Author's Note: Well, this is basically the second fanfic I have ever written in my entire life, and the first with multiple chapters. I have a lot planned for this story, and don't worry, it gets a lot more exciting than this. Rated M for occurrences in later chapters.
I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters, obviously.
The first time I laid eyes on him, he was standing at the front of my Biology classroom, a nervous grin plastered on his face. His dirty blonde hair was styled in a spiky sort of mullet. I snorted softly- did he even realize how stupid he looked? His eyes met mine and his smile widened. Flustered, I looked away, scowling. The kid looked like he barely understood what the word "Biology" meant. I didn't have any desire to be acquainted with someone like that.
"As you can see, we have a new student. I hope you'll make him feel welcome. Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself, Demyx?"
"Me?" Blinking his wide green eyes, he scrunched up his face in thought. "Well, uh, I'm Demyx. I like music and hanging out. And, I…yeah. I'm not very good at talking and stuff. Can I go sit down?" The teacher nodded, and he headed straight for me. Damn. The seat behind me was empty. Determined not to look at him again, I cupped my chin in my hand and stared at the wall. Demyx sat down noisily and his knees jabbed into my back. How tall was this kid, anyway?
"Zexion? I know you prefer to work alone, but will you be Demyx's lab partner? Everyone else is taken." The teacher looked at me expectantly, his tone making it clear that it wasn't really an option.
I sighed. "Yes, sir." Great. Now I was stuck with the dunce. I was top of the class – really, I should be in advanced classes, but there was no such thing at dead-end Oblivion High. Wishing bitterly that my father would have permitted me to attend a school somewhere abroad, I pulled out my books and slammed them on my desk with unnecessary force.
A cheerful voice behind me jerked me out of my thoughts. "So your name's Zexion? That's kinda hard to say. Can I call you Zexy?"
"No," I snapped, turning around to glare at him. Our height difference was obvious even sitting down, as I found myself staring at an oversized pair of headphones looped around his neck. I raised my eyes to his face, noticing how well his hair framed his face. I felt the heat rise to my face, and I turned around again, mortified. What the hell had gotten into me?
He was silent for a few minutes as the teacher droned on. I was only half-paying attention, anyway. I could skip every class and still pass with a higher mark than everyone else in this room. I wouldn't, of course. I had a reputation to keep up.
"Hey, Zexy," Demyx hissed in my ear. "D'you get any of this? It's so confusing."
"Spend less time talking and more time listening. Then maybe you'd get it," I muttered irritably. I leaned forward and buried my face in my hands. Why me?
Thankfully, my two other morning classes were Demyx-free. Thinking to myself that maybe I'd be able to maintain my sanity if I only had to deal with him for an hour a day, I headed into the cafeteria and slid into my usual seat by the window, across from Roxas.
"You look pissed," he observed, offering me his bag of salt and vinegar chips. I took one absentmindedly, licking off the flavouring before replying.
"I am. There's this complete IDIOT who just transferred here, and guess who has the pleasure of being his lab partner in Bio?"
Roxas just looked at me with his solemn cerulean eyes. "You think almost everyone is an idiot, Zexion. Why's this one getting to you so much? Usually you just insult them and move on."
"Because he-" I was cut off as two tall guys came up to our table. One, skinny with obnoxiously bright, spiky red hair, was Axel. Trailing behind him was- no, it couldn't be.
"Hey, guys," Axel said, plopping down beside Roxas. "This is Demyx. He's just moved here, and he's totally awesome, so I said he could eat with us from now on. Dem, that's Zexion, and this…" he slunk an arm around Roxas' shoulders, who rolled his eyes but didn't pull away. "….is Roxas."
"Hi!" Demyx said brightly, settling himself beside me. "I didn't know you were friends with Axel, Zexy! That's so cool!"
"Yeah….cool…" I replied, repressing the urge to smash my head against the table as I picked at a loose thread on my jeans. "You're sitting in Xion's seat, by the way. And stop calling me Zexy."
My last statement was lost as Marluxia and Larxene showed up. And when Xion came along, she said she didn't even mind and that Demyx could have her seat if he wanted. Why did she have to be so damn nice?
As everyone else immersed themselves in conversation, Roxas wrestled his hoodie out of Axel's grip and leaned across the table. "So who's the idiot in Bio you were talking about?"
I jerked my head towards Demyx, who was busy trying to convince Marluxia that the latter was, in fact, a girl. Roxas followed my movements, then turned to me and laughed. "You always have the worst luck. Guess you'll just have to learn how to deal with him." He clapped me on the shoulder and turned back to Axel, leaving me to lean against the window and wonder why these things always happened to me.