Author's Note: Hey guys! Ready for yet another Olette story? xD I actually forgot I submitted The Diary You're Not Supposed to Read. -.- Annnyway, here's another Roxette for ya!

Not a Princess

She put on her crown
She donned the pretty dress
She walked around looking for her prince
But her kingdom began to crumble
The people knew she was a fake-a fraud
She wasn't a princess really

:three minutes and forty seconds:

I walked down the street. I couldn't remember this place. It was all so dark and I felt so scared. Where was he? Where was he? I timidly shuffled onward, knowing I had to go on. He'd meet me at the end, I just knew it. I picked a careful path on the dingy road I walked on. The trees rose on every side, stretching over the path as though in hopes to block out any source of light there was. Light scarcely penetrated their twisted branches. The air was cold, crisp; it plagued my lungs with its icy grip. Gotta find him… gotta find him…

I stumbled ahead, clutching my arms in vain, hoping that I could return some of the stolen warmth. I narrowed my green eyes, seeing a figure ahead. Suddenly my heart was kicked into overdrive. It was pounding in my chest; it was all I could hear. His back was to me and I let out a desperate cry. He didn't move, rather he stared ahead, so still and unmoving he was like a perfect statue. I began to run toward him, holding out one pale arm, hands ready to cling onto his own. And then I spread out my arms and crashed into him, smiling.

"You came! You came to save me!" I cried, clinging onto his arm.

Then, Sora walked away.

- - -

"Oooooletttttte!" A voice cried, waving a hand in front of my eyes.

Startled, I snapped my head up, blinking profusely as I looked around.

"Er, what?" I murmured, still confused.

In front of me Hayner rolled his eyes, his attitude kicked up a few notches by my lack of attention. Pence, beside him, snorted and mirrored Hayner's look of disbelief. I flushed, staring at my lunch tray. It happened AGAIN. I really had to stop zoning out whenever he walked past… last time I ran into a locker. It was just plain pathetic.

"Kinda funny, I guess, 'specially the locker incident," Hayner began, stuffing a fry into his face. I glared at him. "But ya know it's kinda creepy too. He just comes up and you zone out. Weird."

Again I dropped my eyes to my untouched food. Some fries and a deformed burger. Suddenly my appetite evaded me. It was pretty embarrassing how Sora had this ability to knock the senses away from me. All he had to do was brush by and I was out of it. Everything fell away and it was just him and me in that single moment. Sometimes a locker or Hayner's comments intervened our private moment, but they were special anyway.

They would be even greater if Sora acknowledged my existence.

"She has a huge crush on Sora," Pence said. "She can't help it."

Hayner rolled his eyes. Again.

"Since the THIRD grade! You'd think she'd get over it by now! He doesn't even notice her!"

This was completely unfair. I wanted to point out that yesterday he asked for my Biology homework. That count, didn't it?

As though his powers were sweeping over me again, my eyes pulled toward him. He sat only two tables away, in the chair where I could see his face perfectly. It was almost as though he was taunting me, flashing his chipper grins periodically and widening his blue eyes whenever my own graced his. Now, however, he was gesturing wildly, those pretty eyes fixed on the silver-haired boy across from him. Riku, I think his name was. I didn't care all that much who he was, because-frankly-he wasn't Sora. Sora looked angry and I wished terribly that I could drift over there and wash away all the pain he surely felt.

Kairi must have been picking up my brain waves for she tugged on Sora's arm and calmed him down with a bat of her lovely cerulean eyes. I tried to keep my face composed, but I could feel the tiniest flick of disgust tug at the corner of my mouth. Kairi. Yuck. She was, perhaps, a princess in disguise. She certainly acted like one. She charged down the hallways with her head held high, shoulders squared and parted peasants like me out of her way. All we could do was stare in awe at her perfection whilst she held the kingdom of Twilight High in place, happily sitting in her throne. Sora would be by her side. He was the king and rightfully so.

I guess I would be the joker, wheeling away for their amusement.

Because I certainly was no princess.

"So, you see that new kid?" Hayner inquired suddenly, drawing me back to reality. Again.

I didn't even know there WAS a new kid. I was so out of it. To keep myself from answering I popped a fry in my mouth. Pence nodded eagerly, shining brightly with excitement.

"Yeah! He's in our math class! Isn't he Olette?"

Crap. He was? I hadn't even noticed. Probably because Sora was also in that class and I spent it drooling over him accordingly. Hayner must have been thinking along the same lines for he only sighed. Regrettably I hadn't been paying any attention to this supposed new kid. Considering it was November it was a little late to appear for school. Everyone would have known who he was by now. Except me, I guess.

"He's in my Spanish class," Hayner mused. "Seems pretty quiet."

Pence nodded, looking thoughtful. "Funny thing was…he looked just like Sora."

This got my attention. I perked up, hoping that no one noticed my sudden eagerness to breach this topic.

"He does?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"Yeah, I noticed that too." Hayner said, leaning forward as he was getting ready to go into a story. I got comfortable-Hayner could really ramble sometimes. "He just kinda walked in, right? And he didn't say a word." I didn't want to point out that not everyone talked nearly as much as he did. "And then he sat down. Even when the teacher called his name for roll he just raised his hand. Maybe he's mute?"

Pence shook his head, "Nope. He answered a question in math-out loud. Anyway, I heard some pretty interesting things about this guy."

"You guys gossip more than girls do," I muttered.

Hayner stuck his tongue out at me, but turned toward Pence with anticipation. Pence was known to have the scoop about everything that went down in Twilight High. And everyone in it. I always wondered how he got all this information when we were the lowest form of life in this place. Who told Pence anything other than Hayner and me? I would always wonder.

"I heard…" Dramatic pause. "That he's in a gang."

"No way!" Was Hayner's ingenious response.

Now it was my turn to snort and bring them back to reality.

"A gang? In Twilight Town? Please. The worst thing that's ever happened here was when someone stole some photos. As if there would ever be a gang."

Pence shrugged, Hayner looked disappointed.

That was when the bell sounded and my make believe prince gracefully slid from his chair, toting that wicked princess Kairi on his arm. She giggled-too shrilly-at something he said. I swooned, just about to escape into my fantasy world as he passed, until Hayner whacked me on the back of my head.

"C'mon Olette, you're gonna be late!"

If being late meant I could ogle at Sora some more, I could afford it.

- - -

I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! Oh God, I'm so laaaate! Stupid, stupid, stupid! I scrambled down the hall. Technically, I was far from being late from a normal student's perspective. I had three minutes and forty seconds until class began. All of my things were clutched haphazardly in arm and it only took a minute and three seconds to get to class. However, because I did take more time than necessary to drink in Sora's perfection, I wouldn't get those precious few minutes before class to settle down and organize my things. I was trying to make up the time, but it was inevitable. I was late in Olette World.

Maybe I was a little distorted too, for I was dodging students rapidly and stumbling every so often. I had every text book I needed for the day in my arms, unable to cram them in my backpack if I hoped to make it to class "on time". I brought them to every class in case I had time to study once I finished my assignments early. The bad thing was that there were a lot of books and it made it a little harder to navigate through the crowded halls. It didn't help that my fellow classmates made a point of elbowing me and sticking their feet in front of me whenever humanly possible.

And then, suddenly, I was falling to the ground, books and papers flying. All around me my classmate's faces blurred and all I could hear my own heart lurching forward in shame. In one terrible moment all I could do was lay on the ground, sprawled there like a pathetic wounded animal. Selphie Tilmitt emerged from the crowd, giggling furiously. I could already hear everyone around me following suit and sputtering in gaggles of giddy laughter.

"Whoops! Looks like Miss Olette stumbled there! You really should look where you're going. Maybe if you didn't stare at Sora so much, you could."

It took me five point two nano seconds to figure out that she was the one who tripped me. My face turned bright red at her accusations and I scrambled to my knees to pick up my things while keeping my eyes locked on the floor.

"S-S-Sorry," I sputtered, grabbing whatever was near. Why was I apologizing?

I should leap right on up and shove my fist into her stupid pudgy face. I should tug on her stupid curled hair and fix it so she looked less like a deflected clown and more human. I did absolutely nothing.

"That's right, you SHOULD be. I mean, God, you totally ruined my boots."

I looked to her shiny new brown boots. They looked fine to me. As though to add to my torture Kairi appeared to the scene, smirking.

"Oh Selphie! How mean!" She sneered, giggling. "Leave the poor thing alone."

Was it worse that she was being sarcastic?

"Aw, c'mon Kairi! She's always staring at your boyfriend! I get to have some fun, right?"

"It is creepy, isn't it?" She flipped her hair and turned around, basically telling me I was about as worthless as the gum on her shoe.

And then they left as though they were never there. They waddled through the crowd that parted before them easily. Selphie in her too-short yellow dress and Kairi with her pink skirt and top plastered on her so tightly that I thought they were going to suck the life out of her. Unfortunately I wasn't that lucky.

Letting out one rattled breath I began to crawl around and gather my fallen things. It didn't help that people were stomping on my things purposefully.

"Man, what a bitch," was the first thing I ever heard him say.

Oh God, why can't people leave me alone? But it wasn't directed at me and rather the boy was staring down the hall where Kairi and Selphie disappeared to. I tried not to look up and hoped that if I ignored him long enough he would just go away. No such luck. He dipped down and began collecting my things too. I couldn't help but notice the cliché way things were turning out. I really hated it when people felt pity for me and I wasn't about to let him do it too.

"I don't need your help," was the first thing I ever said to him.

He looked up and the shade of his eyes set my mind into turmoil. They were blue. My favorite shade of blue, to be precise. Sora's blue. And they were right-he did look just like Sora. He had those same sharp edges that were softened by his wide eyes and rounded cheeks. He was just as tanned and mirrored that innocence Sora latched onto with ease. However, he had an edge-one I couldn't point out at first. He just rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his short blond locks.

"Whatever," and then he began gathering my fallen things again. "Who were those two anyway?"

I was still marveling at his resemblance to Sora and just shrugged.

"Sora's girlfriend and her friend. And really, you don't need to help me."

I wished he would just go away, but he nearly recovered all of my books and papers by then. Sighing, it was then that I noticed I carried a lot of stuff. I seriously needed to cut back.

I guess this is the part where you expect me to fall in love with him and dump my fantasies of Sora and thank him generously for helping me out in my time of need. I suppose you expect then that we'll set up this date to "get to know each other" and promptly admit our feelings for each other then. I'd love him so much and then something bad will happen and we'll break up because, oh my God, it was just that terrible. We'll see all of our wrongs and hook back up and everything will be happily ever after. The End.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Sora's girlfriend, huh? Makes sense."

The way he said it made it sound like an insult. I paused just as I was getting up; ready to retrieve my things, thank him, and move on. Yet, I stopped short, only to finish standing and look right at him. He just insulted Sora. My make believe prince. I glared at him.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" I snapped.

Only when Sora was insulted, beautiful wonderful Sora, would I grow a spine and fight back. It didn't matter that Sora didn't even acknowledge my existence or that he had the perfect most evil girlfriend in the world. That very girlfriend making my life miserable whenever possible along with her deranged lackeys. No, I had to protect Sora in the face of any danger, whenever possible.

"Sora just isn't the brightest crayon in the box, you know? It makes sense that he'd get with someone like that." Now he was the defensive one.

"Sora is really smart!" I exclaimed a bit too loudly and passionately. The blond quirked an eyebrow while still looking a bit angry-as amazing as that was.

"Oh yeah? Maybe you don't know Sora too well then," he pointed out, rolling his eyes at me.

"And maybe you are just a jerk!" I cried. I snatched my things from his hand and stormed down the hallway completely flustered. I heard the bell sound over my head and only then I noticed the desolate hallways. I sighed, massaging one throbbing temple with my free hand.

"My name is Roxas, by the way! And you're welcome!" He shouted, sarcasm dripping in his voice.

That was the longest three minutes and forty seconds of my life.