Hey guys! This is my very first attempt writting a story on here! Please leave any constructive critisism or comments because I'm still learning the ropes! I want this to be a very story based story, with steamier moments in the future as it feels organic. I hope you enjoy!
Moving to a new school sucks. Why did it have to be in the middle of the year? My name's Roxas, and I transferred to "beautiful" "amazing" Evanston High School because my dad transferred to a new plastic factory. So in the process my mom, sister, and I had to leave our previous lives and friends behind…. Fun.
Remembering summer nights with Ollett, Hayner, and Pence, watching the sunset while laying in the grass, eating sea salt ice cream and laughing at our pointless conversations... really isn't helping me. It's been a week and I've yet to make a single friend. It also doesn't help that me and other people don't tend to mix, so for now I'll just keep going to class. Ha, like I even have a choice! Hey, at least I'm a sophomore so there'll be time to meet someone that doesn't make my skin completely crawl in disgust when I talk to them, right?
Well, at least there's someone who seems alright. There's this guy that's in my math class and also in band with me. I think his name is Xexion? Anyway, he complimented my wristband. Looking at him though, I'm not surprised. We seem to have a similar style. I usually wear my black and white hoody half zipped up with a white or black shirt underneath, a matching checkerboard wristband, dark jeans, and black and white vans. He always wears a baggy black hoody, a black t-shirt, black jeans, black spikey wristbands, black converse, black eyeliner… a lot of black. But one thing that wasn't black was his violet hair that was styled, covering one of his bright blue eyes.
My blonde hair is always spiked up and styled too, but I think his hair is pretty cool. He doesn't say much, really he just sits there quietly and will say the occasional snide remark about what someone else said… so that's probably why we can tolerate each other.
We both play in the percussion section. I've been playing drums since I was like 9, so I guess I'm alright at playing the snare and bass drum. Xexion always plays the marimba or xylophone, 'cause I guess he plays the piano outside of class really well. Not that I'd know. He mentioned that he's in a band, so I guess there's that… Maybe he and I'll eventually hang out, who knows?
But my thoughts were interrupted. A guy walked into the band door. He looked a year or two older than me, wearing a tight leather jacket, a black distressed shirt, a studded choker, tight black skinny jeans with holes in the knees, black combat boots, and a playful smirk on his lips. His green eyes had eyeliner and a mischievous glint in them. He stood much taller than me, towering above many of the students. His vibrant spikey red hair contrasted his eyes and outfit in a way that made him stand out even more.
It seemed like he welcomed the attention, or at least didn't mind it. I don't know what it was but I just stared at him a bit, not being able to look away out of curiosity. He was talking to Mr. Ramos, the conductor of the band, with some sort of green paper in his hands. Green like his eyes…
Anyway… He and Mr. Ramos were laughing like they were best friends or something and then he pinned the paper to the bulletin board in the front of the room. He left the room just as fast as he came in. Xexion noticed that I was staring and said, "That's Axel. He's in the band I'm in. He plays bass. Junior." Surprised that he was talking to me, all I could think to say was "Oh. Cool." as I got out my sheet music from my folder and put it on my stand. Class started and we rehearsed our riveting concert bad version of "My Girl" as I felt myself begin to slowly die inside.
After class, my curiosity took over and I found my feet carrying me absent-mindedly to the bulletin board. A couple people gathered around me and looked at the poster curiously, as most ran for the door. I looked at the poster that he pinned up. I was struck by the crudely drawn guitar and stars on it. But after reading it, I learned that it was about him giving guitar lessons.
Huh, Reasonable price. And I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar. Besides, I'm sure my parents would rather hear the sound of a guitar than the loud banging sounds of my drumkit, so I'm sure I could convince them to pay for the lessons if I kept up with my chores or got good grades or something.
Walking to my next class, Biology, I considered taking the guitar lessons with Axel a bit more. I found myself blushing for some reason and shook myself out of it, getting my biology book out of my locker. I went through the crowded hallway, squeezing through groups of people just standing in the middle of the hall. Ugh, people…
Soon I got to my next class, and as I entered the biology room, who else should I see then the very same red headed, green eyed guy smirking playfully at me. "Hey." He said to me. I was shocked to see him so suddenly, and I didn't know what to say.
Author's notes:
Oh snap! What's gonna happen next? Hahahaha! Thanks guys so much for reading the first chapter! I'll try to update regularly when I can. Until next time!
-Dant
