The Science Classroom was almost completely empty, the school itself was small, and there were only about five kids in the class- so of course there was a lot of empty tables and extra space. Corner seat in the back and closest to the second door was the one I had claimed as mine. Nobody except me knew that yet though because it was only my second day at the school and I had something like a social phobia so talking to strangers- even my own age- was something that just didn't happen.

Strangely enough I found the chair I shared a table with being pulled out and a person plopping down in said seat, he leaned close to me to look over my shoulder while I got a good look at his face tattoos. It was the second day of school but for some reason this was his first day- I had heard the girls (and a few guys) talking about him but when they said his hair was bright red and his eyes this glowing emerald color I figured contacts and dye or they were exaggerating. His eyes moved from looking at the paper in front of me to looking at my face, if he was surprised I was staring at him he didn't act it, "I like your bracelets," he motioned to his own wrists as he slowly pulled away from me to sit normally in his seat.

Looking down at my own wrists I took in my bracelets as if I had never seen them before- and man was there a lot of them. On each arm I had long black arm warmers that were pulled to my elbows while on top of that I wore neon green fishnet that only came halfway up my arms- and then on top of that I wore candi bracelets, thin chains that were supposed to be necklaces, leather bound by strings, and just a bunch of random bracelets. I'd counted before and I had around 15 bracelets on each wrist, "Oh, thanks," I forced a smile to be polite like my mother always told me.

"How long does it take to put them on in the morning?" he asked curiously, leaning a little closer yet again, "It doesn't," I said simply before I realized he might need a little more of an explanation. "I never take them off… well- except when I take a shower," I moved a little in my seat realizing that I was being extremely open with him- most people when they ask me a question I either give a straight yes or no answer or just don't answer them at all. He leaned closer again, practically against me as he inspected my bracelets- which for reasons he didn't know- made me a little nervous.

Without taking his eyes off my wrists he started talking again, "Yeah, my sister wears tons of bracelets- not as much as you, but they cover a good chunk of her arms," without a pause or even a breath he continued, "She cuts and hurts herself so she covers it all up with those gummy bracelets," he looked back up at me while practically leaning against me and again he caught me staring but didn't seem shocked, "But anyway, I'll let you get back to your drawing," he smiled and leaned back over to his side of the table, looking ahead for a few minutes I realized I should've said something like, "I'm sorry your sister does that," or "I don't do that," but my mind didn't think to come up with an apology or a lie.

Staring at the half filled paper in front of me I wondered if he actually admitted to himself that I cut my wrists (I hate saying that because it sounds so mental), or if he was just sharing with me. Either way I realized he knew something about me that I had never allowed anyone else to know about me- I'd been doing it for years and never once had anyone even assumed that I did- at least not to my knowledge. He knew something about me whether he realized it or not- but what really got me was the fact that the possibly he knew that I did it sat in the air and he still sat by me and still acted like there was nothing wrong with me.

And right there I realized- I, Roxas, wanted to get closer to this new boy named Axel.

I finally got around to redoing this story :D Any better yet?

Fixed/Edited May 10, 2013