A/N: yay for reviews!! Thank you lovely people who reviewd and thank you to those who are reading! And as one reviewer pointed out yes i am kinda obssessed with Anberlin so all my stories are named after Anberlin songs ^^

Roxas' POV

It had taken me about five seconds to sort the school into groups yesterday. There were the 'cool' kids, who looked like they could care less, the 'smart' kids, who also looked like they could care less, 'preps' which were almost exactly like the cool kids just with more attitude, 'goths, emos, etc' and last but not least there were people like my cousin and his friends. The ones who really couldn't give a shit who you were as long as you didn't bug them.

Nobody was really paying 'the new kid' much attention which was a god sent gift for me. I hated attention. Which made my job really ironic since half the school should probably know me.

…although I'm pretty sure half the girls are getting suspicious.

Whatever. If I draw attention to myself I can always move back in with mom. It wouldn't be any better but it wouldn't be any worse either.

My musings took me right to the gym (and almost into the doors) Shouldn't we have a choice about PE? Not that I'm complaining mind you, I love PE. Only thing that helps me calm down really. I'm just wondering why it's mandatory for seniors.

I shared the class with…Axel and Larxene I think they're names were (really bad with names if you can't tell by now). They were sitting on the bleachers though, completely ignoring the coach. Eh, whatever. Really not my problem.

Five minutes into class and the coach was telling me to take it a bit slower, certain for some reason that I wasn't used to physical activity. Screw that. I pushed it just as hard as anyone else in the class (really not that hard to do) and then some.

Couldn't really tell if the coach was happy that he finally had someone with a drive (yes I'm a bit egotistical when it comes to PE. What about it?) or pissed because I had completely ignored his directions.

It felt good to work my muscles again. Ever since getting 'expelled' from my last school, I hadn't had any way to really do anything without mom breathing down my back.

"Alright class. We're doing our quarter test; stretch what you need to stretch. You have five minutes."

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Axel's POV

Hm…

"Larxene? Is it just me or does Roxas seem to be having…fun?" The smile on his face was different.

He also seemed to be the only one who hadn't noticed that it was just a bit above freezing and we were outside. It was an unusual cold snap (its November yeah but it never gets that cold around here) and the blonde looked like he was at home.

I, on the other hand, was freezing my ass off wishing I had a lighter or something. And I'm pretty sure Larxene was laughing at me. She doesn't feel the cold, evil woman.

"Only a little bit. He looks more relieved than anything." She seemed to think for a second before digging around in her bag. "I knew there was something familiar about him!" Ok. Now I'm confused. She shoved a slightly torn magazine at me. "Look at the front."

I did as I was told. Anything to distract me from the cold.

That guy was on the front again. Black choker, tight pants, fishnet tank under a white tank top that had some symbol on it. He was posing in such a way to make it look like he was pushing off a wall with one foot and standing on the other.

His bright blonde hair was in his face, covering one eye, the other one half lidded.

…I think I'm seeing why half the girls a t our school (and some of the guys) fawned over this magazine. The guy was…I don't want to say the 'h' word I really don't. but it was a pretty close deal.

Oh, side note. I'm gay. Just thought I'd make that clear.

"So…what am I looking at?" Larxene sighed and rolled her eyes, making me even more confused.

"Look carefully dumb ass." I sighed and looked again. A bright blue eye stared out of the cover. Wait…bright blue eyes? Blonde hair?...ah.

"You can't be serious." I looked at her. There's no way this was the same guy who was right now busting his ass on the track for the running part of the test, and enjoying it.

"Aren't models supposed to be snobs? Or at least act a little…I don't know…richer?"

"Stereotypical much?"

"Whatever. I'm just saying, can you really see the little Sora clone down there doing this? Sure they look similar but, them being the same?"

"I see your point but still…"

The bell rang, mercifully saving me from the rest of the conversation.

"Hey Demyx. Where's Roxas?" Second day and he's already missing. Then again…class didn't start for another three minutes.

"He changed classes I think. Sora said he'd be in our People's class later." I twitched when he spoke of That class. Yes I hate it. Any other questions?

It's not necessarily the class I hate though. It would be pretty cool except for the teacher. Ms. Akuma (figures her name is the same as the Japanese word for 'devil'.) Don't say one word out of line it that class and you might live. And she loves to embarrass people just for the heck of it.

Anyway…

"Hey guys. You seen Roxas?" Sora came up behind us, scaring Demyx so bad he fell on the floor. And Zexion was now glaring at Sora while trying to help his boyfriend up.

"Not since this morning. I'm sure he's around Sora." The intercom (I don't know why I call it that) came on, making the entire lunch room be quiet. Habit I guess. Ms. Akuma isn't the only evil faculty member here. The principle is her twin in soul.

"Roxas Sutori, please come to the office. Immediately." The thing clicked off and the cafeteria got loud again. Amazing right?

With Roxas' whereabouts cleared up we went back to talking about basically nothing.

Roxas' POV

Dammit. My name is not Sutori.

"Sutori? Come in." I walked into the office, immediately hating the room. It was polished, ornate, and absolutely pristine. Reminded me of mom. The man behind the desk was another matter though. He was hard, business like, but at least his eyes were alive with something other than greed.

"I'm sure you're aware of why you're here?" I decided to play dumb and just stared at him. "I do not like being made a fool of Mr. Sutori," I twitched the slightest bit I think. The name always did that too me, "and while I don't think you had anything to do with this, your mother is a different matter. All I want to know now is why she didn't tell us you were expelled from your last school."

"Okay, two things Sir. First my name is not Sutori, its Hatsu. Second, I was not expelled. I would have more respect for them if they had expelled me. I don't think them telling me that out of respect for my mother they had decided to ignore every single thing I did. They didn't suspend me until the school board director told them to." I crossed my arms and stared hard at him.

I imagine most kids wouldn't dare look the man in the eye. Forget that. If I can stand to look at mom's face when she's talking to me when most can't, I can deal with this washout.

"Well, Mr. Sutori that is besides the matter. Your mother told us you were clear of anything. I just want to know why she lied."

"Why should I know, or care for that matter, what she told you? And if that's all you want to know then call her yourself."

"I've been trying for the past hour."

"Good job. Most people give up after the first half hour. Try after eight. She's not as busy by then. Can I leave now?" The man sighed and nodded.

"And Mr. Sutori…"

"It's Hatsu. Sutori is my mother."

"Whatever. I'm going to warn you now, no matter what connections your mother has, you pull any of the stunts you did at your last school, you're out of here. Am I understood?"

"Only if you can prove it." I walked out, not really expecting an answer. And if one came, I really didn't care.

Disclaimer: still own nothin but the plot

A/N: Thanx again for all the reviews people! I am getting an idea to form so the chapters should be coming pretty quickly especially with my winter break in two days (yay for no school!!) Please review! (flames are welcome, hey everyone needs something to laugh at right?)