"Hey Roxy," another anonymous voice said, snickering. The blonde could feel the presence of the body that belonged to the voice behind him, but experience had taught him not to turn around. "Have you had a slushy recently?"

"Not since this morning." Roxas murmured, staring fixedly at his lunch and trying to imagine eating it after it had purple slushy poured on top. He wasn't successful.

"Well, how about-"

"Hey, guys." Ah, he knew that voice. He let himself smile a bit, inclined his head in the direction from which it had come. "Leave him alone, will you?"

"Aww, look Roxy, its your little boyfriend coming to defend you. Isn't that cute?" The ever-so-familiar sound of a plastic lid being popped off of a slushy cup met his ears, and he cringed a little bit. He kind of wanted to eat today. Chicken parmesan was his favorite lunch the cafeteria served, and they only served it about once every two months.

"Aww, that is cute." The familiar voice again, except this time dripping with sarcasm. "You know what's even cuter? Roxy's little boyfriend has an actual little boyfriend, who actually works at this school and could get you guys suspended. Isn't that just so adorable?"

There was silence on the other end of the conversation for a bit, and then the satisfying sound of retreating footsteps and angry grumbling. This was quickly followed by an arm around his shoulders, accompanied by a curtain of blue bangs falling in his face.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Roxas looked up at the other's face, making note of the blue eyes that were full of concern and the eyebrows (which didn't match the hair) that were knit together. "I'm fine."

"Really? Because you don't look fine. You look malnourished."

"Zexion," Roxas sighed and turned a bit, then smiled tightly, but patiently. "Tell me, would you want to eat your lunch if it was coated in a thick lair of grape-flavored ice?"

"Its been happening more frequently than usual." Zexion sat down at the circular table and folded his hands, rested his chin on them. "The full moon isn't for another couple of weeks, so I think I'll pull out my telescope tonight and see if the planets are aligning."

"You're such a nerd, it almost makes me nauseous."

"So are you."

"Whatever." Roxas rolled his eyes and picked up his plastic utensils from the table beside his tray, tried vainly to dig into his meal. Whatever this chicken was, it wasn't chicken. Especially considering the gray color of the meat and the fact that it was harder than marble.

"You're welcome."

"Thank you."

Roxas returned to his lunch, poking the very suspicious looking "Jell-O" with his fork, aware of Zexion's eyes boring into him the entire time.

"Are you going to eat that?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Zexion groaned and glanced around the cafeteria. "Demyx was supposed to be here by now."

Roxas shrugged, finally deciding that whatever it was on his plate wasn't Jell-O, but wasn't an alien organism, either, and took a bite. "You know he's notoriously late."

"I'm skipping out on something very important for this meeting, so if he doesn't show up I'm going to be super pissed."

"Something very important as in, sex with Lexaeus in the janitor's closet?" Roxas raised his eyebrows without looking up from his chicken, finally getting a piece off and shoving it in his mouth. Zexion choked a bit, and snorted.

"Please, Roxas. We are so beyond the janitor's closet."

"The supply room?"

"Shut up. I hate you."

Roxas smiled up at Zexion and pointed with his fork, about to open his mouth to say something witty (but hey, let's face it. What comes out of his mouth that isn't witty?) when the third party landed at their table, grinning, red-faced, and panting.

"Hey guys."

"Hi, Demyx." The two chimed in unison, Zexion looking down at his lap and Roxas focusing even harder on his lunch.

"So guess what. I have like, killer news."

"Oh?" Zexion raised his eyebrows and looked up. "What's that?"

"So, Roxas, you probably know the model Axel Russo, right?"

Roxas stopped chewing for a moment to look up at Demyx, eyebrows raised, giving his classic, 'Why would I?' look. Of course, nothing registered at all in the younger blonde's mind, and Roxas shrugged. "No."

"Oh. Okay. Well, he's this model that's super popular right now, right? I mean, he's been in Seventeen and Rolling Stones and everything. Everybody wants him. And guess what."

Matching each other's timing, Roxas and Zexion murmured, "What?"

"He's coming to this school."

That statement bore the beginning of a seemingly endless silence, involving Zexion staring at Demyx in disbelieve, Demyx staring at Roxas like this was the best news the other blonde had ever heard in his entire life, and Roxas trying to cut another piece of his chicken parmesan from the main part, which was proving quite difficult.

"…Well?"

Zexion opened his mouth to answer, but Roxas went first. "Well, what?"

"What do you mean what?" Demyx looked absolutely appalled, glancing from Roxas to Zexion and back to Roxas. "This is huge!"

"Why?" Roxas frowned and took another bite of his "Jell-O." "I don't see how-"

"When's he coming?" Zexion placed his hand on Roxas's shoulder, which pretty much said, 'Stop talking, you'll offend somebody,' and tried to smile as politely as he could. "This is actually very cool news."

"Thank you, Zexion." Demyx said, making sure to sneer at Roxas before turning to the bluenette. "He's coming in for registration this afternoon, and should start class on Monday. Everyone's like, freaking out."

"Interesting." Zexion smiled and glanced over at Roxas, who freed another bite of chicken from the mass and placed it delicately on his tongue, chewing thoughtfully. "Don't you think so, Roxas? Pretty good PR for the school, right? We could use it."

"Sure."

"Man, you are like, so bland." Demyx said, snorting. "No wonder all of the jocks pick on you. The only reason they leave Sexion here alone is because he's screwing a teacher, and I don't think anyone knows about me…"

Roxas sighed and took a forkful of corn off the corner of his plate, ate it slowly, swallowed slowly, and tried to give his classmate the most bored expression he could manage. "Demyx, do you want to know what the difference is between all of the poor, humiliated gay teens of the world and me?"

"Sure. Tell me."

Roxas shrugged. "I don't care."

oOo

"Go talk to him."

"No, you go talk to him."

"No, you! You're the one who's always so confident."

"But…"

"Go!"

Kairi glanced back at her friends a stepped forward, brushing her coppery-red hair behind her ear and smiling. "Hi Axel."

The redhead glanced up from a few papers that were stuck to a clipboard in front of him, smiled, and held up a hand. "Hey."

Of the five girls behind her, Kairi could be sure that she heard at least three squeal, which could very well mean that the other two had fainted by now. "Do you…uh…do you like Florida so far?"

Axel shrugged. "Its okay. Hot."

"Yeah…" She chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck. "Its September, so I mean…once it gets later in the year, it'll cool down."

"Yeah." Axel glanced up again and smiled. "That's what I've heard."

"Oh?" A light blush heated her cheeks, dusting them pink. "From whom?"

"Um…" He glanced up and scribbled something on the paper, handed it to the older woman behind the desk, and turned fully to face her. "The other five or six girls who've come to talk to me since I walked through those double doors about five minutes ago." He pointed behind him and smiled, a touch of impatience in his expression.

"Oh, right, sorry." She laughed nervously and stepped away, back to the security of her friends. "This is all probably a little overwhelming."

"Just a bit." He smiled and nodded at the woman behind the desk, who groaned and waved him away, going back to her filing or whatever it was she was doing.

"Okay, so, I guess…um…" Kairi smiled a little more broadly than she had initially intended, shrugged. "See you Monday?"

"Yeah." Axel smiled and turned around. "Monday."

oOo

"Rox, you don't have to be so mad about it."

"I'm not mad." Roxas answered, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and heading purposefully toward his car, Zexion trailing closely behind him.

"They why are you being weird?"

Roxas stopped and turned toward Zexion, sighing. "All I think is that the last thing this school needs is a self-absorbed, womanizing douche of a celebrity walking around and acting like he's better than everyone else. We already have a football team full of goddamned prima donnas, and one more isn't going to help anyone."

"Yeah." Roxas and Zexion both glanced to their left as the tall redhead walked past them, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, a light hoodie over his shoulders. "God forbid."

Roxas snorted and rolled his eyes, and when the redhead didn't keep walking he raised his eyebrows. "In case you haven't gotten the memo, eavesdropping is rude in pretty much every circle of society."

"Oh, I'm sorry." The redhead held up his hands and stepped forward so that he was standing uncomfortably close to the other two teens, and grinned. "My name's Axel. By all means, continue."

"I don't appreciate you interjecting yourself into our conversation." The blonde said, his polite tone clashing horridly with his narrowed eyes.

Axel snorted. "Man, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today or what?"

"Oh please." Roxas rolled his eyes and turned, heading once again toward his car. Zexion stood at the foot of the staircase leading into the school, watching with amusement as Roxas power-walked to the parking lot and Axel easily kept pace with him. "You don't even know me."

"And from the looks of things, I'm not sure I want to."

"You just proved every argument that I've had about celebrities for the last year." He pulled his keys out of his pocket and clicked one of the buttons, and a few cars away his Volvo chirped and the lights flashed.

"Oh? What argument?"

"That all celebrities are completely self-centered and care about no one but themselves, how things are going to affect them personally, and use other people as they find convenient."

"Well, you're not exactly making a great first impression." Axel leaned against the car next to the small, silver one that Roxas climbed into, hands still stuffed in his pockets. "Are you going to at least tell me your name?"

Roxas snorted and slammed his door shut, locked it, started the car, and cast Axel a look of half hatred and half superiority before pulling out of the parking lot and tearing down the highway. Not five minutes later, the redhead's phone began vibrating in his pocket.

"Yo Lo, what's the dillio?"

The voice on the other line came out a little fuzzy, and Axel had to strain to hear what his agent was saying. "You're not a rapper Axel, and call me by my name, please."

He sighed. "Larxene, what's going on?"

"How was registration?"

"It was…" He trailed off and glanced in the general direction in which the other, shorter boy's car had disappeared, smiled. "Its definitely going to be quite an interesting year."

A/N: Hello, everyone! So, in order to commemorate the whole back-to-school thingy, I'm giving you guys a delicious back-to-school fic. 8D

A few things before I start talking about how fail this first chapter was (it feels like it was seriously fail to me) though. First of all, I heard that someone else heard that there's some peeps who're going around and eliminating all of the stories that aren't up to par and/or violate the Terms of Service. I don't know if this is true or not, but anyone else who's heard this, lemme know. Because I think a few of my more popular fics probably violate those darned terms. =3

Secondly, what with school going on and everything, I'm probably not going to be updating this super fast, or super regularly. I also have a contest that I'm participating on (if you're not already signed up, go join) and its for the Academy of Sin (if you're on dA and you're not part of AoS, go join. xD) So I'm probably going to...you know...be somewhat distant.

Um...there was something else, but I can't remember what it was. xD For those of you who actually read the Author's Notes, congratulations. I love you. You're the best people in the world, and if you are one of the few who reads these, I'll...do something for you at some point. xDD Trust me.

~Sara