You always had a thing for bad boys. Ok, maybe not BAD boys, but something about the way some guys walk and talk and dress…you could never resist it. That's why when you were a freshman at Destiny High, and you saw that spiky red hair, you knew that you wanted him. The first day of school, he wore red skinny jeans (with rips I might add), a grey wife beater under a black zip-up hoodie, and yellow high tops. Not to mention the gloves that stopped at the fingertips and the dog collar around his neck. Eccentric? A little. Your friends' type? Definitely not. But to you? Perfect. Later you would have to see if he was in any of your classes. For now, however, you were contempt to staring at him with your (e/c) eyes.
Homeroom was uneventful, especially because he wasn't there. The bell rang and you began heading to your next class. That's when you spotted him. His homeroom was just a few rooms down the hall from yours. If you tried to you could easily catch up to him. But unfortunately, your personality didn't allow you to simply waltz right up to people and strike up a conversation. Once you got to know people, you were very outgoing, but with strangers…not a chance. Just as you began fantasizing your first conversation with him, the PA system came on.
"Axel Ryder, please report down to the office. Axel Ryder."
As you looked back to your spiky haired crush, he threw his arms in the air ad fell to his knees…obviously trying to get everyone's full attention.
"What the hell!" he shouted. "My first freaking day as a senior and they're already getting on my case!"
Everyone else started cracking up, knowing that Axel would get called down eventually, but you just stood there in shock. He was a senior? All your fantasies floated out the window, and you continued to your next class.
Gym classs, last period, favorite class. Depending on which elective you chose, you could get mixed in with different grades, some classes with all four. Your class actually consisted of freshman, sophomores, and seniors. It was a small class, so you got to know everyone's name. There were the sophomores: Roxas, Xion, Zexion, Ventus, Vanitas, Sora, and Kairi. And then the seniors: Saϊx, Demyx, and Riku. Oh, and Axel, of course. Why else would it be your favorite class? And, believe it or not, you were the only freshman. You did have others in your class before, but they all switched into their friends' classes before the school year even started. Not that you minded, everyone seemed nice enough…especially Sora. As soon as he realized you were the only freshman, he bounced right over to you.
"Hi! My name's Sora. I noticed you were the only freshman. Do you have any friends in this class? Or did you? They may have switched out. Do you want to switch out? I wouldn't. Everyone here is really nice! Well, maybe not everyone. Almost eve-"
You just stood there the whole time, your eyes getting wider with every sentence he seemed to squeeze out. Finally, Riku strolled over and threw his hand over Sora's face.
"Sora, maybe f you gave her a second to answer, you two could have a nice conversation," Riku huffed. Then, clearing his throat, he turned toward you. "Sorry about Sora. I still haven't been able to find the off switch on him. Once you get to know him, though, he's only slightly annoying."
At that point, Sora had had enough, and he dragged Riku over to the wrestling mat so he could, safely, destroy him. Glancing over at Axel, you thought you caught a glimpse of something on his pants. That is, until Mr. Leon came into your line of view.
"Hi there, you must be the lone freshman in my class. Unfortunately, I recognize all the other…wonderful students in this class, so I must know them. Anyway, considering today the first day, I won't make the class change into gym clothes. Instead, if you could go grab two little balls in there, we can play a quick game of capture the flag before school ends." As he finished, he pointed at a door to the other side of the gym. You gave him a quick salute, and began to jog over there.
Looking around, you realized that getting the balls wouldn't be as easy as you thought. 'Who puts tennis balls on the top shelf?' you thought to yourself. 'Well, actually, I think most people do…' Having a conversation with yourself wasn't helping you retrieve the balls, so you glanced sround to see if there was a step stool. 'Nope, guess not. Silly me, thinking there was a stool in a supply closet. Guess there's only one thing left to do.' Nodding to yourself, you began to climb on the bottom shelf so that you could reach the top.
You wish you could've said you almost had it, but you weren't even close when you began to slip. In a fleeting moment, just before you fell, you thought to yourself, 'There were dirty shirts under me, weren't there…' The next moment, you were covered by not just those, but also miscellaneous balls and equipment. You sighed, and then you heard the door open.
"Hey, fresh-meat, Squall sent me to help y-." The voice stopped suddenly when they saw you. You looked over to them, every inch of your face showing depression and embarrassment. Seeing his expression of shock, you flashed a big smile at him, and then tried to get up.
'Of course it would be the one guy I already feel like an idiot in front of, without falling into gross gym stuff,' you thought to yourself as you also tried to ponder what Axel must think of you now. That's when you saw a hand stick out in front of you. You looked up, finding those emerald eyes looking softly at you.
"Come on, let me help you up. What were you thinking anyway, trying to climb the shelf? If you waited two more seconds, I could've helped you," Axel said, finally releasing you from the cage of smelly equipment and clothes.
"Ya, ya. Thanks Axel," you said as you bent down to wipe your pants. And that's when you noticed Axel's pants. You began laughing so hard, you were afraid you might fall over again. Tears started streaming down your face as Axel yelled.
"I just helped you up and didn't even laugh at you, and now you're laughing your freaking face off at me! What gives!?"
You took a couple more seconds and composed yourself. Finally, you looked the red-head right in the eyes and said, "Is that why you got called down to the office?" Seeing the confusion in his eyes, you pointed at his pants. As you recalled, they were ripped jeans. Apparently, that goes against the school dress code, so the office had Axel put duct tape over all the rips in his jeans. You don't know how you didn't notice it before.
He looked down and giggled a little to himself, his face softening. "Ya, freaking teachers will find anything to make my life miserable." You both laughed a little more, and then walked out to the gym (after Axel got the balls, of course). Just before making it back to the class, Axel gave you a little push. You looked at him, and saw a smug smirk on his face. "You're not half-bad kid. Y'know, for a freshman."
"Gee, thanks Axel," you responded.
"Did I sense a hint of sarcasm in that?" he asked, his smile growing.
"No, not at all! I have no idea what you're talking about!" you replied, using as much sarcasm as possible. The feisty senior pushed you again, this time running off to the class, laughing the whole way.
'This should be an interesting year,' you thought, smiling huge and running after your crush.