He all the sudden looked her way and for a moment their eyes met. He quickly turned back to his paper and continue to write. 'What if he's writing something about me?' The thought quickly ran through her mind. She quickly looked down at her book, that she had been neglecting. She glanced over at him again, but he wasn't looking. Grace slowly pulled out her schedule, turned it over, and began to write:
Lonely Brown Eyes, White hair
Perfect Face and an Almost Angel like appearance
"Grace!" Mr. O'Connell yelled suddenly.
Grace quickly looked up as soft giggles filled the classroom. She quickly crushed the paper into a small ball and held it tightly in her fist.
"You've been her for less then thirty minutes and you're already spacing out." He said angrily.
"I like spacing out sir," She said softly.
"Oh, do you lassie? Well you can go right on down to the office and meet Mr. Monnet, the school principal. I'm sure he'll be thrilled when he finds out how much you've learnt," He said pointing to the door.
Grace slowly closed her history book and rose to her feet. She headed towards the door.
"You have a lot of catching up to do, Grace. I least expected you to come here and not even listen to me teach."
Grace couldn't help but smile as she brushed past him.
"And you think It's funny, don't you?"
"No, I don't," she said holding back a laugh. "It's not funny."
"Just go," Mr. O'Connell said, rolling his eyes.
Mr. O'Connell went back to blabbing to the class about something that was suppose to be interesting. Grace glanced back at the class, her eye's met the boy's once more. She grinned at him as she pushed the door open.
"Do you want to go with her Bakura?" Grace heard Mr. O'Connell say as the door closed behind her.
'God, I'm glad I'm out of there,' she thought as she lingered in the hall. 'Sorry Mr. O'Connell, I don't really want to meet the school principal today. I think I'll just wait for that boy,' Grace thought as she leaned up against a wall. She slowly opened her hand, remembering that her note was still there. She sighed at she read the words that she had written to herself. She opened her history book and closed the note inside it, so she could find it easily. Grace looked back up at the class room door. 'I can't,' she thought, 'I promised that this time there would be no new friends.' Grace moaned as she slowly walked down the hall.
She had just started to go down the staircase, when the bell rang loudly. Grace was suddenly lost in a wave of teens rushing to get out. Grace was pushed along and soon she was out of the dreadful building. Grace looked back into the flood of students, hoping to see the boy, but he was nowhere to be seen. Grace sighed and quickly broke off in a run. She couldn't stand being near the school any longer.
Grace was about halfway home when her sprint turned into a walk. She could feel a tear roll down her cheek. She quickly brushed it away, trying to hide her emotions. 'Maybe I should meet him. He can't be all that bad, after all he does kinda look like an angel,' Grace thought as she slowly walked down an empty street. 'I just won't let him get to know me that well, then he won't be able to...' Grace's thoughts were sidetracked by a small store on the side of the road. She stared at if for a moment. 'I remember that,' she thought. Grace dropped her book and stepped towards the store, the shop seemed to be drawing her in. She slowly reached out to open the shop's door. Grace suddenly found herself in the middle of a flashback, a dark room and a few shadowy figures. She scanned the room, looking for something. A dime light in the far corner of the room caught her eye. The light was shinning on something, something important. it appeared to be a small piece of paper. Grace tried to reach out to grab it, but her hands were chained to the wall. She stared at the paper, trying to read it. That's when she realized that it wasn't a piece of paper but a card.
Grace suddenly stumbled backwards, thrown back into the real world. She glanced around, no one in sight. She looked back at the store. Turtle Game Shop. The name rung in her head, it sounded so familiar. Grace slowly turned back to her book, which was still lying in the middle of the road. She carefully picked it up and began to run down the street. There was something about that store that scared her.
She reached her house a few minutes later. She unlocked the door and stumbled inside. She slowly slammed the door shut and threw her book to the floor. Grace hurried to her room and flopped down on her bed with a sigh. She glanced over at her phone that rested on her dresser. She stood up slowly and grabbed the phone. She dialed a number quickly and lifted the phone to her ear. The phone began to ring. Grace sighed as she sat back down on her bed and pulled her shoes off.
"Hello," a kind voice answered the phone.
"Hi, is Jake there?" Grace asked quickly.
"Yeah hang on."
Grace lay back on the bed and bit her lower lip.
"Hello," A deeper voice said from the other side of the receiver.
"Hey Jake," Grace said softly.
"Jake, I was thinking about our long distance relationship," She paused. "I don't think...I don't think it's going to work out."
"I was thinking the same thing," Jake said with a sigh.
"We can still be friends though," Grace said after a short silence.
"Yeah," he agreed.
Grace slowly stood to her feet and began pacing the room. There was a long silence between them.
"Well I got to go," Jake said finally.
"Yeah me too," Grace stuttered.
"See ya later."
"Bye," Grace sighed.
She slowly hung up the phone. Grace sat back down on her bed. She glanced out the window, there was a bunch of little kids playing basketball in the middle of the street, their laughs pierced through the silence. Grace smiled, she could remember watching one of Jake's basketball games. Jake was a good boyfriend , even though he was always taking advantage of Grace. He had never really hurt her, like some of her other ones had. Grace never had a great boyfriend, most of them had just been using her or just been playing games with her. Grace liked Jake, even though she had been planning to break up with Jake for a long time, moving away gave her an excuse.
Grace slowly stumbled to her feet and headed down the stairs. She sighed as she stared at all the boxes that filled the dining room. Grace sat down on the hard wood floor and slowly pried a box open. She began unpacking some of her mother's old books. She piled the books on the floor beside her as she quickly emptied the box. Once she was finished with that box she began another smaller one. This box was filled with her father's old rock and roll CDs. Grace tossed them to the floor. At the bottom of the box she found some more of her mom's books. She sighed, her mother must have owned every book ever written. Grace gently added them the pile she had already started. Grace pushed the box aside once it was empty and stared on another. She slowly pulled out a small lamp and carefully placed it on the floor beside the big pile of books. Grace unpacked some more of her mother's books, a few cook books, picture frames, and some old family albums. Grace slowly opened one of the albums and fingered through the pages of pictures. She couldn't help but smile as distant memories became clear. She continued to flip through. Grace paused when she reached the last page. It wasn't a picture that had caught her attention but a small playing card.
The card wasn't in the best shape, one of the corners was slightly burned and the picture and words on the card were faded. She gently pressed her fingertips against the card's rough surface. It looked familiar, but from where? She carefully pulled the card out of the album and held it firmly.
The front door suddenly burst open and Grace's mother came tumbling inside. Grace slid the card in to her pocket and quickly slammed the album shut.
"Hey honey," Her mom said as she slowly closed the door. "What are you doing?"
"Just unpacking a few boxes," Grace said softly as she rose to her feet.
"You have no idea," Grace said as she step over a few boxes on her way to the kitchen.
"So I'm guessing you didn't make any new friends at school?"
"Good guess," Grace sighed as plopped down into a chair next to the door.
"How was school anyway?" Her mom asked as she sat on the edge of the table.
"Grace, don't use that word...it's ugly," her mother said sternly, and glancing angrily at her.
"Friends suck, this school sucks, this town sucks, life sucks," Grace said as she quickly rose from her chair and stomped back up the stairs.
Grace was in no mood for talking with her mother, it was her fault that they had to move. 'Why did mom have to find a new job? What was wrong with her old one?' She thought as she slammed the door shut. Grace felt a tear slowly roll down her cheek. 'Life isn't fair,' she thought as she sat down at a desk in the far corner of her room. She flipped on a small table light and slowly pulled out a pencil and paper from the desk. She angrily tapped the pencil against the blank paper, trying to think of something to draw. She began to dig through her pockets in search of something that would inspire her. Grace slowly pulled that description of the boy she had seen in history class. She quickly began to sketch him. His lonely eyes stared out into space, looking for someone or something to hold on to in this world of hate and misery.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Grace can I come in?" Her mother asked as she slowly cracked the door open.
"Yeah, sure," Grace mumbled as she started down at the almost finished sketch.
Grace's mother quickly entered the bedroom and shut the door tightly behind her. Grace really didn't want to see her mother's face let alone hear a motherly lecture, but she had no choice, her mother would have came barging in even if Grace had said no.
"What are you drawing?" Her mother asked softly as she stared over Grace's shoulder.
"Just someone...from my dreams," Grace answered slowly.
"What's his name?"
"He looks like an angel," her mom said as she lifted the picture off the desk for a closer look. "A lonely one."
"He is," Grace said taking the picture back.
"Give him wings. Every angel deserves his wings."
Grace smiled softly as she drew a pair of wings.
"That's better, now make him smile."
"I will when he's ready."
Grace's mother smiled.
"It's going to be better here,' She said after moment of silence.
"I promise we won't move again for a while."
"Okay," Grace smiled, trying to look happy.
"It's a nice town, we're luckily."
Grace nodded as she looked down at the picture, 'maybe I'll meet you someday, maybe you're that angel I need,' Grace thought as silence rang though the air.
"Well, I'm going to finish with some unpacking," Grace's mother said slowly.
"What do you want for dinner tonight?"
"I'm not hungry," Grace replied as she continued to stare down at the picture.
"Alright, well..." her mother slowly rose to her feet. "If you want anything, let me know."
"I'm going to be working again tomorrow morning, so you'll have to walk to school, but I'll be there to pick you up."
"Okay," Grace said faking a smile.
Grace's mother smiled and kissed the top of Grace's head lightly. "Cheer up, things will get better," Her mother whispered as she slowly stepped out of the room.
Grace sighed happily, finally she could have some time to her self. She glanced out of the window, the street was empty. Grace stared out at the setting sun. She slowly turned on the radio, hoping there would be a song on that would take away some of the pain resting on her heavy heart. She slowly flipped through all the stations, nothing. Grace quickly turned the radio off when she heard a car pulling into the driveway. She peered out the window again and watched her father stumble out of the car. She sighed, he was the last person she wanted to hear complaining. He slowly made his way to the house, in his arms he carried a brown paper bag. Grace already knew what was in the bag, everyone who knew her family did, alcohol. He had always brought home beer of some kind, ever since Grace could remember.
Grace listened to her father fumble around with the door handle, before he had actually got inside. He immediately started complaining as soon as he set foot in the house. She heard him crash through the dining room, pushing all the boxes and piled of books out of his way. Grace rested her head against the desk, life couldn't get much worse. Life seemed impossible. She slowly flicked the lamp off and stumbled onto her bed. Grace buried her head in her pillow trying to block out the sound of a dysfunctional family.
Her mother and father were screaming at each other, like usual. Grace sometimes wondered why her parents were still together if they hated each other so much, they never agreed on anything and they couldn't stand each other. Sometimes Grace wished they were divorced so that she wouldn't have to listen to them argue like children. A few tears dropped from her eyes. Why couldn't they just make life easy for her? Why did they have to mess up her life? She had done nothing wrong, never hurt anybody, actually everyone else always hurt her. She had even thought about running away a few times, but she had nowhere to run to, no one who would greet her with open arms and comfort her as she cried. Grace felt her blood begin to boil as she continued to think about her screwed up life. Anger began to build up inside of her. Grace suddenly grabbed a book from a night stand beside her bed and threw it with anger across the room.
Tears began to cascade down her face as she listened to her mother furious screams. Grace forced her self to lie back down after a few moments. She pulled the warm blankets over her head and rested her head on the pillow. She could feel the anger inside of her subside as she blocked out the sound of her parents arguing. Her thoughts slowly began to drift as she slowly fell into the enchanting spell of sleep.
Authors note: Okay first off Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine, I do not own it, I don't own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh characters and I don't own any places in Yu-Gi-Oh, like Domino or Turtle Game Shop. And secondly I do own Grace and the plot of this story. This story take's place after Battle City, that's important to remember in the future. *wink wink* I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and the second one will be up soon, thanx.
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A New Day...A New Life
Grace slowly walked down the empty road. Rain was pouring down around her as she walked. Her long brown hair was matted against her face, heavy from the rain. 'Why me, why now?,' she thought as she splashed through a puddle of water. She held her history book tightly against her chest.
"This isn't fair," she said softly to her self. "I had a perfect life, why does my life always have to get ruined?"
Grace's bright blue eyes stared down the street, nothing. There was no one in sight, nobody. She sighed. "Summer stared out great, I made new friends, a few boyfriends. Learnt how to get along with people. I was so happy. Then suddenly we had to move, I didn't get time to say good-bye, we just left." She stopped. "Why am I telling myself this?"
She slowly continued to walk, but she really wanted to run. Run away from it all, run away from life. 'Why do I have to suffer for my parents mistakes?' she thought. Grace walked for a little while longer, lost in her thoughts. She soon came upon a big school in the center of town.
"Domino High School," She read slowly with a sigh. She quickly ran up the short staircase and in to the school building. She pulled out her schedule from inside her history book. "Math. Fourth floor," she sighed. Grace was suddenly shoved forward, her book hit the floor.
"Move chick!" A guy yelled angrily as he pushed her to the side, to make way for him and his friends. Grace quickly turned around and thrust her fist into his face. The kid stumbled backwards. He clasped his hand over his face as blood streamed out of his nose. Grace smiled happily, grabbed her book from the floor, and quickly darted into the crowd and up a staircase, before the boy or any of his friends could say anything.
Grace ran up four sets of stairs. The fourth floor was packed with teens, all of them hurrying around to get to class. Grace slowly walked down the long hall, listening to all of them talk, most of there conversations were about the hottest guy or girl. Grace sigh, she had been the hottest girl before at her old school. Everyone fawned over her, every boy asked her out at least five times in one week. It was pretty cool being the hottest person, but it had gotten tiring fast, with all the rumors spreading it was hard to keep a reputation. She hoped that she would never have to go through that again, especially in this new school. Grace wanted to stay on a low profile until her family moved again, in fact she wanted to stay on a low profile for the rest of her life.
Grace quickly found her way to the math class, and after another awkward introduction, she was told to be seated beside a very short kid with really strange hair. Grace dropped the math book, the teacher had given her, on her desk and slouched down into the hard chair.
"Hi, my name's Yugi Muto," she heard the small kid say brightly.
"That's nice," Grace said trying to ignore him.
She slowly flipped through the pages of the math book. "We're on page twenty-three," the boy whispered.
"I know," Grace said angrily as she turned to page twenty-three.
"If you need any help with anything, I mean...since your new."
"Thanks but I don't need your help," She said coldly.
"Okay but if you ever do..."
"Yeah, I'll ask you for it," Grace said forcing a smile. Yugi was silent for the remainder of the class. The class was long and boring, and Grace hardly ever paid any attention to the teacher's annoying blabbing.
Grace quickly rose from her chair as soon as the class ended and hurried out the door, she was glad to be out of there and away from that Yugi kid. She slowly pulled out the schedule she had gotten the day before. Science. Grace sighed, she hated science. Grace slowly stumbled down the hallway, searching for her locker. 'Okay locker 242,' she thought as she scanned the lockers lined up against the wall. 240, 241, 242, she stopped quickly and unlocked the lock. The door swung open and Grace quickly shoved her books in. Grace slowly pulled out some folder and spirals that the last kid that owned the locker must have left. She flipped through them...empty. She slowly tucked them under her arm and quickly slammed the locker closed. Grace spun around quickly, accidentally bumping into someone behind her. Both their books and papers hit the floor and scattered on the ground.
"Oh God, I'm sorry," Grace said quickly as she gathered the books and papers.
"It's alright," a boy's gentle voice said as he bent down to help her. Grace looked up into a pair of lonely brown eyes inches from her face. 'Him?!' She thought as she quickly looked down at the pile of books she had gathered. They both rose slowly to their feet. The boy handed Grace one of her spirals. Grace smiled shyly as her fingers brushed against his.
"Thanks," Grace said quickly as she handed him some of his books.
"You're the new girl right?" he asked, his voice pierced into her heart.
"Yeah, Grace," she said softly. "And you are?"
"The name's Bakura," he answered shyly.
"Hey Bakura," a distant voice yelled from the swarm of teens heading toward their classes.
"Hi Yugi," Bakura said as the small boy from Math class and three others headed towards them.
Grace watched them nervously as they approached them. 'I've got to get out of here,' she thought as she felt her heart began to race. She had already decided that she wasn't going to make any new friends here. As soon as Bakura's back was turned to her, she quickly disappeared into the crowd of students and hurried off down the hall, hoping Bakura wouldn't take it the wrong way.
"Wait Grace," Bakura called out after her but it was to late, Grace was already out of sight. "Don't leave."
Grace could hear his faint calls but decided not to turn back. She quickly ran down the hallway darting in and out of the groups of students. Grace headed towards the closest staircase in sight, but was stopped rudely before she could reach it. Someone grabbed her by her shoulder and jerked her around to face him.
"Hello," Grace said calmly.
"Hey chick remember me?" a guy said as he pushed her back into the lockers that lined the wall.
"Oh yes, the one that I beat up this morning, didn't you learn your lesson?" Grace said grinning.
The guy stared angrily at her. "You won't be smiling for long," he said as he headed his books to a friend sanding next to him. His fingers curled into two tight fights. He knocked the books out of Grace's arms and quickly threw a punch at her, but she quickly dodged it. He thrust his other fist at her, Grace quickly dodged that punch too.
"I'm still smiling," Grace said as she ducked under another one of his wild throws. The boy threw two punches at her. One missed, but the other nicked her, blood dripped off her lip.
"Is that all you've got?" Grace said as she whipped the blood off her lip with her knuckles. Grace quickly threw a punch a the boy, hitting him in the jaw. Grace smiled as she watched him stumbled backwards. By now there was a big crowd of kids watching the fight, all of them were cheering on the fight. Grace grinned, she was surprised that she was actually enjoying the attention. She quickly thrust three punches into his gut. The boy angrily pushed Grace into the wall. He punched her in the jaw with force. Grace spit some blood onto the floor. The boy was getting great pleasure out of all the cheers from the crowd and threw another punch towards Grace. But this time his fist was caught. The boy's knuckles cracked as another mysterious guy tightened his grip.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to get your ass kicked by a girl," he said coldly as he pushed the jerk back into the crowd. "Get lost."
The crowd quickly broke up and headed towards their classes. "Are you okay?" the guy asked Grace.
"Yeah I'm fine," Grace said, wiping blood off her lower lip. She knelt to the floor to gather her papers.
"I bet he's hurting more then you are," he said as he helped her.
Grace slowly rose to her feet after collecting all her belongings. "Well...thanks," She said as she turned to leave.
"Wait," he said quickly. Grace turned to face him. "You can't walk around alone," he said smiling.
"Why not?" Grace asked laughing softly.
"Cause he'll come back to get you as soon as I'm gone. I can't live knowing an innocent girl is being stalked."
"Then do you want to walk me to class?"
"Chemistry," Grace said glancing over at him.
He smiled as they began to walk down the hall together. "So anyways..." she said as they headed to class together. "I don't remember catching your name back there."
"I'm Malik, and you must be Gorgeous, right?"
"Grace," she said blushing.
"So what did you do to make him so angry with you?"
"I...umm..." Grace began but was quickly distracted by her emotions, 'I shouldn't be with him,' she thought as she stumbled for words. "I...umm...."
Malik stared at her in question, but with fondness in his eyes. Grace stared into his big purple eyes, 'but who could blame me?'
"You said no to his offer?" Malik asked after a moment of silence.
"No, he didn't ask me to date him, no one does."
"I don't believe that," Malik said grinning.
"Then can I?"
Grace smiled, to astonished to speak. She searched for words to answer him. "You have beautiful eyes," Grace commented, trying to change the subject before she was in to deep over her head.
"You have a beautiful face," Malik said smiling.
"Do you know what I keep thinking about?" Malik asked as they came to a slow stop in front of the classroom door.
"No, what?" Grace slowly pulled the door opened.
"How we'd make good Chemistry partners."
************************************************************************Auth ors note: Yu-Gi-Oh and all the Yu-Gi-Oh characters don't belong to me, but Grace does. The story line is based on my own idea. And yes Malik is really sweet, so just deal with it. I like him better when he's sweet. That's about all so I hope you enjoyed the first two parts, and chapter three will be up soon. Thanx.