A/N: Hello there!:D
This is my first fanfic EVA, and it's AkuRoku because cliché is the stuff xD.
Please give me a chance. You don't have to review, but it would give me a fuzzy feeling inside :3 Also, refrain from being too rough if you do. I tend to get emotional. : P
Warnings: Boys love, angsty teenagers and bad language .Yeah, sorry for cussing so much.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my decaying brain cells and a sexy, sexy cat. –wink-
On with da story~
Chapter 1: It ain't the Money, and it's sure as Hell ain't just for the Fame.
I blinked a few times, silently awakening and getting off my bed.
Here comes my first day at a new school, in a new town. Oh joy.
I shuffled around my bed, looking for my cellphone fruitlessly, until I realized where I had left it the previous night. Rubbing my eyes in attempt to feel slightly more awake, I turned toward my living room.
As expected, the living room was lifeless. How ironic. I glanced at the coffee table, seeing an empty cup of coffee standing on it, signaling that my father had returned home last night and left early for work. Real nice he let me know. I huffed.
I glanced around the room once again until I caught sight of my beloved cat, Shadowmere. Surely enough, between his teeth was my sleek black and white cellphone- or at least what remained of it- a disgusting piece of plastic covered in slime. Yummy.
I shoot an evil glare towards the feline. "Shadowmere, you vicious beast." My comment was answered with a weak "mrow". I grabbed into Shadow's black fur and our eyes locked in a stare-off. Not blinking once, my blue eyes didn't waver, neither did his piercing yellow irises. That is, until I made a growl-like noise in the back of my throat, making him spit out the remains of my cellphone. It was wet and looked positively disgusting. Gross.
I will have father buy me a new one. What a loss.
Sighing, I headed to the bathroom to continue my Morning Routine of Doom, grumbling with each step taken.
Looking at the reflection on the mirror, I saw an absolutely disheveled version of myself. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, resulting with me looking less zombie-ish.
Done with that, I headed back to my room to get dressed.
I opened my closet and threw some random clothing articles on my bed, not actually giving a crap. I looked at what my genius body picked subconsciously, and shrugged.
I pulled a pair of black jeans on my legs, followed by some red t-shirt. I threw on my black jacket. I spiked my gorgeous hair in a somewhat lazy manner, still getting a hella sexy result. With that done, I rummaged through my drawer until I found what I was looking for. I took out my good-luck chain and bracelet. Both were presents from Sora. I slid my finger along the crown-shaped amulet hanging from my chain, and adjusted the black and white checkered bracelet. I glanced at the mirror and frowned. I looked emo. A sexy emo boy, but emo nonetheless. I messed my hair a bit and brushed it down, and took off my lip piercing. That's better. I'm not emo.
I took a pair of grandpa-rimmed glasses with a fake thick glass. Now I looked like a nerd. My eyes couldn't be seen through the thick plastic. This made me look extremely boring and geeky, the kind that gets algebra books for Christmas. Goody goody. I smirked. I wouldn't draw any attention like this. People who heard of the transfer student will soon get bored and disappointed, and possibly label me "Wedgie Material" . Oh well.
Before leaving the house, I made sure that I hadn't forgotten anything.
School supplies - check.
House keys- check.
Wallet – check.
Cellphone-
I was searching my ass pocket frantically when I remembered it's cruel fate- thanks to Shadowmere. Little prick. Swinging my backpack strap on my shoulder, I slipped into my shoes. I sighed as I locked the door. Might as well just get this day over with.
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As I expected, people weren't paying much attention to me. Perfect. Still, I could hear people snickering around me as I passed by. I'm sure it was either about my hair or the glasses.
The walk to school was extremely boring, even with the music blasting through my headphones. Tomorrow I'll drive to school. This walk is agonizing.
After a few more minutes of walking and listening to Good Charlotte's "Keep Your Hands Off my Girl", I could finally see the school gates. I looked at the sign reading Hollow Bastion High. I didn't waste time and went inside the minute I passed through the gates.
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I knocked on the door with curved silver letters that read "Principal's Office".
Tapping my foot against the tiled floor, I waited for a few seconds before hearing an annoyed woman's voice. "Come in." I stepped inside to see the secretary popping a bubble gum in her mouth. Rude bitch.
She gave me an uninterested look before examining her manicured nails. Her all aura shouted MEGA BITCH. Bleached hair, a fake tan, a bunch of caked on makeup, fake boobs, and a HIDEOUS neon pink outfit. "Yeah?" , she cackled. Her voice stopped my thoughts.
"I'm the transfer student", I said coolly.
She typed something on her computer, making quick clacking sounds.
"Roxas Dobrovskay?" , she asked.
"Actually, it's pronounced Dobrov-skee", I corrected.
"Whatever."
Rude. Fucking. Bitch.
Could anyone even pronounce that from the first try? Excuse me for having a Russian-originated last name. Sheesh.
"Alright than, Roxas Dobrov-SKEEE." , she said mockingly. "It seems that you have a form to fill."
"How so?" , I cocked a brow, getting annoyed by the minute. I was sure my father took care of all that jazz.
"Just answer a few questions and I'll fill it in my computer.", She said impatiently.
"Alright."
"Name and last name?"
"Roxas Dobrovsky." Is she that stupid? She knew my name a minute ago.
"Address?"
I looked down at the piece of folded paper that my father gave me and read: "Twilight Town, Destiny Boulevard 17"
"Female or male?"
I glared at hear, my eye twitching and my fingers fidgeting. She's getting on my kill list.
Not hearing an answer, she looked up from her computer . "Well?", she raised an eyebrow.
"Male." I answered through gritted teeth.
She glanced at her computer again when her expression changed.
"Oopsie doopsie", she started. Oh god why? "It seems that someone DID fill your form. My mistake.", she said with no apparent remorse for her evil deeds.
Biting my lower lip so that I wouldn't bite her to death, I face-palmed. Better than biting to death: I'd rather rip her manicured hand off and shove it down her throat and hear her muffled screams of agony, all while I'm laughing my lungs off. Or I could feed her to Shadowmere. That'd also work just fine.
Putting my plans to a halt, a tall, tan guy with long silver hair came through the door.
"Please excuse Emma, she's in a bad mood today", he said, nodding said bitch's way.
"Oh, I'm the principal, Xemnas!" , he smiled warmly and offered me a handshake.
Shaking his hand, I nodded and introduced myself. "Roxas. Pleased to meet you." I gave my own smile, though less enthusiastic than his. He eyed me for a few more seconds, his smile still in place. It sent shivers down my spine.
"Emma, please hand Roxas his schedule. We wouldn't want him to miss anything important on his first day, now, would we?", he looked her way when she simply shrugged.
After I was handed my schedule, Mr. Xemnas wished me good like and I headed out of the office. Sliding the glasses back to place, I looked at my schedule and shrugged.
First period (as I already missed homeroom thanks to Emma): Chemistry.
I headed toward the appointed room. Reaching the door, I turned the knob and pushed it open. I looked around at the bored teens ,who were probably wishing they were home, finding creative ways to destroy brain cells.
After several seconds, all eyes were on me. I shifted my weigh from one foot to the other.
"HEEEY SHORTY!", I looked at the offender. Crimson locks spiked back, two upside-tear-shaped tattoos under his eyes. Just some punk.
Then he spoke his next words of wisdom. "This is 11th class. Middle school is across the street." At his highly intelligent remark, some people started snickering, when others lost interest. My eye twitched , though it wasn't visible because of the glasses.
"Axel.", the teacher said with a warning tone, sending a glare his way.
Axel, huh? That's funny. His name's Axel and he's an Asshole. Sounds legit.
I looked at the teacher. Long blonde hair, a lab coat and safety goggles. He had some kind of a worn out suitcase on his table. Creepy.
"Hello, you must be the transfer student!" . I nodded briefly.
He glanced at a little piece of paper that was thrown on his mess of a desk.
"Roxas Dobrovsky… is that right?". I nodded again. "I'm Vexen, the chemistry teacher."
Finally someone who pronounces my last name right.
"Take one of the available seats." Tragically enough, the only seats available were the front seat, or the seat in the farthest corner of the class, next to the redhead. I decided on the latter.
Dropping my backpack on the floor, I took out an empty notebook and a pen.
Silently, I started working on the assignment given by Mr. Vexen. I was focusing on it, with my pen quickly scribbling the answers. That is, until my train of thoughts was disturbed by something hitting my head.
I let out an annoyed sigh, turning my head slightly to the redhead, Axel. Dumb attention whore.
"Hey, four eyes!"
I didn't answer, as I continued working on the assignment.
To my dismay, he was persistent.
"Four eyes, I'm talking to you." He said. I could hear the change in his tone: he went from playful to slightly pissed. Hold your panties. Stupid punk.
"Are you both blind and a mute?"
I could hear the anger peeking through.
"Fucktard." I didn't flinch as I easily dodged the textbook he threw my way.
At that, I could hear him growl, as he was going to say something, but before he could, the bell rung and cut him off. I used the river of students spilling out of the room as a cover. I quickly took my backpack and got out of class.
Goddammit. What an annoying bitch. I could easily take him on, as some ass-whooping was inevitable. Even so, I avoided troubles and unnecessary attention as much as possible.
Looking at my schedule, I saw that my next class was art. Oh well.
Heading to the assigned room I was greeted with more new faces, though they seemed completely uninterested. And no redhead in sight, excluding some girl with an annoying high-pitched voice.
The class wasn't really eventful, we were asked to draw a sketch of our partners' portrait. The teacher was weird though. He was pretty silent with long black hair and red eyes. He also had this flamboyant outfit thing going on. He looked extremely melancholic for some reason. His name is Mr. Vincent. Just like Vincent Van Gogh. Lolz.
I ended up partnering with a lonesome girl with blonde hair and blue eyes similar to mine.
At first she appeared really quiet and nice, but trough the working process she started making those creepy giggles and deep breathing noises, while staring into -what felt like- my soul.
At the end of the period, my partner, Namine, handed me her sketch. I winced. Right in the dignity. What would I not do to get some peace and quiet? By her drawing I could see my implied ugliness. The glasses work.
Mr. Vincent strolled between the students to see their results, and looked at our sketches with over-enthusiasm.
"Wow Roxas, you are almost as talented as Namine!", he exclaimed clapping his hands. I just nodded awkwardly. He even asked me to join the art club, but I politely refused cause I'm awesome like that. I think the dude's bi-polar. The guy jumped from melancholy to sunshine covered with pink unicorn shitб overed with pink unicorn i sm. their results, of the class within minutes.
Well, on to Algebra, I guess.
Again, no sign of the redhead. What was his name anyway? Alex?
Algebra was uneventful. The teacher is Ms. Aerith. A nice lady with long brown hair and a soft face. Ms. Aerith instantly liked me, probably because I'm a smartass and my old school already went over what she was teaching. There was another smartass though. Zexion.
Slate- haired, emo looking. Most of the time, he was silent just like me. He looked really intelligent, and nonchalant , and fluffy . Wait, what?
Anyway, at the end of the period I smirked his way. In response, he raised an eyebrow, and then gave me an all-knowing chuckle.
Lunch. I went in the cafeteria. Instantly, people looked my way, but got bored after a few seconds. All thanks to my flawless disguise. A pair of glasses and brushing my hair down. Perfect.
Soon after, my good mood faltered as I saw the attention whore redhead at the other end of the cafeteria, glaring directly at me.
There goes my chance to peacefully eat some food.
A/N: Like it? Hate it? Shun it? All of the above?
So yeah, that was the first chapter :D
Anyone catch the Skyrim reference? Shadowmere FTW.
And the name of the chapter is a line from MCR's "I Never Told You what I do for a Living."
If you people like this, please review and I'll continue uploading new chapters. Uploads will be frequent because it's summertime and I have nothing better to do (excluding times when I go out with my bestfwend and we do some fucked up stuff :D)
Chapters are also going to get longer. Originally I wrote a long ass first chapter but then I just split it xD.
Next update will be sometime this week~
Thank you for reading and please review if you want more chapters! :3
Oh, I almost forgot. English isn't my native language, so please forgive any mistakes. I'm a beginner and I have no one to be my faithful Beta :c
~ Jelly the Courageous Banana.
