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She denied it.

one

Warning: Extreme OOCness.

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"One, two, three, four, five…"

As the girl counted her steps aloud, she left perfectly aligned footsteps etched within the white, fluffy snow. Little snowpeople waved with expressionless, coal eyes with a limp scarf or two blowing in the chilly wind next to little angels imprinted atop of the hidden sidewalk. The weather was a good five degrees and the white droplets of frozen water sparkled like diamonds under the small light penetrating through the heavy clouds; it was simply beautiful.

But Olette wasn't interested in snow. No, they made her cold and wet. Her eyes were narrowed and boring holes into her boots, concentrating on her counting. Each number tumbled out of her lips, synchronized with her careful steps.

"…ten, eleven, twelve."

Olette smiled as she glanced up and saw the bus stop standing in front of her. Perfect.

She cautiously sat on the stiff, cold bench and placed her navy blue school bag to her side. She pried it open and quickly thumbed through her assignments, double-checking, triple-checking, quadruple-checking that everything was in there. Olette then took out her agenda and slid her finger down the list, making sure she had completed all the work and had marked it with a red checkmark. Finally satisfied, she let out a deep breath and put her agenda back into her bag. As if this was the cue, the large, yellow bus pulled in and hissed open in front of her.

"Good morning, Olette."

Olette smiled and nodded politely to the beaming bus driver.

"Good morning, cold today."

The bus driver nodded.

"Yeah, it sure is."

"Yes, it is cold today," Olette said again.

The bus started to rumble back onto the slick road as Olette sluggishly made her way to the back seat, where it was least crowded. In her opinion, the bus was too loud for her.

She settled herself down and opened her bag again. Was everything in there?

Olette double-checked through its contents and opened the agenda once more…

…what?

The girl's eyes widened as she checked through her P.E. folder again. Why wasn't there anything in it? Trying not to panic, she flipped her agenda open. 'No P.E. homework.' Biting her lower lip, she looked up and scanned the bus.

There was Seifer, Hayner, Pence…

…and Roxas.

He was in her P.E. class.

Olette timidly reached out her hand and lightly tapped the blonde on the shoulder.

"Hey, did we have homework for P.E.?"

Roxas turned back and raised a brow that clearly said "why are you even talking to me, you freak?"

The girl was obviously oblivious to that.

"What?"

"Did we have homework for P.E.?" she repeated.

"Why would we have homework for P.E.?" he asked as he turned back around to stare out the fogged up window.

Olette blinked at the boy's rudeness and shook her head. He hadn't answered her question. She tapped the boy's arm again.

He turned back, not bothering to cover his annoyance.

"What?"

"Did we have homework for P.E.?" Olette asked slowly.

"I just answered you! Just leave me alone, ok?"

The brunette frowned. What was so interesting about staring at a fogged up window? She didn't find it all that interesting. I mean, it was just white, and the town already had enough of that.

Irritated herself, Olette hit Roxas on the arm.

"Ow. What the-" Roxas turned back and his eyes flashed with anger and ignorance. He let out a sigh of exasperation and gritted his teeth.

"Did we have homework for P.E.?"

"NO! I already said that! NO, NO, NO!" Roxas shouted.

The chattering and laughing immediately stopped as Roxas's last 'no' filled up the vehicle.

The blonde stared at his schoolmates and a synthetic smile tugged at his lips. He let out a deliberate laugh as a tinge of red crawled through his cheeks. Roxas sunk deep into his seat and didn't look back at the brunette sitting behind him.

How he hated her and her obsession.

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"Hey, Sora!"

The brunette turned around to see his blond-headed cousin sprint his way down the hall. He waited for him to catch up and raised a brow when he saw that Roxas's eyes were filled with despair and he was covered in snow from head to toe.

"What's up?" Sora asked, looking at him.

Roxas shook his head in disbelief.

"My, gosh. You know that Olette girl?" he panted.

Of course he knew her. Who wouldn't know the famous I-talk-to-myself girl?

"She is such a pain in the neck."

Sora smirked as he made his way through the thick crowd of students. Roxas followed him while complaining his mouth off.

"Dude, I hate her. She was checking her bag throughout the whole bus ride and asked me three times about whether or not we had homework for P.E. Why the heck would we have homework in P.E.?!"

Sora merely shrugged, receiving a fuming glare from his cousin.

"And when we were getting off the bus, she tried squeezing out before me and made me fall!"

Sora merely nodded.

"Well, say something."

The brunette gave him another shrug, which sent Roxas into another fit.

"Oh, my gosh. Wouldn't you be heck-a pissed too if you were stared at like some freak yelling "NO, NO, NO?!" and then falling face first onto the snow?!"

Sora laughed.

"You do that all the time, Roxas."

"Man, you suck."

"I love you too, man."

The two split as Sora made his way to geometry and Roxas dragged his feet to the boys' locker room.

He gave Olette his infamous "evil glare" throughout the entire period. He got even more annoyed when he missed the last shot due to Olette standing so close to him. Even during passing period, he didn't fail to shot her one of his mean looks. Sora obviously noticed this and shook his head.

"You're so immature."

The blonde's shoulders sagged as he opened his locker. He never bothered to lock it.

"Shut up."

Roxas pulled out his health binder and slammed his locker shut. As it let out a loud bang, a loud scream between a squeak and a sneeze reached his ears. Wincing, he turned around to see Olette digging through her pocket for a tissue. Her emerald eyes were too busy searching through her pocket to notice Roxas. It was surprising that she couldn't feel the boy's cold aura filled with pure enmity.

Sora noticed and nudged his cousin.

"Let's get to class," he said as he pulled him towards their next class together.

Roxas tore his eyes off the girl and briefly nodded.

"Yeah."

The cousins made their separate ways in the small classroom and sat in their seats. The teacher was too busy reading her romance novel to shut up the class as the bell rang above her head.

Olette was late, as usual, for she was obviously digging through her locker, which was stuffed with soap, hand-sanitizers, tissue, and watches.

"I am so sorry, ma'am," Olette gasped as she quickly sat on her chair next to the door.

The English teacher shook her head, her eyes not leaving the fine print of the pages.

"No, not her. That cheap bastard," she mumbled.

The class fell silent.

As if the silence was able to reach through the teacher's brain, she jolted up and let out a small squeak. Embarrassed, she snapped her book shut and gained her posture, standing up.

"Good morning, class. As you can see, winter break is nearing. So," the teacher had a wide grin at this point. "as a holiday gift, I shall let you have partners for your final project! Isn't that just dandy?"

A couple of the kids forced a smile.

"But, as a gift from you to me, I shall choose the teams because you guys give me a headache whenever you come up with your own creative groups."

Roxas grinned; she always assigned the groups in alphabetical order. The blonde turned back in his seat to acknowledge his cousin, for they shared the same surname; Wataya.

All the kids already knew who their partner, but there was confusion when she got to the letter N.

"Oh yeah, it's because of that new girl," people murmured.

Roxas frowned. That meant he was going to be with…

"Olette," the teacher smiled. "Your partner will be Roxas."

The blonde's face fell. His bubble of hatred finally exploded, leaving him thoughtless and emotionless. He stared at Olette with blank eyes. He couldn't feel the usual electrifying hatred.

Ha, ha, I think I cracked.

"And finally, Sora and Selphie."

The teacher ordered each student to switch seats and sit next to their partner, for she was giving them time to start on their project in class from the "kindness of her heart." Roxas just wanted to make her shut up already.

Roxas slouched onto his seat as Olette tentatively walked over to the side of his desk.

"Hi, Roxas Wataya. My name is Olette Takahashi."

"Um, you're kinda in my class. I already know what your name is."

Olette nodded.

"Yep, that's why we're partners, too." Olette flashed one of her rare smiles and quickly went back to counting something in her head.

Roxas stared at her for a moment, then shook his head as he straightened up in his seat when the teacher walked by, scrutinizing everybody with her hawk-like eyes.

"Anyway, what are we supposed to be doing?" Roxas asked.

Olette looked over Roxas with her large, emerald eyes.

"We are in an English class. That means we must be doing something that has to do with English," she enunciated each word with abnormal accuracy. She repeated this to herself three times, avoiding Roxas's gaze.

"Weird," Roxas mumbled.

Sora turned from his seat and glanced back at his cousin. He smirked when he realized that Roxas was plain tuckered out to be mad at Olette for no reason anymore. Shaking his head, he turned back to Selphie and jotted down the ideas she was spilling on a piece of notebook paper.

"Here, let me help you before you hurt yourself," Roxas offered.

He grabbed the sheet of paper the teacher had swiftly passed out and scanned the list. Olette slowly peered over his shoulder, her eyes blank.

"I've read all of those precisely three times each," she mumbled.

Roxas's eyes widened and stared at her.

"What?! Why the heck would you do that?"

"Well, I felt like I forgot the stories, so I had to read them over and stuff…" Olette trailed off and was soon in her own world of counting to herself.

"Olette? What grade do you have in this class?"

The blonde was surprised when she said, "A seventy-five point two percent."

Olette faced Roxas. "I never finish any of her tests. English literature…" she sighed, "all the multiple choice questions make sense and fit. It's so hard to choose. And her essay questions require at least a two page response."

"You are one sad, little girl," Roxas mumbled.

He scanned through the list again.

Most of them were written by Shakespeare, and Roxas was pretty sure nobody understood what he said half the time in his plays. The blonde skipped the classic as well; they were too mushy for his taste.

His eyes finally landed on Fahrenheit 451, written by Ray Bradbury. It seemed pretty interesting.

"Olette, let's do Fahrenheit 451, 'k?"

The girl nodded. Roxas just noticed that she had a notebook with her and was writing down every word he was saying. He stared at her.

"Do you always do this?"

Olette scrawled "Do you always do this?" on her notebook before answering.

"Only when it's important," she said flatly.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell finally rang. Olette was out before the others could crush her while Roxas stayed behind for Sora.

"So, how's your partner?" Sora asked, trying to hide the fact that he was teasing him.

Roxas rolled his blue orbs and stared down at the floor.

"She's so weird," he replied, "and hopeless."

Sora raised his brow. "Oh?"

"It's like, she's obsessed with everything she does. I don't understand it. Do you think it's some kind of disease?"

Roxas's cousin shrugged.

"Who knows? But that's not for you to worry about, Roxas. You hate her, remember?"

The blonde looked taken aback.

"I never said that…"

It sounded more like "Did I really say that?"

Roxas shook his head as he heard the familiar voice counting invisible numbers behind him.