Don't worry, Kingdom Hearts still isn't mine. Have fun reading!
Me and Kairi leave the class together, her gushing about homosexuality, me hating…just everything. Like name a thing and it will have come across my focused laser beam of loathing.
I need to know that kids name though. Swallowing my pride (and a curse-word that rhymes with 'punt') I decide to ask her if she knows it.
"Hey, do you know that kids name?"
Why is she looking at me like that?
I interrupted her, didn't I? Fuck!
This silence has gone on too long. Far, far too long.
I open my mouth to say basically anything, and she immediately begins speaking.
"I don't know it."
Nothing else emanates from her gaping maw of words and sadness.
Are you fucking kidding me? The one time I need this bitch to talk, and she wants to hold her tongue? I'm going to find your house and I'm going to fire-bomb the holy shit out of it, you ignorant skank.
"That's okay, I've got to meet up with someone though, see you later."
"Okay, I guess. Bye."
She doesn't move.
Now we're both just standing next to each other.
She awkwardly walks away from me. I'm kind of offended by that.
Despite the fact that I didn't actually want to see, hear from, or even share oxygen with that high-pitched bitch, I can't believe that she didn't even invite me to hang out with her. What a bitch.
"Roxas, where were you?"
Sora is right there. I swear that I see an aura of gold around him, that's how happy I am to finally see somebody who can finally stop talking for five seconds.
"I wanted to tell you about the cutest boy that I saw! He's so nice and funny and friendly." Sora says.
The worst part about him right now is that he doesn't even know that he is going to ruin my brief reprieve from people if he does this to me right now.
"Tell me about him." I say, leading him to a bench.
Curse my mouth! Why am I doing this to myself? It doesn't make sense!
"Well he just walked up to me and started talking and, next thing I know, we're having lunch together."
God damn, you dolt! Why can't you read an atmosphere? Aren't I making it obvious that I could not find your dumbass infatuation any less interesting if I tried?
"Well, what's his name?" my mouth blurts out with no encouragement.
Okay, previous statement redacted.
"It's Riku!"
Holy fuck! You're a guy Sora. No male's voice is supposed to reach that pitch without the aid of castration.
"That's so nice!"
Seriously, can I shut the fuck up? It is unfair to hold others to that expectation if I'm not going to be able to stop speaking for five fucking seconds.
"I know! And he wants to go to the mall with me on Sunday!" He practically screams it.
I open my mouth to respond, but I'm cut off by a high-pitched whine. I twitch violently and frantically search for Kairi. It's just the bell for the next class. I'm sure that you can see me visibly deflate.
"We'll talk later, okay?" I say, getting up and hoisting my backpack higher up on my shoulders.
"Okay, bye!"
Sweet Jesus, the look on his face says that we most definitely will talk later, and at great length. Yay!
I hold up my schedule.
"R-9?" I read aloud.
What the fuck? When the fuck did letters get into these room-numbers? Where's geometry at, 'batman symbol-34'?
I look around for Sora, really hoping for him to at least point me in the right direction.
He is gone.
Are you fucking kidding me? When did he gain ninja skills?
I fold my schedule up and begin walking in a randomly-selected direction.
3 ½ minutes, and surprisingly few imaginary murders, later, I'm in my English class. The teacher takes my schedule and directs me to my new seat with absolutely zero dick moves. He is officially my favorite teacher.
I walk to the seat and sit down. I hear a giggle beside me.
Wait! That sounds oddly…familiar.
Okay, time for all of your discretion to come into play, Roxas. Glance over, be silent.
"I'm surprised that you didn't manage to do something wrong this time."
What the fuck are the odds that someone—the only person that has openly confronted you—would sit next to you in any given class? Of course, it's just my luck that the stupid bitch from biology who decided to start a fit of giggling would sit right next to me.
"Hi, I'm Roxas!"
Cool, I'm introducing myself. Wow, I'm even holding out my hand to shake. Maybe we just got off on the wrong foot. Like, she just remembered something really funny right as I embarrassed myself-
"I don't really remember asking." She ignores
And then she turns around.
"Excuse me?"
Surely I heard this slut wrong. There is no fucking way that she rebuked my introduction.
"And you're deaf too?"
"Wow, you're a fucking bitch-ass whore-fuck."
Oh, fuck no. I said that out loud.
"What the fuck did you say to me?"
What do I do? How does the entire class hear this and the teacher doesn't?
Okay, obviously I fucked up. I have only one thing to do. Own this shit
"And you're deaf?" Oh, sweet and poetic justice.
Also, holy shit she looks mad. I don't want to die
I always expected to die in some super-dramatic situation. Like the Titanic 2.0, or something.
"Damn Larxene, he burned your punk-ass," says a voice from the back of the room.
No! You fool! Don't make it worse!
"I guess so. I'll get you back though, you dick."
…did that work?
I shoot a hurried look back to my savior before the blonde decides to rescind her stay-of-execution. I get the general impression of red hair and pale skin before I let the joy of semi-colons absorb me.
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