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The computer lab. The scariest place in the school. We didn't even have a computer class, but we had a computer lab, because we had the Computer Club. Nobody knew how they raised so much money last year that they got enough funding from the school to set up the high-tech, high-grade, high-class computer lab in one of the lesser used classrooms. Nobody knew much about what they did in the computer lab, either. Nobody knew much about their club at all, in all honesty. But everyone was scared shitless of the entire club, in all frankness.

They were more like a cult than a club, actually. They were all in the same class. Twenty-eight of them exactly. It had started off with just this one boy—he had transferred to our school last year from a very prestigious school, supposedly having been too stressed to remain at his old school—who kept on top of his schoolwork with a laptop. A simple laptop. Much like a computer virus, though, the technological bug spread swiftly, corrupting the nearest files—er, classmates.

Within a month, the entirety of his class had become as deep into and dependant upon computers as he was. When he proposed to make a club just for them, all of his classmates immediately quit their current clubs and came together underneath his word to form the Computer Club. Within six months of that, the computer lab had been set up. Nobody had dared to bother the club or its members since.

Well, except for one other club. One brash, rude, crude club. My club. The Baseball Club. My club’s captain—who had just become captain this year, after out last captain was injured and had to settle for merely being our coach—just loved to hit baseballs in the direction of the computer lab; and, more often than not, he sent the balls straight through a window. It happened so often now, as a matter of fact, that all the windows of the computer lab were, by now, replaced with special laminated glass (for those that had been broken already) or left open all during club hours.

Or, that’s how it was supposed to be. But today the captain had gone after the computer lab during lunch hour, successfully hitting the baseball through a closed, non-laminated window. I had been sent to fetch it. And I could help but wonder, as I stood in front of the computer lab door, my hand poised to knock: “Why me?”

The door was suddenly ripped open, and I couldn’t help but jump a little, though I did manage to keep in a shocked shout. But I couldn’t keep in the surprised gasp when I took in the one who had opened the door to answer my not-yet-made-knock. He was gorgeous. He was more than gorgeous. He was godly. He had to be a member of the Date Club or the Fashion Club, because no such beautiful creature would be caught dead in the Computer Club.

“Are you going to stand at the door all day?” he asked flatly. Even when speaking with such a tone, he still had a lovely voice.

“Er, I was about to knock,” I said. Was it just me, or did I sound especially stupid when talking right after him? He arched an eyebrow, and then stepped back to gesture for me to come in. I don’t know why he did that. Though I had never been sent to fetch the captain’s baseball from here before, I was pretty sure it was all but regulation for him to bring the baseball to me so I didn’t have to enter the Computer Club’s domain.

“If you’re not coming in, go away,” he snapped. I jumped again—right into the room. He swiftly closed the door after me and then spun about, marching over to the broken window. “You baseball brats really must learn how to hit better,” he grunted, glancing back at me as he stooped down and seemingly resumed cleaning up the broken glass.

“Um…” I said brilliantly. Didn’t he know the captain did it on purpose? I was sure everyone did.

“You disagree with me?” he asked, arching his left eyebrow and narrowing his right eye at the same time.

“I’m sorry,” I said swiftly.

“For disagreeing with me?” he asked, switching to arching his other eyebrow quizzically.

“For the broken window,” I said. All at once he stood up, stalking back over to me.

“Unless you hit the ball, you shouldn’t be sorry,” he said.

“Well—” I started, but he cut me short.

“You did hit it, didn’t you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes sharply and suddenly.

“I was just—” I again started, and he again cut me off.

“You clean it up, then!” he exclaimed, dragging me around and shoving me in the direction of the window.

“But I—” I once more started, and he once more wouldn’t let me finish.

“If you made the mess, you should clean it up. Now move it, baseball brat,” he snapped.

Crap. I slinked over to the mess, quickly crouching down and using the hand broom and dust pan he’d left next to it to sweep up. “So…what are you doing in here during lunch?” I asked after a few moments, not particularly liking the silence.

“What were you doing on the baseball field during lunch?” he returned the question without an answer.

“Playing around,” I said simply.

“By hitting a baseball through the window,” he said flatly.

“It wasn’t intentional!” I blurted out.

“Heh. Sure. That’s what all of the baseball brats say when they come here to fetch the baseballs your club hits through the windows. I notice not a single window has been broken that isn’t in the computer lab,” he shot with a sneer.

My pride stirred up now, causing me to stand up and spin around to face him. “Well, we can’t very well help it if this classroom is in the area our foul balls normally fly. If you don’t like it, maybe you should move the Computer Club’s location, because the Baseball Club can’t exactly move the diamond,” I said, my voice boiling over with indignation. Nevermind the fact that almost all of the balls that flew this was were intentional on our captain’s part.

He looked quite surprised, undoubtedly not having expected me to talk back to him, especially when enclosed in the computer lab alone with him. Oh shit. My pride suddenly fizzled and fled, leaving me alone with this boy and my relocated fear. As though he could sense my loss of courage, a smirk slinked across his face. “Well… That’s a good idea right there,” he said, his soft, sinister tone suddenly making me think he sounded a lot like Satan.

“It is? What is?” I asked, unable to keep from cringing.

“The diamond,” he said, “The Baseball Club will just have to move their playing field.”



“How did it come to this?” the coach sighed.

“I’m really sorry, Redon,” I whimpered.

“It’s alright, Xanthe. You didn’t know—nobody could have known that those Computer Club bastards could actually get the principal to agree it was easier to relocate the diamond than the computer lab,” he sighed.

“Easier my ass. We all know those cocksuckers bribed the principal,” the captain growled.

“It doesn’t matter how they did it, just that they did it,” another club member stated with hatred.

“And now our club activities are banned until the diamond is finished being remade elsewhere,” yet another member said, looking closer to tears than I did.

“No, they’re not,” Redon said. All at once all our eyes and ears were wide open as we looked at him and listened closely. “We simply can’t play on the diamond. That means no games, yes. It doesn’t mean we’re banned or disbanded, though. It simply means we’ll have to play less professional, proper games. We can still play, though. Around the grounds of the school—in the gym, even, if I can get gym teacher, Coach Bobari, to agree,” he said.

“What about the school carnival, though? Every year, all of the sports clubs do the same thing for that: play a game, selling the tickets to make their profit. Without a diamond, though, we can’t play a good, real game,” the captain said, scowling.

“…Softball,” I said softly when nobody else said anything. Now all attention was on me.

“Specify your idea, if you would, Xanthe,” Redon said.

“My sisters always say that when they’re old enough to come to this school, they want to join the Baseball Club like me. I always tell them they can’t, though, because baseball is for boys. Then they always tell me they’re going to start up a Baseball Club for girls when they come, which would actually make it a Softball Club,” I said.

“You want to start a Softball Club? How would we make our profit?” the captain asked.

“No, I’m not saying we start the club. I’m saying we give lessons to girls. By now, we’ve got all the boys in the school who like baseball in our club. We don’t have any girls, though. None of the sports clubs do. But it we offer paid lessons for girls, I’ll bet we’d get a lot of interest,” I said.

“Hmmm… That sounds like a good idea. We wouldn’t need the diamond for that, since we’d be giving the lessons to the girls as individual players, rather than as a team,” Redon said, thoughtfully turning his eye skyward.

“My vote is for it,” one of the other members piped up.

“Vote? Okay. Everyone who wants to give lessons to girls for the school carnival, put your hand up!” Redon said, his eyes falling back down on all of us. There was a pause, and then both he and I raised our hands into the air. Almost immediately, everyone else put their hand up. Well, almost everyone. The captain waited another moment before reluctantly raising his hand in the air an inconspicuously small amount. “Unanimous! This year, the Baseball Club shall be giving lessons for the school carnival!” the coach declared.

“Break tradition!” one of the members exclaimed.

“Break stereotype!” another member declared.

“Don’t break windows!” the coach exclaimed with a smile.

“Don’t break bones,” the captain said with a glare.

“I think this calls for a rousing chorus of “We Are the Champions”,” the coach said, definitely just trying to annoy the captain now.

“I think I’ll break your other leg if you try to drag the team off to a karaoke club again,” the captain stated, not missing how Redon was trying to get on his nerves.

“I think I’ll go to the library and print up some flyers to advertise our plans for the school carnival this year,” I said.

“Why? We never do flyers,” the captain said, glancing at me now.

“Because we do the same thing every year. This year is different, though. We’ll need flyers to get the word out,” I replied.

“Good thinking, Xanthe. You go do that,” Redon said, waving me off. Returning the wave, I swiftly took off for the library. I didn’t go into the library, though. I went there, sure, but I didn’t go in. Why? Because right there in the entrance was the bastard from the Computer Club. The asshole that had nearly ruined this year for the Baseball Club. I froze upon seeing him, unable to believe that fate would have me run into him here and now.

Though we were only twenty or so feet apart and I was standing stone still in the middle of the open, he didn’t seem to see me. He shrugged his laptop bag higher up his shoulder, turned to the side, and headed for the main building. What had he been doing at the library? Nobody outside of the Book Club ever came here, unless they were like me and wanted to use the computers. He didn’t need the computers, though, so….what? He needed a book?

I don’t know what possessed me, but something sure took me over and made me run after the guy. “Hey! Computer cocksucker!” I shouted after him. He stopped dead in his tracks, but gave no immediate acknowledgement to me other than that.

After a moment, he glanced over his shoulder at me. “Baseball brat,” he said, “You’ve got something to call me back now, eh?” I didn’t respond. I’d stopped a few short feet away from him, and now I was trying to figure out why the Hell I had gone after him. “…Of course, yours seems to be a lot more vulgar. Perhaps I should call you baseball bastard, instead. It’s more suiting now,” he mused aloud, watching me closely but still not turning to fully face me.

“…What were you doing in the library?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean, nobody goes to the library for books, except for the Book Club. You’re in the Computer Club, though, so you couldn’t be going for the computers. So why were you in there?” I asked.

“Because nobody goes to the library for the books,” came a voice from behind me.

I jumped and spun around all at once, my eyes going wide at the sight of him. “P-Principal,” I squeaked.

“Funny that you should be calling him a cocksucker,” the principal said, though he didn’t sound like he found it funny in the least.

I stared at him in silence for several seconds, my face swiftly turning a bright red. I couldn’t tell what I felt more: angry or appalled. “You…You really are a cocksucker!” I blurted out, whirling around to face the other student again, “So that’s how you fucking got the principal to agree to moving the diamond! I can’t believe you!” Before they could respond, I took off at top speed. I heard them both call after and come after me, but years of base-running made it easy to leave the unathletic pair in my dust.

I knew what I felt more now. It wasn’t one or the other, though. It was both together. And together, angry and appalled could equal to only one thing: jealousy. I was definitely jealous. It was stupid of me, but I was sure that’s what I felt. Who was I jealous of, though? That jerk or the principal? Maybe this wasn’t an “either/or” question, either. Maybe I was jealous of both of them. Maybe I was jealous of their relationship. Assuming they had a relationship, that is.

Honestly, I was still clueless. I knew I was jealous, yet I still wasn’t wholly sure how I felt. My own feelings were still a mystery to me. I knew for certain, though, that the only way to figure my feelings out was the figure that boy out. A scary thing to know, when I didn’t even know the name of that boy whom my feelings seemed dependant upon.



“Hey, Xanthe?” the coach said, waving his hand in front of my face to get my attention. Though I was being drawn out of my daze, I wasn’t quite aware of my surroundings yet. That is, until the captain lovingly “poked” me with the bat. Which actually seemed more like he was hitting me with it than poking me.

“Xanthe, answer up when your name is called! We may be off the diamond, but we still can’t be caught off guard!” the captain snapped, giving me a few more good whacks.

“Ow! That really hurts, Etty!” I exclaimed, pushing the bat away.

Redon all at once snatched the bat from the captain, lovingly “poking” him the same way he had done to me. “You hit the ball with the bat, not your teammates!” he exclaimed.

“You’re hitting me, Coach Hypocrite!” the captain exclaimed right back.

“You’re not my teammate, you’re my subordinate. I’ll do to you as I like. And I’ll like to only do kind things to you, unless you go abusing my team like you were just now,” the coach returned. Despite his somewhat threatening words, he returned the bat to Etty’s hands. Turning to me now, Redon swiftly smiled, wanting to show me a less threatening image than he was just now showing the captain. “Now, Xanthe, did you finish those flyers yesterday?” he asked.

Aw crap. “Um, no. I had to go home before they were finished,” I said weakly. I mentally added to myself that I’d left before they were even started.

“Well, then what are you doing here? We need those flyers as soon as possible! Go finish them up and get them printed!” the captain snapped, lovingly butting in.

“Eh? But, captain, we’re in the middle of practice,” I said weakly.

“Yes, and you’re in the middle of a daydream, so you’re not being useful anyways. Now scat before I have to turn my bat on you again. It isn’t abuse if you’re not being of any use. It’s negative reinforcement, which I’m more than happy to use on you,” he growled. As soon as he finished speaking, he began winding up for the hit, and I took off for the library without another second of hesitation or any other form of motivation.



"What do you mean the computers are all down?!" I screamed. Nevermind the fact that I was in the library.

"I mean, somebody uploaded a virus on one and it spread to the rest, killing them all. They're all going to have to be replaced. No computers in the meantime," the librarian responded, not seeming bothered by my loud volume.

"I need to get to a computer, though! It's vital! Not just for me, but for my whole club!" I exclaimed.

"If you really need to use a computer that badly, I'm sure the Computer Club would be glad to lend you time on one of their computers," came a voice not belonging to the librarian.

Very, very slowly I turned around. Yes. It was him. It was both of them, actually. I drew my mouth into a tight line, trying not to lose control anymore than I already had. "...Actually, now that I think about it, I can easily do the work by hand," I said flatly.

"Nonsense. You'll rush right over to the computer lab with Capital here," the principal said, smiling broadly as he patted the computer cocksucker on the shoulder. So his name was Capital, was it?

"You can't make me," I said still flatly. No, I wasn't going to even bother being subtle about this. Not like I had bothered with that thus far.

The principal smirked just slightly, narrowing his eyes even as amusement came to life in them. "Think of it as punishment for yelling in the library," he said. Damnit. He could make me after all.

I stared hard at the principal for a few minutes, and then shifted my hard gaze to the cocksucker. Then, without a word, I stormed off, out of the library and towards the school. The other boy followed after me, likewise keeping silent. We walked silently together, up until we reached the computer lab. When I opened the door and twenty-seven faces looked up at me, I suddenly rediscovered my ability to speak. "No way," I said, taking a step back as I swiftly moved to close the door.

Capital's hand flew out, catching the door before I could close it even halfway. "Yes way," he said, shoving me into the room.

"I don't want to!" I exclaimed, whirling around and shoving back both in retaliation and because he was blocking my escape.

"I don't care!" he exclaimed right back. He shoved me again, then swiftly stepping into the room himself, closing the door and locking it.

"D-Don't lock the door, you computer cocksucker!" I shouted, my voice wavering a little as my fear of the Computer Club returned to me.

"Don't shout at me, you baseball brat," he snapped.

"Don't tell me what you do, you capital ass," I snapped in return.

"Making a name off my name now? That's really unfair," he growled, narrowing his eyes even as he smiled darkly.

"Just because you're not intelligent enough to make a play off my name, that doesn't make it unfair. It just makes me more resourceful than you. Nothing against that in any rulebook," I tossed, smirking as I put my hands on my hips and stuck my nose in the air.

"....Hmph. Fine. I'm not unlocking the door, though," he said after a thoughtful pause.

Before I could reply, there was a loud crash. I spun around, catching sight of a baseball and glass falling to the floor. Perhaps it was simply because I was agitated by the other boy, but I didn't find myself in the same shocked stupor that made everyone else in the room just stare. Striding swiftly over, I snatched up the baseball and went to the broken window, leaning out and looking around. "Etty! You're going to kill somebody, damnit! Aim somewhere aside from the computer lab already!" I shouted as I pitched the baseball at the captain lovingly.

"Wha... Xanthe! What in the world are you doing in the computer lab?!" the captain shouted back. And then it occurred to me what I had done. A swift look around told me that everyone currently out on the grounds was gapping at me in complete and total shock. A stranger in the computer lab. A sports club member in the computer lab, no less.

For some reason, I didn't want the entirety of the school to know how or why I had ended up in such a position. "Uh... Punishment from the principal for all the baseballs you hit through the windows here," I called back.

"What?! Really?! Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Xanthe! I wouldn't have sent you for the ball yesterday if I had known the principal would come down on you!" Etty exclaimed, seeming something other than annoyed for once in his life.

"It's fine! I ain't dead! If I do happen to die, though, cremate me and spread my ashes on the diamond!" I shouted.

"The old diamond or the new diamond?" the coach called now.

"Either or both!" I called back.

"Hey, if you do die, can I have your lucky bat?" called another member of the club. He was consequently hit with a bat by the captain.

"I'll give you a lucky bat, you insensitive jerk!" Etty exclaimed as he lovingly hit the poor boy.

"I'll make sure to take care of Etty for you! Don't worry, he won't go unpunished for getting you in trouble! You will be avenged!" the coach called. He began ushering the club away from the school building now, just in case the principal came along and discovered I wasn't the one hitting baseballs in here after all.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, pulling back in and turning around now. There were twenty eight sets of eyes and twenty-eight pairs of ears that had been watching and listening to the whole exchange. Mayhaps I shouldn't have joked like they were going to kill me. They might actually do so now.

All at once Capital strode over, getting so close and so into my face that I had to lean back out the window to keep him from being right against me. "You...aren't the one who always hits balls through the window?" Capital asked. I shook my head no swiftly. "Why didn't you tell me that the other day?" he asked.

"You wouldn't let me speak!" I exclaimed.

"...Damn. I guess I owe you an apology," he said after a moment.

I couldn't stop from looking completely shocked, nor could I keep from looking pissed off shortly afterwards. "You don't need to bother! I'm not accepting any apology of yours! A pushy, big-mouthed asshole like you shouldn't get the privilege of apologizing, let alone actually being forgiven!" I shouted, all at once leaning forward to force him back.

"Pu—You're the one who is pushy! And big-mouthed, too!" he shouted, shoving me back.

I intended to shout back, but all that escaped me was a squeak as I felt myself falling back. We both reached out at the same time, each grabbing the other's hand. A second squeak escaped me as we both pulled together with all of our strength, slamming full force into each other and falling to the floor in a heap.

There was a pause now as we both tried to collect ourselves. Though I had definitely had the more frightful experience—being the one almost shoved out a window rather than the one doing the shoving—I managed to recover first. With tears in my eyes, I sat up, smacking him right across the face. "ASSHOLE!" I screamed

I jumped up and dashed to the door. Thankfully, I still had much adrenaline rushing through my veins, so my brilliant idea to kick open the door rather than unlock and open it normally was successful. Not so thankfully, while it was a successful move, it still hurt the Hell out of my foot. I was therefore limping as I continued my escape, slowing me down enough that even the unathletic computer cocksucker could catch up with me.

He tackled me and for the second time in sixty seconds we were on the floor together in a heap. And also for the second time in sixty seconds I hit him right across the face. "Get off of me! Get away from me! Capital cocksucker!" I screamed, wriggling like mad to try to get free of him.

"Hold on! Please! I want to talk!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

"No! You want to kill me! First your try to ruin my life, then you try to end it!" I screamed, still struggling.

"I didn't mean to almost push you out the window!" he shouted, refusing to release me.

"You did mean to kiss the principal's ass to get him to move the diamond!" I shouted back.

"I didn't kiss his ass!" he exclaimed.

"Oh! I'm sorry! My bad! I meant sucked his cock!" I screamed.

"I didn't suck his cock!" he exclaimed.

"Bullshit! You had to do something to get him to agree to such an insane thing!" I shouted.

"I did do something! I begged and pleaded and bartered and promised and vowed and swore and did whatever it took to convince my brother to help me out!" he shouted.

I paused now, halting both my struggling and screaming as I stared at him. "...Brother? You're Capital Tilden?" I asked after a long silence.

"Yes. The principal is one of my older brothers," he said.

"...So....what?" I asked.

"What what?" he asked.

"...So what, did you beg and plead and all that other stuff just to ruin my life?! What did I ever do to you that it's worth that much trouble to torment me?! Is it just because of the baseballs being hit through the computer lab windows?! What, you always have to clean up the mess, so you thought you'd get me back by getting big brother to move the damn diamond?!" I shouted, my fury suddenly flaring up again.

"No! That's not it at all!" he said quickly.

"Then fess up!" I shouted, narrowing my eyes at him. My glare died before it truly came to life, though. A blush came to his face, making my eyes go wide in surprise.

"...That's just it. I need to confess," he said softly.

"You—I—...Oh....Oh my God," I whispered.

"...I...while I do always have to clean up the mess from the broken windows, that has nothing to do with why I asked my brother to move the field. After you came looking for the baseball... I'd never seen you before then. You were never sent to fetch the ball before. I couldn't help..." he trailed off, his blush spreading and darkening.

"If you stop there, I'm going to get my lucky bat and beat you with it," I growled.

He stopped, staring at me with surprise for a second. Then, without warning, he swiftly leaned up and pressed his lips to mine. I let out my third squeak of the hour, jolting from the shock of the kiss...but still returning it, allowing my eyes to drift closed after I saw his did. He finally released me, but only so he could pull himself higher up to easier kiss me. As he slid himself up, his hands also slid up, sliding underneath my shirt. I bit my lip at the touch to keep from squeaking a fourth time. I ended up squeaking after all, though, as his tongue flicked out across the lip I bit.

"Capital,...stop..." I whispered, my eyes fluttering open as I blushed.

"Why?" he murmured, not stopping his hands from sliding up further.

"Because we're in the middle of the hallway and we attracted a crowd by screaming and shouting about cock-sucking?" I asked.

He stopped quite suddenly, opening his eyes, lifting his head, and looking around. "...Damn. My brother is going to kill me. This was supposed to be an undercover operation," he said.

"Shouldn't have shouted, then," I said.

"We can still make it an undercover operation of another kind," he purred, turning his eyes back to me as he arched a suggestive eyebrow.

"Wh—You—I'm not sleeping with you! I'm still pissed off about you getting the diamond moved! You haven't explained that yet!" I shouted.

"Oh. Right. Well, I did that because I wanted the field to be closer, that way I could see you more. The only reason I've never seen you before is because the field is too far away. So I figured if the field was closer, I could see you," he said.

"...You're having an entire baseball field moved because you want to see me," I said flatly, staring at him like one of us was the biggest idiot in the world. Here's a hint: I didn't feel I was being particularly idiotic.

"Yes," he said.

"Did it never occur to you to ask me out?" I asked. He stared at me stupidly, proving he was the biggest idiot in the world. "Okay. Let's try this: Did it never occur to you that even more baseballs would be hit through the computer lab windows?" I asked.

"Actually, it did. I was figuring that if I played my cards right, I could get you to become the ball boy and have to come fetch the baseball every time it was hit through a window," he said.

Now my "you're a big idiot" stare turned an "you're an evil mastermind" stare. "....You... Good God, man," I said, unable to quite put my surprise into words.

"Yeah. I know. I understand. I'm not done yet, though, so hold that thought," he said, offering up a weak smile. I feared what else he had done, but silently waited for him to go on. "....That... How to say this.... I owe the school new computers," he said.

"You killed the computers in the library?!" I shouted in shock.

"Yeah," he said, nodding his head as he continued smiling weakly.

"H-How could you even know I needed to use them?!" I exclaimed.

"Well, you were headed to the library the other day, and you yourself said nobody goes to the library for books..." he said slowly.

I stared at him for several beats now, trying very hard to understand him. "...You move a baseball diamond...and kill thirty computers...just so you can see me... I swear to God, I just can't understand how you computer geeks think," I sighed.

"Are you mad?" he asked.

"Funny you should ask that," I said, not looking the least bit amused.

"How's it funny?" he asked.

"I was just wondering the same thing about y—Oh my God! That's why the principal said that!" I blurted out.

"....The cocksucker thing, you mean? Yeeeah, he thought it was a suitable nickname when I told him I was causing all this trouble over another guy," Capital said, giving off a laugh as weak as his smile.

Now blushing madly, I looked away swiftly. "Er...I...I guess I owe you an apology....for suggesting that you were doing those things with your own brother...even if I didn't know he was your brother at the time..." I sort of muttered.

"It's okay. I owe you an apology for nearly ruining and nearly ending your life. And I also owe you a new shirt, because you seemed to have ripped the back of yours when I was pushing you against and out the window," he said.

I pushed myself up with my elbows now, looking over my shoulder and down my back. Sure enough, there was a nice sized rip in the back, which his hand was currently sticking out of. I'd forgotten he was groping me.

"Damnit! Hands to yourself! I'm not some keyboard you can just put your hands all over!" I exclaimed.

"If he won't let you type on his keyboard, try double-clicking his mouse!" shouted one of the audience—er, crowd. Undoubtedly a member of the Computer Club.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, the blush that had only just died lighting up again.

"Forget about mouses and keyboards! Go for home plate!" shouted a very familiar voice. I turned my head sharply and swiftly, seeing that the members of my club were also present.

"Oh my GOD!" I shouted, shoving Capital off of me only now.

"What? You're not going to run the program?" asked one of the Computer Club.

"What? You're not going to run the bases?" asked a member of the Baseball Club.

"This isn't a peepshow, you bastards! If you want to watch a play, go bother the Drama Club! The second I get off the floor, I'm getting my bat and taking it to anyone within sight!" I screamed. Less than ten seconds later, Capital and I were alone in the hallway.

Capital took advantage of the fact to pounce on me again, immediately resuming his groping. "Kn-Knock it off. We're still in school," I said, shoving less purposefully at him.

"If we go home, do we get to go to home plate?" he asked.

"It's the middle of the day," I said.

"....I have already moved a baseball diamond and murdered computers for you. You think skipping the rest of school is beyond my capability?" he asked.

Silence ensued for many minutes as I stared at him now, thinking very hard about this. "Since the game is over, can't we take our time going around the bases?" I asked softly.

"....Okay. No home plate. And maybe not even third base. But I'm not stopping short of shortstop," he said.

"...What's shortstop?" I asked.

"Come home with me right now and I'll teach you the position," he purred.

"...But...I have...flyers to do..." I mumbled.

"I'm sure either your captain or your coach will take care of that," he said simply. I blushed softly, nodding my head slowly. He swiftly stood, pulling me into a kiss as he pulled me up with him.

"Hey, batter batter! Swing, batter batter! Swing!" called out a taunting voice.

"Goddamnit! I wasn't kidding about beating you peeping toms with my bat!" I shouted as I whirled around. My flaring up anger fizzled as I froze upon seeing who it was. "P-Principal," I stuttered weakly.

Capital wasn't so bothered by it being the principal, mostly because he was annoyed by it being his brother. "Burnie, I know I owe you a lot, but I will kill you if you kill the mood. Don't even think about rushing home after us so you can "accidentally" barge in. And don't send Con or anyone else to barge in for you," he growled.

The principal just smiled, waved, and walked off. The second his brother was gone, Capital turned me right back around to face him. "I know this is jumping to the end of the season when we're not even at home plate, but I have to say this now: If we marry, you are going to have numerous and nutty brother-in-laws," he said, looking and sounding dead serious.

I laughed weakly, trying very hard not to take his words to heart. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but question his statement. "Er...Does that mean you would marry me?" I asked.

"...If we get married now, can I go straight to home plate?" he asked.

"....You asshole," I growled, glaring as I shoved away from him.

He laughed loudly, grabbing me and pulling me close again. "I'm kidding! I'm certainly not going to wait until we get married to go to home plate. Besides, we already agreed not to go there today, so we couldn't possibly get married before tomorrow," he said, smiling brightly.

"You really are mad," I muttered, losing my glare but still managing to scowl, though I had to look away to keep that much up.

"Mad in love with you," he purred.

"I must be mad, too, to love you back," I muttered. He just smiled, kindly tugging me off down the hallway now.
Started the other day in a rush before bed, and finished just now during work. I am currently lacking in sleep and and drunk on Pepsi. Therefore, I will edit this when I am sane.

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LO FREAKING L. The part where they were in the hallway was hilarious when there was a crowd