Hehe. Be easy on me, guys. This is my first fic. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: Roxas belongs to Axel (vice versa) and all of the characters belong to Squeenix

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Life had always been pretty good to me. It was almost as if I had been rewarded for being the most popular boy in school, for having effortlessly gotten A+ on my report card, for having good friends. Yup, Life was pretty good. That is, until I started ninth grade. After entering high school, my life started hurling down the emotional roller coaster of love and the whole time I was secretly screaming at the top of my lungs.

I was what half of the student body hated and what the other half loved- a prep. My whole life I'd always had the prettiest girls in the school fawning over me, I'd always been followed by my younger admirers form lower grades, I'd always been watched wherever I went. In short, I was never really alone, but that was in physical terms. Emotionally, I had always been alone. Sure, I had great friends who would be willing to support me no matter what, but we just didn't "click" together. It was almost as if life was a book and I was always a few pages behind or a few pages too far ahead of everyone else.

Some time along in my life, I had somehow managed to convince myself that I wouldn't be alone forever. Maybe I wasn't searching hard enough. The truth was, I wasn't searching in the right place. I was right, though. I wouldn't be alone forever. However, I wasn't sure that I would be willing to pay the price of having a companion who understood me when the opportunity presented itself in the hallways of Twilight High.

I was too tired to be in school, too tired to be walking with my perky friends who had probably gone to sleep at five in the afternoon yesterday and then woken up at five today to spend three hours on their hair and then chug down an energy drink in order to catch the bus in time.

I was lucky that the policeman wasn't nearby right now, because if he had been, he would have had to arrest me for W.W.A.- walking while asleep. But then again, if he were in the nearby vicinity he would have to arrest almost every other student. The nerds looked like they had stayed up until four studying calculus, the nobodies looked like they had pulled an all-nighter trying fruitlessly to look like one of my group, the Asians looked like their parents had woken them up early so that they could split their instrument practice into two hours before school and then another two afterwards, and the emo & Goths- well- they always looked half dead anyway.

There were two groups this morning that were actually aware of what they were doing- my preps, and the punks.

I had a clear view of them from where I was standing, even on the other side of the hall from them, because the crowds of students instinctively parted for both of the groups- for mine out of awe and respect, and for the punks out of fear.

My drowsiness was starting to ware off now and I could feel the presence of hundreds of eyes following me. Not wanting to acknowledge the rest of the students gawking at me, I looked straight ahead at the oncoming group.

There were five of them total. The leader was a tall, slender male with a long mane of red spikes that cascaded down a long neck protected by a black choker with what seemed to be a heart shaped silver pendant. His shirt was white with a jumble of words printed in black ink, and his right wrist was covered by a black and white wristband, accompanied by a pair of fingerless gloves and dark jeans. Right of him was a shorter male with silver hair falling into his eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt with cargo shorts and a large assortment of bracelets stuffed onto one wrist. Behind the guy with the silver hair was another guy with pink hair. He had a pink and black striped shirt and torn jeans. To the left of the leader was a blonde guy who looked like he belonged to a rock band, and behind him was a girl who didn't look like she belonged with them at all. Her long blonde hair was swept to one side and she wore a pure white summer dress that cut off above her knees. Her pale blue eyes didn't look afraid, though so I guessed that maybe she had to change from her normal clothes for some unknown reason.

My thoughts didn't linger on the girl for long, though. I was drawn back to the leader who was gazing at me with penetrating green eyes. It was really unnerving having him stare at me like that- almost like he could see all of my darkest secrets. I shuddered inwardly just as the corners of his mouth twitched up into a smile. Creepy. Really creepy.

We stopped in the hallway three feet from each other because there was no room for both of our groups to cross without bumping. He smirked.

"Ah, new freshman for us to chop up. We're going to have a fun time this year, guys." His followers laughed. "Make sure you guys don't get in our ways again. Or else."

I clenched my fists, readying to defend my group. "What do you have against us?" I challenged.

He grinned and then pinched my cheek. "Nothing, just don't want to accidentally chop off that cute face of yours. Now move."

I swatted his hand away. Kairi grabbed my arm and gave me a look that said, "Screw pride, let's just get out of here." The last thing I wanted to do right now was move to the side of the hall. I stood my ground firmly.

"Hmm. Looks like our little freshman has a little bit of an attitude problem. Maybe a bit of persuasion will change his mind." The band member and the silver-haired guy snickered. "What's your name, kid?"

"Roxas," I snarled.

"Well, Roxas, what do you say about us getting a bit closer?" He leaned over me until our faces were mere inches apart. I kept my ground. His eyes now had a devious gleam in them and I was literally frightened half to death, but I still kept still. He tilted my chin up and leaned even closer to me until we were almost kissing. I couldn't take it. This was really wrong. I was NOT going to let some punk gay steal my first kiss. I stumbled backwards on to Hayner. The redhead laughed, and pushed me aside. All I could do was glare at him.

Tidus looked at me worriedly. "Dude, don't chew yourself up over it. Let's just find out what classes we have together." We all whipped out our schedules and compared them. I had P. E. with Olette and Tidus and lunch with everyone. It wasn't exactly the best schedule ever, but I could make new friends.

Tidus, Olette, Sora, Kairi, Hayner and I split up and headed to our first period classes. My first period class was math, one of my least favorite subjects, mainly because I was too good at it and I was always put in the class for the next grade honors. I found my way to the third tenth grade hall and looked around for the math classroom. I was anxious to find my class because the halls were already pretty much empty.

There was a tap on my shoulder and an obnoxious voice saying, "Has angry Roxas coming back for a little more of what we started in the hallway?"

I turned to face him and say, "back off, freak" but never got the words out because I was silenced from shock when he pressed me up against the lockers. He was bent over me, his body pressing against mine, his mint breath blowing lightly across my face, his green eyes smoldering.

"Wh-what are you g-going to do?" I stammered.

"Don't worry. I'm just trying to have a little bit of fun," he whispered. His mouth stretched into an evil grin, but he wiped it off as he leaned even closer down. His lips lightly brushed over mine and then he backed off, winking. "Kidding! You should have seen your face!" He doubled over in laughter. I stared at him incredulously, and then remembered how to be mad. He saw my expression and backed off. "Dude, I'm sorry. Like I said, I was just trying to have a bit of fun. I didn't know you'd get that mad." My face stayed the same. "Fine. I'll make it up to you. What were you looking for?"

I considered for a moment whether it was all right telling him what my first period class was, but the halls were empty now and I didn't want to be late for my class on the first day. "The math class for this hall."

His eyes widened and then narrowed into an evil grin. Oh no. Whenever he has an evil grin that means I'm screwed. He walked down to the end of the hall and motioned for me to come over. I moved over to the classroom that he was standing in front of. It did looked like a math classroom, but he had an evil grin so I wasn't so sure about going in. I spotted a formula list on the walls so it must have been the right class. Walking inside, I saw quadratic formulas on the overhead for warm up. This had to be the right class, so why did I still have that foreboding evil feeling?

I walked over to an empty desk on the side of the classroom and sat down. There were movements in the seat right of me accompanied the sound of someone plopping down on the desk. I turned right and faced the person next to me and stopped in horror. Facing me were those piercing green eyes with an evil glint in them. Oh god. Oh dear god, whatever have I done wrong to you?

"What are you doing here?"

He looked at me, bemused. "I should be asking you. What is a ninth grader doing in a tenth grader hall?"

"I-I've been moved up a grade for math."

"Hah. I thought someone like you would have been moved down a grade."

"Shut up. We're not all stupid."

He raised an eyebrow and then laughed.

The teacher introduced himself as Mr. Strife, but it felt weird calling him mister when he looked like he was hardly old enough to be out of college. For the first five minutes of class I was staring at his hair, which appeared to be gelled with some sort of superglue.

Mr. Strife called roll, and I found out that my personal torturer's name was Axel.

I was trying to calculate whether Mr. Strife's hair actually followed the laws of physics when Axel yawned and then put his arm around me. Was he joking? That was the single oldest move in the book! And why is he making a move on me? Right, he's intent on making my life miserable for standing up to him. Isn't life sweet?

I shrugged his arm off, hoping that he would give up after that. The way my luck had been going, he didn't. This time his hand crept over my thigh and squeezed my leg. I tried as hard as I could not to laugh, but I had to clench my jaws and hold my breath until my face just about turned blue in order to contain my laughter. Mr. Strife looked at me.

"You there, in the beige jacket, are you alright?"

I nodded, not trusting myself enough to not laugh if I opened my mouth. Thankfully, the teacher looked away, convinced. It got worse after that. Axel took his finger and started running it up and down the length of my thigh. I couldn't take it anymore. The classroom was filled with the sound of my unrestrained mirth.

Mr. Strife took deep, slow breaths. In and out. In and out. I tried to figure out what he was doing. Maybe he was trying to keep himself from killing me. "Your name?"

"Roxas."

"For what reason are you interrupting my first class of the year, Roxas?"

"Axel was touching me!" The class tittered at this.

"I've heard about you, Axel," He said, turning to Axel. Wow. He had actually heard enough about Axel to recognize him by site. Amazing. "Is this true?"

Axel looked Mr. Strife straight in the eye and answered, "Yes, teacher this is true." Shocked gasps were audible throughout the classroom.

"Well then, it looks like our janitors are going to have one more day of summer break. You two will stay after school to clean the cafeteria today. Report back to this class at the end of seventh period."

I decided it was better if I didn't groan.