'I hate school' Roxas thought. 'The endless homework and non-stop bullying
doesn't help anything either. At least it's my senior year.' Roxas sighed and walked
to his first period class, English. Standing outside, he took a deep breath and
walked in. "All right, all right people!" yelled as he excitedly pranced
around the room. "A new year doesn't mean a thing! All of you need to turn in
summer essays that you hopefully finished, into the cubbys and get started on
your Analyzing Literature worksheets!"
Halfway through the supremely boring class, someone knocked on the door. In
walked the sexiest redhead Roxas had ever seen. With hardcore spiked hair that
was firetruck red. His teardrop tattoos, skullicious black shirt, sagging jeans, and
'sharpied' converse awed Roxas. He was by far the most interesting thing that had
happened to this town in four years. At least since that one chick ruined a pep rally
by announcing that we were all going to Hell. She then proceeded to spray paint
the following onto every available building. 'This year might have just gotten
better' Roxas reluctantly thought. (A.N. now this Roxas isn't a constant downer, he
just doesn't want to get his hopes up.) "Ah class, this is Axel Hikaru. He just moved
here from Ohio. What a drastic weather change huh. Anywho, grab a seat next to
. Roxas please raise your hand." 'Oh crap' Roxas thought as Axel
sauntered over. 'He looks like a rapist and a player hot glued together!'
Axel took a seat and analyzed Roxas's spiky blond hair, Bishop Allen t-shirt,
ravaged skinny's, and purple Vans. He smirked to himself and said, "Hey blondie,
you busy this weekend?"