a/n: First chapter of my fic. Hope you like and don't forget to REVIEW!!!


"Class, we have a new student today."

Bakura's head snapped up. There hadn't been a new student since he himself had arrived.

The teacher gestured for the student to come in and it was all Bakura could do to keep his jaw from dropping in shock.

The girl that walked in had shoulder length black hair with white streaks in it. She had heavy black under-eye liner and black lipstick. She wore a loose black shirt that was threatening to fall off one shoulder and baggy jeans with high top combat boots. A chain was visible around her neck.

"This is Alexandra Moore," the teacher introduced. Alexandra scowled at Miss. Gladradiel, who didn't notice. "Why don't you take a seat next to Bakura in the back there?"

The punk snorted and hitched her backpack higher onto her back as she made her way to the back of the room. Bakura noticed she had a slight swagger. She sat down heavily in the seat next to him and dropped her bag to the floor with a loud clunk. Digging her notebook roughly from it, she put it on the desk in front of her. She was earning a lot of stares, but she didn't seem to notice. Even if she did, she didn't strike Bakura as the type to care.

Alexandra noticed him looking at her and she mouthed, "What?" Bakura quickly looked down at his own notebook. This wasn't exactly the new kid he had been expecting.


"There's a new girl here," Bakura told his friends at lunch.

"Really?" Tea asked, far more interested in this than her slop that was supposed to be macaroni and cheese. "What is she like?"

"Well," Bakura started.

He looked over his shoulder at the table closest to the cafeteria doors. Alexandra was sitting sideways on the bench, one leg on it, bent, the other hanging off the side. She had a tray of food, but she looked like she was just playing with it.

"That's her over there," he said simply, nodding to her with his head.

The other four teens stared at him.

"That's her? She's... a punk?" Tea asked, stunned.

"She looks dangerous!" Yugi commented.

"I'm going to go over there," Bakura said after watching her for a few seconds.

"You are?" Joey asked. "Why?"

"Because I know what it's like to be the new kid in town. It's not much fun." With that he picked up his tray and walked across the room to Alexandra.

"Hello, is this seat taken?" Bakura asked when he reached her table.

"Nope and it's gonna' stay that way," she said, not even bothering to look at him.

This wasn't the reaction he had expected. He decided maybe he should just sit down anyway.

When she felt extra weight on the opposite bench, she looked up. "What's wrong, are you deaf? I said I didn't want company," she said with a threatening look on his face.

"I think you do. I know what it's like to be new. I was nervous about meeting people too," Bakura said.

"Look, twerp. I don't care if you were new, or if you were nervous. You don't know me, so don't talk to me. Now go away and leave me alone," she said, giving him a warning smile. She leaned her arm on her raised knee and stared at him.

He wasn't sure what to say. He just watched her, stunned, as she rolled her eyes with a loud sigh and got up from the table, grabbing her tray as she went. As she passed the trash cans, she dumped what was left of her lunch and put the tray on top of the pail with the others. She then pushed the cafeteria doors open with attitude and walked through.

Bakura just sat there, his mouth slightly open at Alexandra. Did she really just decline his offer to talk to her?

A few seconds later, however she came back through the doors and came over to him.

"Where's math class?" she asked, folding her arms. She looked annoyed that she had to ask him for directions.

Bakura held back a grin. "Really? That's my next class too!"

"Oh, goody," she said dryly. "Just tell me where it is."

"We can walk together. I was going to head there anyway," he said, doing with his tray the same Alexandra had with hers.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with," she said, following him out the doors.

"I'm Bakura," he said, extending a hand when they got out of the cafeteria.

"Alexandra. But you'll call me Al or Alex. If you call me by my full name, you die," she said, not taking his hand, but holding up a fist instead.

"R-right," he stuttered, taking a step back. "Um... math class is this way." He looked over his shoulder at her as he began to walk. She caught up with him in a few long strides.

- Great. If the punks here see me with this walking nightmare, I'll never be accepted into their group. I'd be sent to hang out with freaks. Ugh! I've gotta' get away from this creep! - Alex thought as she walked beside Bakura. - When was the last time he got a haircut? -

"Here we are," he said, holding the door open for her. She snorted at him and pulled the door shut behind her before Bakura could get in.

- Well. She's nice, - Bakura thought dryly. He knew she would have to warm up eventually. This was just her way of being nervous. He took his usual seat in the back, which happened to be next to the one Alex had chosen. When she saw him sitting there, she rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.

"Not you again. What's your problem? Quit stalking me," she said, about to get up and move, but at that moment the rest of the students filed in, followed by the teacher.

"Morning class," the teacher said, leaning against his desk. "Now, some of you may know that we have a new student. Bakura snuck a glance at Alex and saw her put her hand in her chin and exhale heavily in annoyance.

"Alexandra, would you stand please?" Mr. Deranti said.

Alex's eyes blazed at the use of her full name, but she said nothing as she stood. A few people stared with their mouths open, but no one laughed like they had when Bakura had come. He sensed that might have been because she struck them as dangerous.

"Could we have a volunteer to show Alexandra around the school?" Mr. Deranti asked the class, looking around.

"Can I sit now?" Alex asked haughtily, folding her arms.

"Yes," the teacher replied and the punk dropped back into her seat, scowling at him.

No one in the class raised their hand and Alex grinned slightly. She hadn't been here twenty-four hours and people were already afraid of her.

After a few seconds of silence, Bakura raised his hand. Alex snapped her head around to him and glared.

"I'll do it," he said, not looking at her. He could feel her eyes boring into him.

"Wonderful! Alexandra, this is..." Alex cut her own teacher off, taking him by surprise.

"We've met," she said, her arms still folded and slouching back in her seat.

"Even better. Well, let's take roll call."


Alex tried to escape before Bakura caught up, but she had no such luck.

"Hey, what class do you have next?" he asked, jogging to catch up with her as she practically ran to the door of the classroom.

"Look, it doesn't matter. I don't need your help, all right? You need to get a life and stop bugging me!" she said, beginning to walk down the hall.

"O-okay," he said, slightly confused. He started to head to his own class when he heard Alex call his name.

"Wait! Uh... how do I get to English class?" she asked, looking slightly embarrassed.

Bakura chuckled. "That's where I'm headed too. Come on, I'll walk you."

She sighed and followed him. - Great. So now I'm going to be seen with the walking haystack. What other joyous things could happen to me? -

"Do you mind if I look at your schedule?" Bakura asked her after a few seconds.

"Yeah, whatever," she said, digging in her backpack for it. She shoved a crumpled up piece of paper into his hand and he unfolded it.

He studied it and his eyes grew wide. He pulled out his own schedule and compared them. They were identical.

"We have all the same classes, Alex!" he said, handing her back her schedule.

- Oh no. - "Oh. Great," she said sarcastically. "I get to look at you for the rest of the year. What could possibly be better than that?"

Bakura looked at her quizzically. Why was she being so cold to him? He hadn't done anything to her.

They walked in silence to their next class. He showed her around to each of their classes, and though she wasn't terribly pleasant, she followed him without too much complaint.


a/n: Okay. So Bakura meets Alex. Alex is a... well, punk. I know what you're thinking. "How could these two complete opposites become friends?" Well, read and I'll tell you... Oh, and reviews are necessary for me to continue.