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A/N: Chapter twooooo! Can't have a KH FanFic without Axel, now can you? REVIEWS PLEASE!
Lose It
Chapter 2: Got it memorized?
Roxas' Point of View
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6 weeks came and went. All I could do was spend mind numbing hours in an itchy hospital bed, waiting for the pain meds to kick in while my mom would pace around the room mumbling about how she wasn't going to pay the bill.
Her son has 3 broken ribs, a fractured wrist, two broken fingers and a black eye; and all she's worried about is losing some money?
Bitch…
No one came to visit me in the entire 6 weeks I stayed in the miserable hospital; probably because I didn't know anybody. Not even 'Spiderman' came by!
Spiderman…
That jerks been stuck in my head ever since I woke up in the hospital. Why wouldn't he tell me his name? Why did he even save me?!
Maybe he wanted a medal or something pointless…
Jackass.
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I got out of the hospital on a Friday morning, and they said I still had to stay in bed for the weekend. So the torture of returning to that hell-hole of school would start Monday.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to sleep all weekend. As soon as I stepped into my room for the first time after almost a month and a half, I nearly tripped over about 30 large envelopes scattered among my floor.
"The hell?" I gasped out as I barely caught my fall with my good hand.
"Yeah, I'd find 'em on the front porch when I'd come home from visiting you at the Hospital…" My mom appeared at my side, looking down curiously at the envelopes.
"Why didn't you bring them to me?!" My voice had become slightly more recognizable recently, but it was still weak and raspy.
"You looked tired enough…" She turned and left my room with a careless stride.
I never did like my mother…
I carefully maneuvered my way through my already mess of a room and sat down on my bed which so happened to be covered in envelopes as well. I heard some crackling beneath me and slowly grabbed one from underneath my leg.
"LAY DOWN, ROXAS!" My mom called from somewhere in the house. "No slouching with that cast on your chest!"
I can't slouch, anyway! This thing is rock hard!!
I glared down at the stiff cast wrapped around my chest; just another month or so before I could get this bastard off.
Shaking my head and pulling myself from my thoughts, I lied back down on my bed and stared at the ceiling for a moment before tearing open the mysterious envelope.
Inside was pretty much one of the last things I wanted to see.
At least 15 sheets of Schoolwork.
My eyes widened and anger thundered through me as I saw the small yellow post-it note atop all the paper.
'Get better…' was scribbled in sloppy hand writing, and I could feel my heart pounding against the cast around my chest when I saw what they had signed at the bottom.
'You don't know who.'
HE KNOWS WHERE I LIVE?!
That bastard…
I crushed the small yellow paper in my hand before tearing it into tiny shreds and tossing the small handful as far away from me as I could.
I can't believe it… I can't believe he actually brought me all the work I had missed!
I rolled over onto my stomach and grabbed a pencil covered in bite marks from my night stand and hesitantly got to work.
More like… I flipped through the papers for hours trying to understand what in the world they meant!
Gawd, I'd missed a lot of work…
I went through the rest of the envelopes that weekend, only to find more and more schoolwork and nothing that would help bring me closer to discovering 'Spiderman's' identity. And even more post-it-notes…
'I'll see you 'round… But you won't see me.'
Creepy stalker, much?
Each note was different, all signed the same though in that twisted, kind of spidery handwriting.
'You don't know who.'
Yet!
By Sunday night, I had gone through every envelope and even had a small mountain of yellow post-it-note shreds piled in the corner of my room. I only finished the work in about 3 envelopes, and finally burned the rest in a nice little fire my mom had left going when a cold-front came through.
"What in the world are you burning?!" She'd asked when she came into the living room to see me crumbling up the papers into little balls and tossing them into the blazing fireplace.
"Diary pages." I said flatly, hoping she wouldn't take me seriously.
"That would explain why you keep getting your ass beat…"
I ignored her and tossed the rest of my unfinished schoolwork into the fire, watching it burn longingly.
I'm cold…
I hurried back to my room without a second thought when I began to see those familiar aqua eyes that had been haunting my dreams the last month and a half in the flames.
Why did I open my eyes? Why did I have to see his?
I didn't sleep that night. Not a first.
I only lied awake, eyes wide open and stared at the ceiling; searching for small shapes and figures in the popcorn.
I wouldn't sleep. I couldn't. His eyes had been haunting me since I first saw them, and soon enough I lost interest in sleeping completely.
I'm sick of seeing him when I've only actually seen so little.
My eyes slowly began to close as soon as a tiny ray of disgusting sunshine peeped into my room through the window, and I was almost completely asleep; that is, until my alarm went off.
My entire body jolted slightly at the surprise, and I was wide awake once again. Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of bed and put on some pants and a shirt; not really noticing what I was actually putting on.
I was out of the house in minutes; teeth brushed and hair in its' usual unworldly style. My mind quickly wandered as I slowly and quite hesitantly walked the two blocks to my dreaded school.
How long has it been since I last ate? I wonder what I'm actually wearing! What happened to those guys that beat me up?
I found myself at the front of the school soon enough, and wanted to march right back home when I saw the kids looking at me with surprised expressions.
"Holy crap, he's alive?!"
"Oh my gawd, look, it's him!"
"Is that the guy who—"
"Shh!"
A field of whispers erupted around me and I quickly rushed inside, hurried to my locker and than ran to class as fast as I could. I sat in the back farthest desk and kept my head down as the gossip continued.
"I thought he die— Hey! Ouch— Oh… Sorry…"
I looked up to see what the fuss was about with a nearby student only to see him.
Riku.
I hated him. I hated his every move; his every breath! I hated him because he was so damn gorgeous!
He was the popular guy. You know? The sexy athletic dude who's either envied or despised by every other guy in the school and worshiped by every girl.
Yeah, him.
It was strange, though. He hadn't been in my class before; why would he transfer near the end of first semester? I guess he switched right after I was out of school for those six weeks, but even then… Why?
He sat in the desk next to me, but his attention quickly turned to a few giggling girls as they asked him ridiculous questions.
"So how much do you, like, bench press?"
"Oh my gawd! I bet he bench presses, like, a lot!"
"Like, oh my gawd, I, like, totally agree!"
He never has to say anything! They just go on and on, answering their own questions!
It must be so easy being a conceited, spoiled, ignorant jack-ass.
How I envy him so…
The bell rang and class went by slowly. Very, very slowly. The teacher never once called on me, never once even made eye contact with me throughout the entire class. No one did.
Exactly what I wanted.
I was out of the classroom and on to gym class minutes after the end for class bell rang.
Some of the boys watched me skeptically in the locker room; though that was nothing new. They'd always watched me, shooting nasty glares when I'd look back as if I were checking out their bodies.
"You're not that hot!" I'd once said. That only resulted in a black eye…
But this time, their look was different. They were looking at my body; at all the fading bruises, the ones that just wouldn't go away, and the scars.
Oh gawd, the scars.
Too many, there were just too many.
One boy actually flinched when I pulled off my shirt to reveal a dark purple bruise under my arm, and the cast around my chest.
They hadn't been in the group that had beaten me up, but I'm sure they were a few of the many who had been in the crowd cheering.
I shot them all a glare before pulling on my gym shirt and hurrying into the gym. I wasn't more than a few feet into the giant room when he came into view.
What are the odds?
It was him again, Riku. And damn was he working the gym shorts! The tight shirt didn't seem necessary, but his bulging chest didn't seem to mind.
Jealousy fluttered through me as he jogged around the gym with ease while I stood there looking like an idiot, my shirt too big and my shorts falling off my hips.
Ihateyou, Ihateyou, Ihateyou!
I found it rather odd when I remembered that Riku hadn't been in my gym class before. Why was he suddenly in my classes? Coincidence, I'm sure.
He barely glanced at me as he jogged by, and my heart stopped when his aqua eyes met mine for a small second.
No way. Not possible. He's not that good of a person… Never.
I shook my head a few times before joining the other boys for the usual 10 laps around the gym. Though my jog looked more like a sad kind of limp; it hurts to simply walk!
Gawd, I'm pathetic…
Gym class came and went; I had to sit out through every activity, not that I minded, of course.
But when I got to third period, I started to get a little creeped out.
There he was again! Sitting and looking god-like as ever in a desk near the back, flirting with girls.
What the hell?! His line of teachers was completely different from mine before I nearly died in the school parking lot, why all the sudden would he be in all my classes?
Our eyes met again for half a second as I sat down in the desk next to him, and I wanted to scream when those almost too familiar aqua eyes dug into mine.
Nuh-uh. Not possible. Just a coincidence.
I fell into complete denial when Riku waltzed into my fourth period class; the usual crowd of girls behind him.
Coincidence. Coincidence. Coincidence!!
I shot him a feisty glare as he sat down, yet again, right next to me and he returned an angry, but rather pained looking scowl back at me before returning to his squeaky little crowd of worshipers.
Depression engulfed me when lunch rolled around. I'd been used to not having anyone to sit with, but this time, I couldn't find anywhere to sit.
I took a long, hateful look at the loud crowd of hungry teenagers as they teetered through the lunch line and played around with their friends before turning to leave.
I was inches away from leaving the wretched cafeteria when I heard my name being called out.
"Hey Roxas! Oh Roxas!!"
Someone knows my name?
I turned around slowly to see a tall, pale boy with wildly spikey red hair waving his arm up in the air.
I'd seen this guy before; a reject, like me. But the jocks never messed with him, maybe because he actually had a crowd of friends by his side.
Me, I had no friends. Not one person to stick up for me. Never had, and probably never will.
"GET YOUR BLONDE LITTLE BUTT OVER HERE, ROXAS!" He cried out. I glared at him before reluctantly pushing my way through a crowd of students to see why the hell he wanted to talk to me of all people.
Maybe he's playing a joke or something…
I felt the urge to turn around and run away as I closed the distance between me and what's-his-name, but my legs pressed on and soon I was standing before him and a few other guys at a small table.
"Well don't be shy! Sit down!" The spunky guy with red hair grinned wildly, patting the open space next to him.
"I'd rather not…" I said, looking over at the other guys at the table.
The all looked eager and anxious to see me, their smiles wide and their eyes bright.
"Come on; just sit with us for a little! We won't bite! …Hard…" One said, nudging the other boy beside him.
They all laughed, urging me to sit down next to the red-haired-wonder.
He looked like the older male version of Strawberry Shortcake who'd just shoved a fork in an electrical outlet.
I looked around the cafeteria for a moment, making sure there was no where else to sit before finally settling next to 'Strawberry Shortcake'.
Some of the guys cheered and the rest just stared at me with eager, curious expressions.
"The names Axel." Red-head said to me, smiling widely. "A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"