OLD ATST Seto/Joey

Watching -1 Joey POV-2015 fixed

Joey had been studiously focusing on the board.

Relay he had.

Or the teachers knew artfully arranged up duo that had her hair falling in cascading grey waves.

It was a toss-up on where to divide his attention.

But to keep up appearances one must use time to their advantage, and catch a good nap. All was well and fine in the world of wheeler.

School was a great place to catch a break and some shut-eye.

It wasn't like the material was riveting. He could swear they actually wanted students to fall asleep.

However just when he was about to nod of the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end.

Then he knew.

What did he Joey Wheeler know?

See there were many things in his fucked up life joey wheeler knew.

The Streets for sure. Joey was more from the school of being there done that.

Which is why he didn't do so good at the algebra stuff.

To busy trying to budget for food and scrape by.

Got the smelly, ragged , scrap-you-call-a T-Shirt and it wasn't fit to so much as wipe your ass. Box living while cost-effective extracts a long-term price.

He realized if he wanted to get anywhere he needed schooling of some kind or other.

Most who claimed to know him would say his sister.

They wouldn't be wrong Serenity, is his world.

There is an air of innocence about her despite everything a genuine softness.

He long ago vowed to never see tainted.

This is why he'd agreed and taken the job in the first place.

Suffered everything gone through it all in the first place.

Joey's needs would always take second place.

But some things he had to do, had to sacrifice to give them a better future. He didn't regret what he was doing, is doing. Would do it all again in a heartbeat for her.

More recently he knew himself.

Some days not even that anymore.

A defiant splash of crimson across his vision.

The sound of hard breathing his own ripped ragged swaths through his tortured lungs.

He shook the thought off like a wet dog.

Among the few things on that list wheeler professed himself to know, and would swear up and down was his place in the world.

According to most that was laying nicely under their upturned nose.

Being ground beneath his "higher-ups boots". Joey liked to use a few choice words in disagreements.

Only serenity and Yugi both would probably, scratch that most definitely would wash his mouth out with soap!

Yes, wheeler could always tell when someone was watching him. Right now his instincts were nearly in over drive. If he had to hazard a guess he'd say, the freaking one and only Seto Kaiba hadn't [despite his continuous typing], stopped stealing glances at him all class.

Hadn't Kaiba ever heard about that public decency stuff he loved to rant at joey for?

Pot calling the kettle black much?

Joey personally felt like glance was to light a word.

Any other time you could call him over dramatic.

Seto was staring dam near boring into him. It was downright creepy to be at the receiving end of all that focused power.

Now Joey wasn't a sterling typer he more or less chicken pecked.

But even typing done properly should need more focus than allowed for looking about.

He wasn't all that interesting .

With now dirtier blonde hair(purposeful) belated tanks of a gas station restroom.

Add in a loud off-putting disposition, Joey when he did stand out fell from interest easy like.

He didn't need notice, not for any reason.

Most importantly, perhaps more so then anything else he didn't want notice.

Other than his occasional penchant for arguing with said CEO .

Who currently eyed him with what wasn't usual disdain.

Joey concluded he preferred the contempt, easier to understand.

Maybe that was it ?

Maybe Kaiba's thick skull had suffered damage at some big wig function or other.

As if he would be so lucky joey snickered quietly .

Well in any case Joey sure hoped that was it.

He hadn't so much as put a toe out of line or sneezed Kaiba's direction lately.

He couldn't afford another detention.

With dad of for treatment he had to pick up the slack.

Joey wrinkled his nose a bit at the reminder

All class period it was like this.

The Kaiba watched him and wheeler cautiously watched back, out the corner of his eye.

He finally placed the feeling in the pit of his stomach .

That wiggle whimy evasively familiar from somewhere feeling.

The kind that forced him to take in great amounts of air through flared nostrils.

Clenched fists and heart in his closed up throat pounding ; to get out emotion..

He should have recognized it sooner.

But it had been a long time.

Still he remembered the rush, the fight or flight instinct that gripped you.

There was none other like it.

Prey.

Yes, Joey felt akin to cornered prey.

Blood roared in his ears, and his heart beat in fast tandem ,it echoed the sound his fingers made when they nervously drummed down on the desk.

A t self-satisfied downright taunting look, met his wild eyed gaze. It was a daring look( the kind that  openly challenged the receiver, to say anything, to move.

Joeys throat clenched tight for a moment he froze unable to speak. Held entrapped, unwarily snared.

In this moment Joey knows he is the prey, with a sureness that calls upon years of instinct , he knows   

Seto Kaiba is the predator.