"That's not grammatically correct," Zexion chided, "it's 'I don't wear pants'."
My acid green eyes found themselves unable to stop from rolling. Zexion was a smart kid, brilliant even, but incredibly irritating when he was constantly correcting your grammar. He and I had been friends since elementary school when some kid named Riku punched me in the face because I had freckles. I was sent to the office where there sat Zexion, balling his too blue eyes out. I would have completely ignored him except he kicked me in the shin when I walked by. Because of that, we've been the best of pals ever since; of course only after I kicked him back.
As a rule of thumb, being two extremely bored teenage boys, we often found ourselves in a lot of trouble. However, to be completely honest, Zexion was a good kid when he wasn't around me. It just seemed that whenever we got together, things never went well for us, or for the people around us, and today was no exception.
"Thank you Zexion. Now Axel, blah blah, blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah… are you listening to me?" The principle, Ansem asked.
"You were saying how you were going to let Zexion and me free without a detention." I replied, flashing an outstandingly straight set of pearly whites.
"After you accepted a bet that told you to take your pants off, with you did, scarring your classmates and their innocent minds. You proceeded to remove more articles of clothing and chased your teacher around the classroom trying to give the poor man a hug, which not only affected your class even more, it most definitely effected their learning." He reported, pulling at his hair angrily, "You'll be lucky if I don't suspend you!"
"You're being naïve. They're hardly scarred, most, if not all of them have seen someone in just boxers before. Suspending me would be like a camel without its hump, it just doesn't happen." Cockily the words escaped my mouth.
"Can I go back to class now? I didn't do anything." Zexion explained.
The principle waved for Zexion to leave, leaving me alone, not for the first time, with the crazy, greying man. His amber eyes squeezed shut, thinking over his options. After several minutes, Ansem let out a frustrated sigh. "Go."
One class and a lunch time later, Zexion and I would find ourselves back in his office covered in today's lunch pasta, spaghetti. Adorned with black eyes from Riku, because not only did I have freckles, Zexion had a twitch in his leg which caused people to trip and face dive into their food.