Tell Me What You Want...

Dealing With The Devil Himself

"You alright, Eva?" Tristan asked, before looking to Joey with a scowl. "I don't see why you have to always start something with him, Joey."

"Hey he started on us! Besides, that sleezeball probably planned to try and run us over for his own kicks." Joey shrugged, acting as if the argument was a daily reoccurrence.

The bell rang loudly across the quad, Evangelines stomach tightening in anxiety as the thought of today's exam drifted into her mind. Groaning, she sorted the bag on her shoulder.

"I'll see you guys later...good luck with the exam!" She smiled brightly despite her nerves, waving to them both as she hadn't classes with any of them until said exam.

Making her way through the heavily crowded corridors, she apologised everytime she bumped into another student though her apologies were mostly ignored, many of them not even realising they were bumped into. It took a few minutes but eventually she arrived at her first class - Sciences. It wasn't a strong subject of hers but then when were any of her classes? Brushing some of her blonde hair off her shoulder as she took a seat near the back, in the hope this would avoid any surprise questions from the teacher, she began to unpack her satchel. Her textbooks and work books weren't of the best standard, frayed and tatty from her mothers drunken arguments but then there was only so much she could do to preserve them. 

"Right class, open your exercise books to chapter 8 : Getting the most from reactants." The teacher began, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose before turning to write on the board.

Taking her pencil out of its pencil case, she had barely touched the paper with it when the quiet crack was heard followed by a disgruntled sigh. It took a moment to find the sharpener in her cluttered satchel but eventually Evangeline began to sharpen the broken pencil. But her eyes widened as she glanced to the board, staring in disbelief at how much she'd missed in just those few minutes. Panicking, she threw the sharpener back into the satchel and went to write on the paper once more...only to throw her pencil forward and off the table, her hands frantically chasing after it though failing to catch it before it fell. The board was filled even more and now she was looking around in utter fear, rummaging the satchel once more before finally finding a pen and starting her notes.

"Are you always so pathetically disorganised?" Came a sneer from her right, her eyes at first narrowing at the figure beside her only to shrink at the realisation of whom he was.

"N-No...no, today's, um....today's a bad day." Eva lied smoothly, returning to the scruffy note taking but only because she was trying to write so fast. "Although you shouldn't be so cruel, Mr Kaiba...not all of us are as clever as yourself-no! No!"

But it was too late, the partially unscrewed top of the pen burst open spilling blue ink all over her notes making them barely legible. Seto couldn't help but laugh a little as she feebly began to wipe the ink away with a tissue from her pocket.

"That's not going to work-"

"I know! I know, I just....ugh!" She growled, looking hopelessly to the now full board which was soon being wiped away. "Just please, don't be cruel. Some of us have to try, you know?"

Defeated, the quiet young woman gathered the notes and scrunched them into a ball, sighing to herself before pulling the open textbook towards her deciding that if she couldn't keep up with notes, she could at least read what they were talking about. Seto meanwhile continued to watch her, his eyes originally observing how much she had to concentrate to keep up...but soon they drifted. They ran over her plump lips, feeling an arousal grow as she bit down on her bottom lip. Travelling down her slender neck, it didn't take long before they roamed over the swell of her breasts which slowly rose with each steady breath she took. He'd had women before in any way he pleased - a perk of being of a multi-billionaire. So his imagination was running wild with what he could do to her as well as how sweet she'd sound in the process.