"I hate him."

"Who?"

"Riku. So…so…perfect. It sickens me. How can anyone be like that! Everyone has to have flaws, but Riku just…doesn't!"

"Mmm."

"…I mean all the girls love him! What's he got that I don't? Wait, don't answer that…I'm still good-looking, right? Good at blitz ball and stuff, right? And I'm…well, I'm kind of smart!"

"…This is about Selphie, isn't it?"

A fierce blush settled on the first speaker's face. The second laughed, taking the empty beer can from his friend's hand.

"Don't worry about it! Once she gets turned down by Riku, she'll realise what a great guy you are and will come back to you!"

A small smile formed on the drunken boy, blue eyes still staring at the space in his hands where his beer can had once been held.

"Yeah…you're right, Sora! There's no need for me to get depressed like this!" a drunken declaration, body crashing into the coffee table in front of him as he stood. He blinked, probably confused as to why he seemed taller, before sinking down to his chair again. Head turned towards the six-pack on the table; one can already gone, before the head turned back to his companion. "But…we can still drink the beer, right?"

Another laugh, and Sora reached over to the pack, getting two cans out of the plastic. He tossed one to his friend, opening the tab of his own and lifting it to his lips. He grinned at his friend from behind the can, before laughing again and chugging it down.

This is…Extra Ordinary.

Sora groaned, head dropping to his desk, spiked-up brown hair swishing against each other at the movement. His brain was throbbing from within his skull, sending waves of pain throughout his body. It hurt to move, hurt to think…ugh. Tidus was preaching about how unfair it was that Riku was perfect, but really. Sora should be the one preaching how it wasn't fair that Tidus was able to wake up in the morning without a hangover, and Sora, who had a very low tolerance of alcohol (he couldn't even drink a can before he got drunk!), woke up with what felt like the world's worst hangover. And never mind the fact that it was a Monday! Totally not a good day.

"Man, I'm still totally bummed!" said previously mentioned Tidus exclaimed, plopping into seat in front of Sora's desk. Sora groaned some more, moving his arms slowly to cover his hears.

"Too loud, Tidus!" Sora whined, eyes scrunched closed. The blonde, as usual, paid no attention to his friend, continuing on in the same tone of voice as he used before.

"I mean, I spent like ten dollars on these rings, and now I don't even have a girl to give the ring too!"

Sora opened an eye, staring at his friend. So Tidus too had fallen victim to the latest school thing - buying rings. Oh, it may sound stupid, and when Sora first heard about it he thought so too. But apparently it was the 'in-thing', and when his old girlfriend Yuffie mentioned that she thought the idea was cute, Sora went and got a pair of rings too.

The whole 'ring' thing was pretty simple, actually. Get two rings that were the same, and give it to your girlfriend or boyfriend, your best friend, or yourself. Index finger if you and someone else were best friends, middle finger if you were single, and ring finger if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend. And people looked to see if you did wear one. Sora himself had been wearing one on his middle finger for a long time now - he'd worn it since he had been dating Yuffie, which was a little over two years ago.

Closing his eye again, Sora sighed. People always asked him about his ring, asked whom the other one belonged to. Sora never said whom, just that he liked the ring. Although there definitely were more classy ones out there - his was just a simple silver ring with a gold line running around the center.

"Hey Sora, you don't look so good. You okay?" Tidus asked, as if suddenly realising his friend was not acting like his usual, bouncy, hyper self. His eyes widened, the invisible light bulb lighting up above his head. "Oh! That's right, you don't have a high tolerance of alcohol, do you?"

Sora raised his head, letting his arms drop to his desk as he gave Tidus a glare that read "No shit, Sherlock." But rather than saying that aloud, Sora simply stood up.

"I'm going to go wash up in the bathroom, see if that helps any," Sora said, and without waiting for Tidus' reply walked out the room and down the hall.

Keeping his eyes on the floor, yet still manoeuvring around the random people, Sora made his way to the bathroom. He rubbed at forehead with the sleeve of his uniform shirt, a simple white long-sleeved shirt and black slacks. Pretty boring considering some other school's uniforms, but then again Sora wasn't one to dress up. Give him jeans and a tee shirt over designer clothing any day.

The sound of a toilet flushing brought Sora out of his musing, and he realized that he had been standing in front of the sink for some time. A light tinge of pink coloring his cheeks, Sora removed his ring and placed it on the side of the sink, turning the faucets on. He bent slightly, and cupping the water with his two hands splashed himself. A softly muttered curse to his left made him look up, blinking when he saw whom it was.

Him.

The one they had talked about last night.

Riku.

By now blushing profusely, Sora said quickly, "Ah, I got you wet, didn't I? I'm sorry! Here, let me get out my handkerchief…"

Digging in his pockets in an attempt to find his handkerchief, he stopped when a square of folded white material was trusted into his face. Blinking, he took it, looking up to see Riku's own aquamarine eyes staring back at him.

They stood like that for a moment, before Riku scowled, rolling his eyes and looking at his sleeve.

"Dammit," he cursed, "Its soaked! Watch what you're doing next time!"

Blinking in confusion at the harsh words coming out of his senpai's mouth, Sora scowled right back, though the effect was neutralized as he mopped his face with Riku's handkerchief.

"Its just water!" Sora exclaimed, eyes narrowed and lips formed in his trademark pout. "And besides, this is the ninth graders' bathroom! Tenth graders' are up another floor!"

Scowling more, Riku snatched his handkerchief out of Sora's hands, using it to wipe at his own sleeve. "So what? Is it a crime? Maybe the tenth grader's bathroom is full. Maybe I felt like coming down here. Got a problem with that?"

"You're the one who suddenly starts snapping at me because you got water on your sleeve!" Sora defended. "And besides…" his voice falters, "the others said you were supposed to be nice…so why are you being so…"

"Mean?" Riku asked, his scowl turning into a smirk. "Maybe I just don't like you."

And with that, Riku swept past Sora and out the door.

Scowling, Sora grabbed his ring, clenching it in his fist as he too left the bathroom. What was up with that guy! They hadn't even spoken to before, and now Riku says that he doesn't like Sora? What, was Sora giving off that 'hate me!' vibe or something? Was Riku on drugs? Or…was that how Riku really was to ninth graders when they were all alone…?

Sighing as he entered his classroom again, Sora made his way over to his desk, sitting down and letting his head fall onto the desk. Tidus, who still chatted to his orange-haired friend, turned and glanced at Sora as if to verify he was back yet, before turning back and ending the conversation. The orange-haired boy laughed, saying in his weird accent it was no problem, and Tidus turned around to face Sora.

"S'wrong? You throw up or something? Puke on a girl? Better not have been Selphie, or I swear to God--"

"I didn't puke on anyone Tidus," Sora said monotonously. Tidus gave a sigh of relief, leaning his back against the desk the chair he was sitting in belonged to. "Its just…"

"Yeah?"

Sora paused, before deciding it wasn't worth telling Tidus. The blonde was still upset about Selphie rejecting him when he asked her out on a date, saying she was in love with Riku, and Sora really didn't need to increase Tidus' hate for Riku. There's enough hate in the world, as his mother would say.

"It's nothing."

Tidus gave him a sceptical look, before shrugging and getting his other friend's attention again. Resisting the urge to sigh, the brown-haired teenager let the ring he had kept in his fist all that time fall onto the desk, staring at it as it spun around a little before coming to a stop. Picking it up, he twirled it around in his fingers before putting it on his middle finger.

And then he stared at it.

The ring was too big. It wasn't his, since his fit usually. That meant…

He and Riku must have gotten their rings mixed up.

And as the common phrase used amongst teenagers in Minnesota (and maybe other places) went;

"Hoshit."

Well? Do you love it? Do you hate it? Am I doing something illegal here? Is the phrase 'hoshit' used where you live? Will I make another chapter!

(Also, it's my favorite character, Artemis Fhwn's, birthday today! He's just turned fifteen. Happy Birthday, Artemis!)

(Artemis Fhwn is mine. You hear me? M - I - N - E. Because I made him up. He's my baby that I use on RPGs. Hey, if any of you roleplay, lemme know. I'll roleplay with ya if you want.)