Roxas' POV;
"Mom. Please don't make me go to this school. Please. You have no idea what they do to new kids in high school. Especially guys like me." Roxas pleaded, his gaze slowly shifting towards the front doors of his new high school.
"Roxas, sweetie, it won't be that bad! Give it a chance!" His mom replied, a smile spreading across her lips.
"If, and when, I get beat up and thrown into a trash can… I'm blaming you." He replied, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
"Roxas, I work at the school. You know that I won't allow them to abuse my son." Lexaeus, Roxas' Dad, said.
"That only makes today that much worse…" Roxas muttered under his breath.
He rubbed his eyes, and fished his iPod out of his backpack. He scrolled through his songs, until he finally found the song he wanted to listen to, and turned the volume up all the way. He shoved his iPod into his back pocket, and sat down on the couch. He picked his drum sticks up off the table by the couch and played air drums to the song.
"I don't wanna be like this; I've been running these streets for too long now. I've got nothing, it's true, but this song now. But the further I go, I wanna go home." He sang under his breath.
"ROXAS LETS GO." His mom yelled.
Roxas sighed angrily and tugged one of his headphones out, and stood up. He tucked his drum sticks in his back pocket, and jogged out to the car. Lexaeus sat in the passenger's seat, drumming on the car door. Roxas hopped in the back seat, and drummed on the back of his dad's seat with his drum sticks. His mom shot him a warning look, and Roxas sunk down into his seat.
"Let's see your schedule, Roxy." Lexaeus said.
"Don't call me Roxy. I'm 15, dad." Roxas replied, pulling his schedule out of his backpack.
Lexaeus scanned the piece of cardstock, his mouth moving silently. Roxas sighed, and leaned back in his seat, humming along to the song blasting in his right ear. Lexaeus handed Roxas back his schedule.
"The only thing you really need to know is that your locker is on the 3rd floor. You share locker 813 with a sophomore named Axel. I'm sure that he'll help you out. If not, come find me. My classroom is on the second floor. I'll help you at that point." Lexaeus told Roxas.
Roxas stared out the window, watching the cars go by. The last thing he wanted to do was go to a new school, and meet new people. They'd moved directly in the middle of the year. He slammed his head against the glass of the window. 'Turn around. Drive back home… Please mom. Don't make me do this.' He thought.
Roxas shook his head furiously and rubbed his eyes. The car pulled up to the huge school, and Roxas immediately got butterflies.
"Bye mom." Roxas said, stepping out of the car. "Don't say anything. Please mom. Don't embarrass me." He pleaded under his breath.
"Have a great day, sweetie." His mom called out the window.
Roxas hit his hand against his face, and sighed aloud.
"Don't be so mean to your mom. She only means well. I'll see you in class, kiddo." Lexaeus said, ruffling Roxas' hair.
"Bye dad." Roxas replied, a glare forming on his face.
He pulled out his drum sticks and twirled them in his hands. He looked around at all the different cliques. Where would he fit in? He continued walking into the building. He saw groups of friends glaring in his direction, some snickering and whispering to each other.
He spotted a tall blonde guy sitting next to the fountain, playing the acoustic guitar. Roxas thought about walking up and talking to him, but quickly decided against it. He looked down and walked into the building. He ran up two flights of stairs, and searched for his locker. He walked around on the third floor, searching.
"Hey, new kid, what's up?" The blonde kid who was playing guitar walked up behind Roxas, carrying his blue guitar case on his back.
Roxas bit his lip and spun around on his heels, so he was facing the guy. He was taller than Roxas, with about the same color hair and icy blue eyes. They could be brothers, if looks meant everything. Roxas tucked his drumsticks back into his pocket. The guy looked Roxas from head to toe, and smiled.
"Looking for my locker…" Roxas replied and smiled slightly.
"What number is it? I'm Demyx, by the way. I see you play drums. That's awesome. You should join the music club!" The guy said, grinning.
"Um, number… 813. And yeah, I've played drums since I was four. And I'm Roxas. It's nice to meet you, Demyx." Roxas said, returning the grin.
"Your locker is two lockers down from mine! Come on, I'll show you to it!" Demyx said, grabbing Roxas' arm and dragging him towards a group of lockers.
"Um, Thanks?" Roxas said, holding back a laugh.
Demyx stopped in front of locker 811.
"This is my locker, that's Zexion's locker, and that's you and Axel's locker!" Demyx said, smiling.
"Thanks so much, Demyx." Roxas grinned.
"No problem, Roxy. You're a freshman, right?" Demyx asked.
"Yeah, I am. What about you?" Roxas replied, dialing in his combination and opening his locker.
"I'm a freshman, too. Who's your first teacher?" Demyx replied, unlocking his locker as well.
"My first class is…" Roxas pulled his schedule out of his pocket and unfolded it. "It's Algebra I with Mr. Xigbar." Roxas replied, shoving his backpack into his locker, and turning off his iPod.
"Mine too. That's awesome." Demyx laughed and punched Roxas playfully on the shoulder.
Roxas smiled and pulled his supplies for math out of his locker. Demyx pulled a binder from his locker and looked at Roxas.
"Class doesn't start for another 15 minutes. So we have time to chill." Demyx grinned.
Roxas opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a bunch of buff looking jocks walking up and shoving Demyx aside.
"Why are you putting your stuff in Axel's locker, kid? You know that's not how this school works. I don't give a fuck if Axel is g-"The jock began.
"What the hell, Luxord! This is Axel's new locker mate, Roxas. He just moved here. Don't go running around telling everyone about Axel anyways. If you were his friend, you wouldn't. So back the fuck away." Demyx said, putting himself between Roxas and Luxord.
"Whoa. Commotion by my locker." A tall redheaded guy with bright green eyes said, walking up, wearing football pads over his jeans and band tee.
"Haaaaaaaaay Axel!" Demyx said, in a mocking gay tone.
"Haaaaaaaaay Demyx!" Axel replied, laughing "You must be Roxas. Hi. I'm Axel." Axel said, turning to Roxas and grinning.
"Um… Hi." Roxas replied, smiling.
"ROXY LETS GOOOO TO XIGGY'S CLASS!" Demyx said in a loud sing-song voice.
Roxas laughed and nodded. Demyx linked his arm with Roxas' and started skipping off towards class.
"Sorry. I always act gay around Axel. It's kind of our inside joke. He's gay, by the way. Also, he keeps his medicine in you guys' locker. Don't ask about it." Demyx explained.
"Oh. Okay, I won't." Roxas smiled.
"So, drums since you were four? I wish my parents would've been that supportive of my music." Demyx said, sighing.
"Yeah. My parents noticed my weird obsession with drumming when I was like, 6 months old. So when I had a little hand coordination, they bought me a drum set." Roxas explained, feeling for his drumsticks.
"You're lucky. I had to buy my own guitars." Demyx said, looking over his shoulder at the blue guitar case lovingly.
"After I turned 13, I had to buy my own sticks and I had to pay for the minor repairs on my drums." Roxas said, "How long have you been playing guitar?"
"Since I was 11. It's my whole life now. I play every day before and after school. And after school, I usually play until my fingers bleed." Demyx replied, laughing.
"That sounds painful. But I know how you feel. That's what I do with my drums." Roxas smiled, thinking of his blood red drum set that sat in his attic at home.
The two approached the doors of the Math room, and greeted Mr. Xigbar.
Demyx nodded and smiled at Mr. Xigbar, and grabbed one of Roxas' chains that hung off his pants, leading him towards a table. The two sat down at a table in the back. Roxas started organizing his binder.
~ Math Class ~
Demyx had his hands linked behind his head; his eyes were closed, and he was leaning back in his chair. Roxas yawned, and looked at Demyx with envy. He could never get that comfortable in a school chair. He pulled his iPod out of his pocket discreetly and turned it on.
"Xigbar's cool with kids listening to their music, as long as he can't hear it, and their not singing along too loud. All the teachers here are like that… except for your dad. Lexaeus doesn't give us time to listen to anything but him…" Demyx laughed.
"That's my dad for you." Roxas shrugged and popped an earphone into his ear.
Roxas scrolled through the artists on his iPod, and clicked on 'My Chemical Romance'.
"What are you listening to?" Demyx asked, picking up the other earphone.
"My Chemical Romance." Roxas replied, and smiled.
Demyx put the headphone in and leaned back down in his chair. Roxas pulled his drumsticks out and drummed on his legs along with the music.
"Well heaven knows that without you is how I disappear, and live my life alone, forever now." Demyx sang quietly.
Roxas hummed along, and played air drums discreetly. Demyx laughed aloud, and played air guitar. Mr. Xigbar glanced at the two, and smiled to himself. His smile faded when a tall black haired kid, who was wearing 'guy-liner' walked in carrying a massive amount of books.
"Sorry Mr. Xigbar. My locker door broke… again." The guy said, looking down.
"That's Zexion. The jocks make fun of him all the time, and have broken his locker door completely off three times this year alone. He's an epic bass player. He's actually really cool." Demyx whispered to Roxas.
Roxas looked over at Zexion. He didn't look like that bad of a guy. Mr. Xigbar sighed and ushered him over to the table. Zexion dropped his books onto the floor, and put his empty backpack on the table.
"Hey Demyx…" Zexion sighed.
"Hey. This is Roxas. He's new here. Lexaeus' son, dude. Crazy huh?" Demyx said, grinning.
"Hi Roxas, I'm Zexion. Your dad is Mr. Lexaeus? He's my most favorite teacher ever. I can't believe he used to drive so far every day." Zexion laughed.
Roxas smiled softly and nodded slightly.
"My dad was really dead set on working here." Roxas replied softly.
"At least he had goals. But teaching high school? What the hell was he thinking?" Zexion laughed, and shook his head softly.
Roxas shrugged and stared at the clock. Class was over in five minutes. This day was not going as planned. Roxas hated when people talked about how his dad was a teacher. It seriously irked him.