Summary: "I want to say this is like Romeo and Juliet.. The boy and girl separated by some sort of fate. But in the end… I don't love you and I wont put it all on the line for you." Ha, isn't she in for a suprise
Disclaimer: I don't own kingdom hearts or its characters, but I do own the story… enjoyy
Introducing The Rivals:
Chapter One: With or Without You
There are many things I have to focus on. At 17, in high school, with people who would love to tear you down in a heartbeat, what else was I supposed to do besides watch my back from possible home wreckers.
Lately it was like people almost craved for pain.
But this stayed on the field. It was like they craved the relinquishing feeling of over empowerment and used it to their advantage so that if approached the wrong person and it was the wrong time, they had their own secret bomb of power to use. I loved the feeling of being in control, I didnt look for it in others' self-esteem? That was ridiculous. To just drop-kick those who don't deserve it? Why would anyone want that besides the obvious reaons? What would this succeed for themselves?
"GOD!"
I wish high school was reeking my brain with some thoughts that could distract me from the current physical pain I was in.
Sweating and heaving.
Cussing and running.
Legs wanting to give out and visions starting to blur.
Within a full 2 hours of hard drills, impossible distances to run, and all the balls you have to kick, you get a 15 minute water break. This was all done at a very early five in the morning, when birds havent even bothered to come out and chirp or whatever the feathered things did. They were out before the sun graced the sky.
"You alright? Looks like youre ready to pass?"
Snapping my posture back up like I wasn't feeling light headed and ready to die, I tossed my hair over my shoulder, in taking a heavy gasp for air and faced my coach, "Just peachy."
The coach was out of town, actually, so it was the cocoach Cloud Strife, who was incredibly young, fresh out of college, fit and for awhile, everyone on our team thought he was the hottest thing on this planet. Even me for a while, but who could blame us?
That took it's expected turn shortly after his hard drills, early wakeup call drills, i can tell you now the fantasy faded.
Complimenting me when I wanted to give in, how tricky and smart. Of course I would say everything was fine when it wasn't. that was so like me.
Lies.
"Bright future for you Romeo, glad to have you on the team."
He didn't seem to be phased by how utterly exhausted I and everyone else on the team was, and this was going to be a problem, "Glad to be here! The adrenaline is keeping me going."
I didn't even have to go that far, it sounded so fake coming from me, but I did anyways because I wanted him to know for a fact that I wanted this more than anyone. I guaranteed that I wanted this more than the girls on my team, because they were still complaining and whining and taking too many breaks.
Suck it up.
It was dreadful, though, to have to carry myself through the feeling of death. All I felt like, me possibly about to collapse somewhere and just pass out. Just lay there and not be able to move because im so exhausted its embarrassing. Searching for my phone near me I was confused, I stood up wandering by the bathroom shack where all the duffel bags were being thrown to, the pile mounted up like an odd pyramid. I stepped around it for a better look.
"Damn that ass!"
"Take me right here. Right now."
I don't know how many days i've heard this in a row, I was starting to lose track because it would haunt me just by the memory. For the first couple days, i'd let them get at me, I didn't give a fuck, these guys couldn't get any action anyways. They would start shit with me because they knew I wouldn't do anything to retaliate.
But now it seemed like it was a lot harder to handle.
It was starting to get to me, not that id ever admit it out loud.
Deep down inside I always just let bad shit happen to me because I deserved it.
Every ounce of karma that wanted to smash into me like a semi.
Why would I argue?
The incident was too long ago and everytime it started back up, like a bad movie...
It was over and too long for me to remember involuntarily, unlike before, it used to be able to haunt me effortlessly. It was like my own negative cloud that followed me everywhere I went no matter what I would possibly be doing. Now, the memories were just starting to fade back in, I couldn't figure out why, but it made me sad. That and hopeless, more hopeless though because I knew how to handle sadness and being upset. But I didn't know how to handle myself when I felt hopeless.
The last time I was recovering from this was more embarrassing. Much more depressing, something I never wanted to feel like again, ever. Besides laying alone in my room like it was my personalized jail cell, I ran. I ran all the time. I tried to explain how it allowed me to feel free and clear my mind.
But in reality, all the running did was allow me to think and it left me damned. It felt like hell when I started thinking back on regrets, it was as though I could relive the very moment I lost control of my sanity. My version of 'thinking', was really just deep wallowing in self pity.
Running also let me feel as though it was truly possible to run away from my problems.
Thankfully I had soccer to keep me in sane.
Varsity since I was in the eighth grade, which no one thought was even possible, but they were wrong. I was invincible.
But I wasn't feeling invincible at that moment, in fact, I felt like shit.
I turned my head to knock the group of boys out of my line of vision, "Pouting, how cute."
I felt my cheeks heating up, doubting that there was any color on my tan complexion, but I knew they could just read underneath my composed structure. I was sure that I looked completely cold, but there was a falter in my voice, so I didn't say anything. I wasn't going to risk any reason for them to attack me more than whatever they currently had.
"Beat it, before I beat your asses."
The two boys, both dressed in black and dark shades of purple and blue looked at me and then behind me twice, before finally turning around to leave. I smiled, turned to see a familiar smug look.
My eyes finally adjusted to the blue pools of eyes studying me carefully.
"Roxas Dominic."
It was becoming easier and easier to cover the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Well you look pleasant today," I moved to the right to make room for him to sit with me on the bleachers, forgetting about my bag. Roxas was the kind of intimidating person you would use to scare off bullies, but would still come fore comfort and hugs. I was observing his blonde hair, which was pretty long now, but up in a fo-hawkish thing out of his ocean eyes, making him hypnotizing.
"School starts in an hour, go take a shower and get ready."
"I'll make it home and back within an hour, im fine."
I see a dark shade of brown long hair in a high ponytail exposing a bright smile, with tired eyes, "Olette?" She waved, Roxas seated himself on the dewy grass next to my foot.
"Morning love and... Roxas," Olette's tan skin was glowing in the dark sky, it was early enough for the sun to just start to break in the distance, it contrasted Olette's eyes like glow sticks.
Roxas did a tiny salute, "Sup."She ignored him, both Roxas and Olette were on good terms, but she never went out of her way to see him or to get his phone number, or get in bed with him. He was a known player, which exactly what she stood against.
Her beliefs were stronger than Roxas's dick.
"Why're you here so early?"
"Im not going to be here today so I came to get some papers, plus I needed the schedule for work and this was on the way."
I nodded. She was such busy girl.
"Well, youre lucky aren't you?"
"The luckiest," Roxas adds, "You're missing a history test."
She laughs, "I didn't plan for this, I wouldn't mind taking the test. Anything to avoid the doctor's office."
"You're skipping school for a doctors appointment you rebel?"
She slapped me in a joking way, "Im not skipping because I want to, dork, I have to."
"Sure you do."
"Shut up Roxas, you don't show up and you never have an excuse."
"Actually, I don't show up because I am in bed with a girl. I don't know what that means to you, but to me, that is very much reason."
I shook my bright red hair down my back, sweaty and thankful for my strong deodorant this morning. Olette shot him a dirty look and then focused back on me, "Anyways, I saw you running, and then your new coach drop his pants for you?"
"She's kidding Roxas, settle."
"You were breathing hard? Then I see him walk over and you lit up like a light bulb, what was that for?"
"I just wanted him to know I was glad to be on the team."
"Good. He's definitely too old," This was just like Olette to lure me in with excitement just to lecture me, making sure I wasn't holding some kind of ulterior motive.
"Well, don't worry, I get the message," I pat her on the back in a reassuring way, "I have this under control."
"Kairi! Help me with the cones?" Cloud waved, I sighed slowly getting up.
"Text me, ill drop by after school alright?" Olette smiled, giving another hug before turning off to walk up the stairs away from the large field, she was walking right into the big buildings of our school.
Twilight High School.
It wasn't until practice was over and I was back at the school, entering the main doors, when the day would really begin.
