Chapter One
Hi, everyone! This is my first AkuRoku fanfiction and I'm really excited about it because they're my OTP, honestly! I'm also excited because me and my best friend PrinceProImages and I are writing this together! In case you're wondering, we'll be alternating every other chapter! So on behalf of both of us, thanks so much for reading and please review! :3
When most people think about boarding school, they don't usually think good things...but for me, it wasn't just "not good," it was horrible. Being without any parents of any kind sort of leaves you without many options of where to go. So, without anywhere else to go, I was sent off here. After everything I've been through, being alone in this school was actually a little welcomed. Though I never had a problem with being alone, this school was major snob material. A breeding ground for the rich and snooty.
Even though the students around here really all seemed to have a strong sense of "community" and "friendship," I was never one to be into those things. I guess, with the little trust I have in others, I keep to myself. Lucky for me, the dorms here are strictly one person per room. With that being the case, my everyday was just sitting in my room, doing homework with really loud headphones in. Why really loud? Well, my neighbor was never really a quiet person. Since we share a wall, I tend to hear everything…
"The Playboy Nextdoor," I always called him. Sometimes it was romantic words, sometimes it as screaming and fighting. I never understood a lifestyle like that, and to be honest, whenever things next door would act up, I would thank God that I wasn't like that. It really made me like being alone.
This particular day, I sat on my bed, laying on my stomach with my laptop open and my thick headphones on, blasting my favorite song, "7 Years," By Lukas Graham. While I tried to figure out my chemistry homework, thumping my pencil on my notebook, I heard it again, even through my super noise blocking headphones.
Hearing the subtle sound of screaming through my headphones, I slid them off, sitting up on my knees on the bed. Still not hearing it quite right, I leaned closely to the wall, pressing my ear against it.
"I told you not to do that!" The voice screamed from the other side of the wall.
My eyebrows furrowed, my lips twisting a bit. Just what was going on over there?
"I couldn't help it." The other voice screamed back, clearly belonging to another male.
"Come on," The first voice raised to an even louder pitch. "You're usually so good at holding out on me!"
My eyes squinted, my brows continuing to furrow. What the heck? This is just giving me more questions and no answers.
"It's your fault!" The voice softened a bit, seemingly embarrassed. "You know that when you do that, it always makes it hard for me to hold out like that…"
A distinct growl of frustration was heard from the other guy as things settled down for a moment. Nevertheless, I remained with my ear pressed hard against the wall.
After what felt like a few minutes of silence, the same voice spoke up again, sounding less angry and more determined, "Well, you can still fix this for me."
After that, no response was heard. I waited for a little while, before relaxing back into a slouched position on the bed, my face still utterly twisted in confusion.
Just as I was about to give up, a loud banging against my wall startled me out of my thinking trance. A squealed and fell off my bed onto my shag carpet, my face flushing red. The banging continued against my wall as I tried to sit myself up on my bed again.
They...they must have heard me listening maybe?
If they're trying to scare me, they're going a little overboard, hitting the wall like this continuously…
My face flooding red with a now embarrassed frustration, I growled out of my chest, "I GOT IT, ALREADY!"
As the pounding ceased, I stood straight to my feet, feeling my chest poke out a bit in victory.
Just when I felt I had won this battle, two stifled laughing voices could be heard through the drywall, before the pounding continued, even faster and harder than before.
I groaned, flopping down on my bed and trying to cover my face with the pillow. I've totally made a fool of myself...They won the battle and they totally heard what a loser I was trying to stand up for myself…
After warring with myself for awhile, I finally decided that the best way to calm my beating heart and my racing mind was to just be alone and in isolation in a nice warm shower that I can just drift away in.
Shaking my head, trying to rid myself of any sort of expression, I grabbed my shower caddy and towel, and a change of clothes, because I don't like to change in front of people, or walk out in a towel, because that's just embarrassing, I took a nervous step into the hallway, trying to make it seem on the outside that I'm not as annoyed as I am on the inside.
I put my hand on the doorknob, and pushed it out, closing the door behind me. Walking down the hall, towards the showers, I did what I always did. I kept my eyes glued to my feet, carefully watching each step I made, careful not to look anyone in the eye as I walked by.
Though, this time, my way of avoiding people seemed to backfire.
I felt a hard thud against something that felt almost like a brick wall. The sudden force caused me to fall right to the ground, landing on my butt.
"FUck," I shouted, as I landed on the ground, my voice shaking with the impact.
I looked up, ready to yell at the person in my way when I saw striking red hair that distracted me.
"You okay, Blondie?"