Antonymic
Chapter Three

"Hot and Cold"

The more Sora thought about, the less of a good idea it sounded as he played it over and over in his head.

"Now, don't flake out tomorrow, or else," Olette had said.

…Fuck.

Sora scowled in sixth period Chemistry, groaning whenever Ms. Trepe mentioned something similar to an assignment. If Sora had his period, today would most definitely be categorized as PMS day number One.

"Sora? You're digging the pen into the desk, man…"

Hayner leaned over, examining the deep black marks scraping against the desk material. Sora flicked the pen away, not caring it was on the floor, and continued to glower at the blonde woman at the front of the class, talking about fucking Kinetics, and the fucking Collision Theory.

…When the fuck was he going to use this stuff, anyway? When he because a Rocket Scientist?

Sora groaned again, sitting up in the seat, and watching as Hayner set his pen back on his desk. "You alright, Sora?"

He sighed, glancing at Ms. Trepe for any sign of suspicion. "I can't see the damn notes. Her writing is like chicken scratches-"

Hayner glanced up at the purple pen marks on the overhead, reading them clear as day.

Sora continued, "Plus Olette's making me talk to Kairi after school…"

"That Emo chick with the hair?"

Sora raised an eyebrow, "Y-yeah…Her. I don't know what to say; I've never talked to her a day in my life!"

"She's only making you talk to her because you already say you hate her, and she wants you-"

"Mr. Ramori, Mr. Hikaru, please repeat what I just said."

Both of their heads snapped to meet the young, dangerously flashing eyes of Ms. Trepe, with all of her Hands-On-Hips glory.

"The collision theory states that the molecules in a closed environment have to hit hard enough so that a reaction can occur?"

"…After that, Sora."

"Oh…"

Ms. Trepe sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose, and pointing toward the back of the room, "Sora, take a seat in the back before you get a detention."

"But-" Sora began, stopping his own sentence when her eyes flashed again. He grabbed his backpack, walked to a chair in the back of the room, dropped his bag loudly and sat down as Ms. Trepe continued with her boring lecture.

… About Kinetics.

Ms. Trepe had to have the worst fucking handwriting in the entire fucking world. Was that an R or a P? Sora groaned, massaging the bridge of his nose, and squinting up at the overhead.

No use.

He sat back into the chair, and began doodling pictures in his notebook, like the one of Ms. Trepe getting hit with some sort of bird in the face, or the stick figure that was supposed to look like Hayner thinking naughty thoughts of stick-figure boobies.

Sora laughed.

It was going to be a loooong sixth period…

After being rudely awakened by the obnoxious (but oh-so-welcomed) tone of the bell, Sora trudged outside of the room, nearly bumping into Olette.

She gave him a grin, grabbed his free arm from carrying his skateboard, and pulled him passed the lockers, past the student store, and into the quad.

And there, in all of her Emotionally Hardcore glory, stood Kairi at the edge of the campus near the bus pickups, probably waiting for her ride.

Sora sighed, taking back his arm and straightening his shirt, "Yanno, Olette, I have detention-

Olette glared, "Don't try to get out of this one. Besides, detention never starts until 2:15, numb-nuts, you have ten minutes."

Sora groaned, took a deep, deep, breath, glanced at Olette and began his death-march. He dodged a few oncoming bodies and walked off the grass, taking another glance and Olette, smiling her little this-will-only-do-you-good-smile of hers and waving from the other side of the quad.

Another breath, and Sora began walking again, spotting her a little ahead of him, standing on the curb of the street, looking around for probably her rich daddy's car. What was he doing?

Sora? Talk to some rich kid who thinks they have nothing going for them? Yeah, right.

Sora was about to just stop, and turn around and go home. No, he didn't really have any damn detention to serve; he was home free.

He didn't stop though. Olette was right in some ways; Kairi never had any change around her, and dammit, it was annoying.

He stood a few feet away from her, stopping in his tracks, and bringing up his arm. He hesitated, taking a short breath, leaning forward and —

Upon seeing a familiar car and face, Kairi began to trudge toward her father's car, not noticing Sora's graceful stumble. He managed to keep from falling and stood straight, watching Kairi move around the front of the car, open the passenger seat door, drop her backpack inside, and slam the door as she got in with her arms tightly crossed over her chest.

Sora narrowed his eyes, adjusting the strap of his bag and turning back to meet Olette. She walked up meet him, stifling her laughs and patting his shoulder.

"Nice try Sora; maybe next time, you should speed it up a little."

"Ya think?"

Olette giggled, hugging him gently around the waist, "Well, the point is you didn't chicken out. I'm proud of you."

Sora smiled triumphantly.

"Now, maybe we could do a better job tomorrow."

Sora frowned, and raised an eyebrow.

"You want to put me through that, again?"

Olette grinned, "Oh, Sora, when the horse bucks you off, you gotta get back on!"

"That's not how that phrase goes."

"Not the point." Olette began walking toward the general direction of Sora's house, implying that she was coming over for a visit despite what Sora said, and because Mrs. Hikaru simply LOVED Olette, and wouldn't mind the company either.

They reached the opposite edge of the campus and began the walk to Sora's place. It wasn't too far; a couple blocks, around a park, through the alley for the long way, or over a brick wall for the shortcut. They went through the alley; Olette was wearing a skirt.

They reached the empty driveway, and Sora retrieved his key from his pocket and closed the door as they walked inside.

Almost instantly-

Almost-

Sora was thrown onto the sofa after dropping his bag, followed suit with Olette pouncing on top of him. It was almost ritualistic when Olette came to visit; Sora would be pinned to the couch for as long as Olette pleased (because she owned the damn place), and something else interesting would happen, and then she would leave around probably eleven.

Depending on when Mrs. Hikaru was coming home that day.

And this day was no exception.

Olette giggled, grabbed the fabric of his shirt, leaned down gently and brushed her lips against his. Sora stifled the roll of his eyes; Olette guaranteed no boundaries, boyfriend or not.

She sat up, dragging her fingers across a few of his spikes.

"Yanno, Sora..." She began, dropping her hand back onto his chest to join the other one, still fisting a bundle of his shirt.

"We have to stop doing this every time you come over to my house?"

She laughed, "Totally."

She dismounted Sora and sat on a vacant spot on the couch and let him sit up to meet her.

"So what should I know?"

"I think it's a nice thing you're going to do for Kairi."

Damn did Olette like to bring up things Sora wished never were.

"I mean, she seems like a nice person, but everyone's just kind of...intimidated to get remotely close to her, yanno?"

"Like?" Now he was curious.

"Her dad's filthy fricken rich, her mother I guess is neglective, and who knows WHAT that would spark in someone like her," She paused.

"And she's been in the Nut Hut, for crying out loud."

"Yeah, tell me somethin' I don't know, Olette."

She laughed again, reaching up and gently bumping their lips together again. "I think this'll really do you some good, Sora. You haven't really changed a lot since freshman year."

Sora furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you calling me immature?"

She laughed again and stood up, and waltzed over to her discarded backpack, "Say, you wanna help me with my Geometry homework?

The event from yesterday, still fresh in his mind, fueled some sort of drive in Sora; now he actually, kind of, sort of, not-really wanted to talk to Kairi. Olette suggested just strutting up to her and introducing himself, but that approach didn't seem very…Sora-Like.

He sighed, turning back to find the group, save from Roxas.

Sora raised an eyebrow, glancing around one more time. He spotted Hayner and Pence yelling about something, when Pence suddenly raised his arms, "It was THIS BIG!"

That was an odd conversation to eavesdrop into.

He walked over anyway.

He glanced at Pence with a questioning look, and turned up to Hayner, "You seen Roxas today?"

"He was here this mornin'." He said, dropping down and straddling the bench. Sora sighed, readjusting the backpack strap.

"Nah," Pence began, "He's off with some girl he met."

"…Roxas meets girls?"

Pence chuckled, "Well, yanno, he looks nothing like Frankenstein; it's not like he wouldn't."

"Yeah Sora, at least Roxas isn't afraid to talk to girls."

"I'm not afraid, either." Sora crossed his arms, and leaned on the pillar next to the bench. "I don't want to talk to her, anyways."

"That's not what Olette says." Pence said, leaning against the same pillar.

"Olette can say all she wants. I'm not afraid."

"Petty argument, Sora; I'd say Olette's right."

Sora glared at the blond. Yeah, scared of some girl who knows her way around a razor blade, oh-so-scary.

"Whatever. I don't care what you guys think – I'm not afraid-"

"Shh, here she comes." Pence said, watching amusedly as Sora jumped to attention and looked around.

Hayner laughed, "Yeah – Not afraid, alright."

Sora huffed, glancing between the two boys, "Fine; you think I'm scared? I'll prove I'm not scared a' no girl!"

He dropped his backpack (very Un-Sora-Like), and stormed in the direction of the shorter redheaded girl. His confidence burned brightly through his blue eyes, slightly narrowed in annoyance.

He stopped and stood above the smaller girl, casting a shadow over her. She glanced up at him, almost timidly, and suddenly every ounce of confidence he had was gone with a resounding poof.

Oh, shit.

"U-uhh-hh…" He stuttered, confused when she grabbed a book of hers and stood to meet him. She stood as tall as his chin with her toes slightly pointed in and gently adjusted her backpack strap.

She looked up at him shyly and smiled, "Hi, I'm Kairi."

Sora blinked at her tiny outstretched hand, taking it gently in his own, "I-I'm…Sora. Sora Hikaru."

She laughed gently, glancing back up at him, "So, Sora, is there something I could help you with?"

Sora stared down at her wide-eyed, blinking a few time and stuttering to find something that didn't sound too stupid.

"U-uhmmm… I-I just wanted to say that you had n-nice…" He glanced around quickly. "Shoes! You have nice shoes! I like them! Very, very, very much! I'm getting a pair of them myself, f-for my birthday!" He chuckled nervously.

He blinked at her incredulous look, and looked down at the flat, Fallon Skimmer shoes, accented with a belt buckle and decorated with small white skulls; a rather girly shoe.

Their eyes met again, Kairi's eyebrow arced, "Your birthday, huh?"

Sora swallowed hard, "Uh… Yeah…?"

Kairi nodded, and paused for a moment.

"…Are you gay?"

"What!?" He yelped, putting his hands up defensively, "Me? Gay? No, nonononono! I'm getting those for my birthday because… My-my dog likes to eat my shoes so I need a pair to…distract him so…I can get my Vans back in the mornings…?"

Kairi smirked, which turned lightly into a laugh. Sora watched as she doubled over, clutching onto her backpack as she laughed. Sora chuckled shortly afterwards, watching her rise, gently swiping the rivulets in the corners of her eyes.

She spoke through her giggles, "Do you even have a dog?"

Sora scratched his head, "Actually, no I don't. I just wanted an excuse to come over here, and talk about your…shoes. I guess."

She laughed again, "Well that was the highlight of my day." She used her red and black striped sleeves to clear the rest of the tears. "That was pretty good."

Kairi stood straight and readjusted her backpack, sighing when the toll of the bell rang through the school.

"I'll see you later, Sora. You have Gym now, right? I've got Highwind."

"Y-yeah…"

"Hope your dog doesn't chew up your Vans too bad." She said, walking off is some random direction Sora forgot to take note of.

Was that the Gym or the cafeteria?

He shrugged it off, when suddenly he was in Hayner's headlock, "Dude, you did it!"

Sora shoved the blond off of him and straightened his hair. He glanced at the two of them, grabbed his bag that Pence had been holding, and slung it over his shoulder.

He huffed, "Told you I wasn't afraid a' no girl…"

He jogged to catch up to Kairi, leaving Pence and Hayner behind.

"Well…" Hayner began, crossing his arms, and glancing at his shorter, stouter friend.

"He ain't afraid a' no girls, that's fo-show."

Hayner grinned, hitting the younger male on the shoulder and heading off to fifth period.

A/N: I'm already creating an OST for the story (now that I know WTF an OST is). I heard a couple songs coming home from Patterson, Cali to San Jo. I dunno, a couple songs on the radio really reminded me of cute little moments coming up in the story…so…I decided to record em' in there some way.

:D

And I've already decided on all the pairings! No more, no less. I feel accomplished.

:D :D

-Much Love