Charisma.
Okay, so this is my first upload on here. Read, review, and shoot me down. Watch out for language, boys' love, and possibly mature themes later on. ~Salem
Chapter One: Zexion's POV
I woke up to the heavy beat of drums blaring out of my stereo speakers. I guess I left it on all night. My dad wasn't going to be too happy about that.
I dragged myself out of bed, still in yesterday's clothes. I changed quickly, then turned off my music, listening for any sign of my dad upstairs. There came none, so I grabbed my backpack and crept out the back door as quietly as I could.
It was raining when I got outside, but the bus stop was close, so it wasn't so bad. I huddled under the small shelter, waiting for the bus to arrive. Thunder rolled in the distance.
What an uneventful day, I thought. Let's just hope it stays that way.
The pulled up then, jarring me out of my thoughts. I got on, preparing myself for another
boring day at school.
The ride to school was nice and uneventful, just like I had hoped. I managed to get into school and my classroom without too much crap from the other students.
I plunked myself down in my chair, and proceeded to trace the wood pattern on my desk, dutifully not listening to the teacher. I was having a fine time, when he walked in. He being the one person who managed to kill my perfectly uneventful day with his very presence.
"Class, this is Demyx. He just transferred here from Traverse Town, so let's make him feel welcome, " the teacher said. I looked up in curiosity, and just about shot myself.
This kid looked like a total idiot. He was tall, skinny, and sported this crazy light-brown mullet. He got some credit for his band t-shirt and red jeans, but then entered the negative zone as I notice the Pikachu backpack. That, and the fact that he was soaked.
Wow, he is going to get extremely annoying, I can tell. It looks like an eight-year-old possessed the body of a teenager, I thought. I sighed. Of all the places in the world, why did he move here?
The new kid sat in the empty seat next to Axel, the two of them immediately befriending each other. To turn my attention away from him, I tried actually listening to the teacher.
"Alright, now that that's settled, who can tell me the answer to this question. A multicellular living thing is called a what?" She said, and I shot my hand up for the heck of it. The teacher scanned the room, and I waved my hand a bit in the air. Her eyes landed on the new kid and Axel chatting, and my heart sank. She was going to call on them. And I was the one who actually knew the answer. I practically jumped out of my seat trying to get her to call on me. I needed a sign or something.
"Demyx! Since you seem to know the answer, why don't you tell all of us, " she said sweetly, an evil glint in her eyes. Demyx stared up at her in surprise and blushed.
"Um...uh...eukaryote?" He guessed, a wildly hopeful expression on his face. I collapsed into my seat, shocked and pissed beyond reason. How in the hell did he do that? The teacher obviously wondered that too, because she simply nodded and continued teaching.
I glared at the back of his head, hoping he could feel my gaze. I decided that I did not like him very much at all.