Why Am I The Asshole?

I really don't know what I'm doing here. I don't understand these rules. I don't understand how I am the bad guy. I mean, all I did was point out the obvious! I didn't even throw a punch! Sighing, I pull out my phone to see if anyone texted me. Nope. No one. Awesome. Just great.

About then I jerked my head up as there was a squeak to the door. Looking, I saw … him. Gulping, I looked down. How the hell did he get detention? As I opened my laptop to start doing homework, I noticed he sat down next to me. Cutting my eyes to the side, I saw crimson staring back into mine.

"Excuse me, aren't you the one that called Zorc an asshole?" Gorgeous Guy said. His voice was…well, like sex would be. Well, I mean, what sex would be like if it was as good as I think it will be when I eventually have it. I don't know, I just hope this guy can't see my drool!

"Uh..yea. That was me." I shrug. Gorgeous Guy just starts chuckling. Wow…his laugh is more gorgeous than he is…if that's possible. I feel my eyebrows knit in confusion. "Why is that so funny?" I ask.

"It's just…no one, I mean, no one, calls Zorc anything but…well, Zorc." Gorgeous Guy said. "So, you have probably just made some friends. In fact, you've made one. I'm Yami. Yami Sennen." He held out his hand. I took it, shaking it.

"Yugi Moutou. I'm a junior." I stated. Why I had to state my year in school is beyond me. Why my family had to move me in the middle of my high school experience is beyond me. In fact, most things are beyond me. I sighed as I thought about what had happened. I wanted to stay in Japan, but noooo. They had to move me. The had to leave me with Gramps. And they had to enroll me in public school. I've never been in a public school in my life, and it looks like my track record isn't starting out too great, since "Detention" doesn't seem to be a good thing.

"Well, Yugi Moutou, I'll introduce you to my friends. They are all a bit crazy, but you'll like them." He smiled as the teacher came in, effectively silencing any more conversation. I sat, looking at my chromebook. As I worked through my math, I couldn't help but keep sneaking looks over at Yami.

I had noticed him that morning, of course. How could I not? He was tall, thin, with well-defined muscles and had star shaped hair like mine. But, where mine is black with blonde streaks and purple highlights at the tips, his had crimson at the tips. His hair also looked smoother than mine. I walked on, not even saying hi, as I am shy by choice. But, since I was looking at Yami, I ran into this tall, dark haired muscle head. I told him I was sorry. I don't know what his problem was and why he couldn't just take the apology. He mentioned something about me being a blind starfish. I called him an asshole. The hall went silent. I realized then that I must have fucked up with a capital F. I saw a fist, but then I saw Mr. Edmonds step between me and Musclehead, something about detention, and then I was given a slip stating "Detention, Room 3-F, 3 pm."

Suddenly, Yami grabbed my phone off the desk. He turned it on. Oh well, he wouldn't be able to get into it. I had a passcode on it. I didn't have one of those face recognition things or anything, as I was always scared I'd get into an accident and disfigure my face and then never be able to get into my phone. That would have been catastrophic. After a few minutes of trying, he put the phone back on my desk in defeat. I just shook my head.

I didn't get to talk to Yami after detention because the teacher called me up front. Luckily, when I got home, Gramps didn't ask me anything…he was too busy dealing with a customer who was trying to figure out if it was better to buy Friday the 13th, Metal Gear Solid V, or Overwatch. I slipped in and went upstairs, dropping my bag in my room. Taking off my school clothes, I slipped on some jeans and a purple tee shirt and headed back down. Changing clothes after school and being over the age of 8? I know, I'm a nerd. But the fact of the matter is, Gramps has always made me, so I'm used to it. In fact, Gramps is the only thing I am used to.

Gramps moved with me, mom and dad. He had lived with us ever since I could remember. I have a sneaking suspicion he did so he could take care of me because he knew that mom and dad were just going to run off and leave me…like they did. Dad is a pilot and mom is a stewardess. I have a sneaking suspicion they became those so they wouldn't have to deal with me. But whatevs, I have Gramps and Gramps is the only one who has been constant in my life. I'd do anything for that man. Which is why I'm glad he moved with us, so he didn't work himself too hard, cause I knew I'd help him.

Walking into the kitchen, I poured some juice. Taking a swig, I heard the doorbell jingle. Sounds like it was getting a bit busier out there. Guess I'd better go out and help. Putting the glass in the sink, I walked out. There was some blonde kids out there with jeans and a tee shirt on. He looked over at me. "Hiya, can ya help me?" He smiled.

"Sure, what can I help you with?" I grinned. I can be pretty charming when I want to be…and I usually want to be at Gramps's store. I mean, that is how we make our living after all. Small businesses rule!

"Well, I'm lookin' for a new game, got any recommendations? I like board games mostly…da more obscure da better." He asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, there's a really cool game I like called "Tsuro"…it's a tile based board game. Basically, you have to avoid sea monsters and not crash into other player's boats. It sounds weird, but it's really fun!" I held up a finger. "Wait, I have one. I'll bring it down so you can see it." I turned and headed through the back and up the stairs. Finding it, I ran back down. The guy was still there.

"C'mere." I said, setting the box down on a table. I set the board up as he came over, skeptically looking. I showed him how to play and he humored me by playing a game. I beat him, barely. But, it didn't matter, cause during the course of the game I found out his name was Joey Wheeler and he went to my school. He was a senior.

At the end of the game, he smiled. "Awright, ya sold me on it. I'll buy one." I grinned and got up, getting one of the boxes. Handing it to him, he grinned. "Here." He handed me a piece of paper. "It's my cell. See ya 'round, Yug'." He went up to the cash register as Gramps checked him out. I put the number in my phone, saving it under "Joey" and sent him a text saying 'It's Yugi'. I heard a dog bark as he grabbed his bag. He looked down, smiled and opened his phone. Chuckling, he caught my eye and nodded before he waved as he left. Putting up my game, I waved back.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Yawning, I said good night to Gramps and went upstairs, kicking off my clothes in a trail to my bed. I'd pick them up tomorrow morning when I got up to take a shower. As I rolled over to go to bed, my phone dinged. Yawning, I reached over and picked it up, reading the text. "Wanna go to a party tomorrow night?" I looked at the clock. It said 12:32 a.m. Why is Joey texting me after midnight? I yawned again as I responded with a "Sure." As I sat my phone down, I rolled over to go back to sleep. Suddenly, my eyes opened wide when my brain registered what just happened. No, I am tired…that has to be it. Grabbing my phone, I opened the message again. Wide awake now, I sat up. I was definitely not asleep. And Joey definitely did not send me that message, as his contact information was not "Yami."