{A/N: Hello! Sorry for not updating Apollix for so long. I was having my major exams and didn't manage to find time to write. Anyway, I want to thank everybody for reading and supporting Apollix. As you will read later, I changed Apollix's style of writing and so. I will not change the general plot although I will make changes here and there. I hope you guys love this new Apollix as much as I do. I just want to thank you all for patiently waiting for Apollix's updates. Thank you so much. :)}

Chapter 1: Felix

I stood in front of 38 pairs of eyes staring at me intensely and cleared my throat nervously. "I can do this," I told myself. This wasn't the first time I transferred to a new school anyway, I should be used to this. "I can do it!" I mumbled to myself.

"Okay, class," The teacher pat my back supportively, "This is your new classmate, he moved to Ashbrook yesterday. Please welcome him." He then looked at me, and whispered softly, "Come on, introduce yourself."

"I'm… Uh." My voice quivered, "My name is Felix Jones… Uh." I paused. I hated times like this. Whenever I get nervous, my mind became blank and I couldn't think right. "I'm sixteen. Uh." I swore that the class actually looked bored. For some reason, the one-liners that I read up on the Internet the other day popped into my head. I observed every single person in the class; some were yawning. Since I had already screwed this up, I might as well just try it. Preparing myself, I heard myself blurted, "I have photogenic memory, just without the film!" There, I said it! The class gave me a look that probably said, is this guy serious?

Yes. I had definitely made myself the lamest transferee ever in the history of Ashbrook High. "Yes, that was all." I added stupidly. The class stared at me blanking before roaring in laughter. It was my turn to stare at them blankly; I was shocked by their sudden laughter.

"Oh my god, that was the best introduction!" One guy commented, "Photogenic memory without film? That was lame!"

"That was a first! One-liner as an introduction? Seriously?" The guy was laughing so hard that he was rolling over on his stomach. He was laughing so hard that he seemed to be having difficulties breathing.

"You're the best!" A girl was giggling, "Oh, I have another! When I'm not in my right mind, my left mind gets pretty crowded." The class was becoming chaotic as everyone started shouting out stupid one-liners and roaring in laugher. I gave them all a sheepish smile, and felt a stone lifted from my shoulders. I was glad that I did not really screwed up, or I did, or maybe it was a blessing in disguise. I might be able to make friends here after all.

"That sure was a new tactic to be popular, interesting!" I heard a deep beautiful voice chuckled. I glanced around my surroundings, but there were no faces around that fit the voice. Could it be my imagination?

Looking around while the teacher was trying to settle the class down, I made eye contact with a guy with darkness black hair. Although he was seated down, I can see that he was lean and had really long legs. The guy looked Asian, and was wearing a black shirt over a white singlet and denim jeans. The guy seemed to be glaring at me when his eyes suddenly widened as he gave me a questioning look, and then he smirked. I felt a shiver down my spine when he did that and quickly looked away from him.

"Jones?" The teacher gave me a look as he noticed how I was staring blankly into space.

"Sorry?"

"Your seat will be," He pointed his thumb towards the window, "near the window seat, behind Takagi Sho."

I looked towards where he was pointing. Sure enough, it was a window seat, but it was behind the dark-aura Asian. I gulped, there was a lump forming in my throat. "Sure, uh, Mr." I paused. "Sir." I realized that I wasn't paying attention when he told me his name. Wait, did he?

"Oh yes, I have not introduced myself," He smiled, flashing his untidy rows of teeth. "Clinton, Jamie Clinton." He was a small-built man in his thirties, and his eyes were filled with kindness. His hair was a huge blonde mess, and his outfit was not ironed. He truly looked like a huge mess.

"Mr. Clinton. Sure." I nodded, and headed towards my seat. The class had finally settled down and again, all eyes were on me. I felt as though I was a convicted criminal, walking down the hall of shame. When I was finally seated down, it was like I ran fifty rounds around the school. Beaded sweat rolled down my forehead as everyone finally brought their attention back to Clinton. I heaved a sigh of relief.

"Hey," Takagi Sho turned back facing me, his voice was surprisingly warm and pleasant, but lower than I expected. "Felix, huh? I'm Takagi Sho, half-jap." He grinned like the Cheshire cat. Sho extended his hands and gave me a hard handshake as a greeting. Seeing how friendly he was now made me wonder if I actually imagined his glare but I just shrugged it off. "Don't worry, the guys here are pretty friendly. You'll make friends in no time." Sho told me, and I gave him a cheesy smile. Unexpectedly, he was the first friend I had made since I moved to Ashbrook with my younger sister, Felicia.

Of course, I did my research before moving. Ashbrook Reserves was a town with a population at least fifty thousand people and Ashbrook High was their only high school. Even though it was a small town, they were a rich and prosperous one. Almost everyone was rich, and their schools were really huge even if there were not many students. Everybody in the school pretty much knew each other since they were young. They grew up together and they hardly had any new students because they were, sort of, a hidden town.

I looked out of the window, and silently bet to myself that the entire school will be so curious about the transfer student in class 2A, Felix Jones. As expected, the hallway outside my class was blocked during lunch because the curious people, who pretended that they have business with my class and hanged out outside, wanted to check me out like I was an endangered species of pandas.

"I'm hungry," Sho suddenly stood up. "Wanna join me for lunch? I can introduce my friends to you."

I glanced at the crowd outside the class. I wanted to be alone instead, but I knew that if I stayed in class any longer, I would be like an animal caged in the zoo at an exhibit. Between being stared at, like a caged animal, by a bunch of curious people, and meeting a bunch of new friends? Definitely the latter. "Sure," I grinned, standing up and followed him.

Sho brought me to the lunchroom, before dropping in at the garden. There was no one there except for six people sitting at the picnic bench. I could see that they were of different grades and with one look, I could tell that they were Sho's friends. They felt like elites, unlike the ordinary me. It was like they were out of my league. Sho nudged me towards them, and placed his lunch tray beside one of them.

"Hey," He greeted them, as he sat down. While standing, I felt really out of place and awkward. "Meet Felix Jones, the transfer student in my class. Come on, Felix, take a seat!" He grinned at me. The other five had their attention on me. I just smiled.

"Uh, hi?" That was really lame. I stupidly looked on the ground, and sat at the open seat beside Sho.

"Oh, so you're the transfer student. Looking good, don't you?" A drop-dead gorgeous woman with silky wavy light pale blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes sitting opposite me, leaned towards the table, and smiled flirtatiously at me. "I'm Victoria Carey; class 3B." I felt her shoes rubbing against my leg and I shifted uncomfortably, catching a glimpse of what she was wearing. Victoria had a figure that men would drool after and women dying to have. She was wearing a sexy short dress that was hugging her perfect body shape and a pair of high heeled, brown, knee-high cowboy boots. After she saw how uncomfortable I looked, she giggled and dropped her leg.

"I'm Adrian Montville," A guy had hazel-brown eyes and glazed cinnamon colored hair smiled and he looked like a fighter. Even though he had a light scar above right eyebrow, he was still good-looking. He was wearing a striking red tee over his black pants, which would really made him stand out. "I'm from class 3B. Nice to meetcha!"

The guy beside Adrian was slightly different. Compared to Adrian, he was ugly and plain. He has scars on his face, and new cuts all over his arms. Despite the hot weather, he was wearing a long black sweater with a hood over his head. His long messy black hair was covering his eyes but I could see that it was algae-green. There were pimples and scars all over his face. To put it bluntly, he was hideous. "I'm Horace Jules." He gave me a crooked and awkward smile. "I'm from class 1A." He seemed a bit more reserved and shy.

The ginger-blonde guy beside him was a total opposite. His eyes were violet in colour, and he was very good-looking. He first placed his cupped right hand over his chest and bowed slightly. "Salut, mon nom est Lawrence Moretz, Il a été mon plaisir de vous rencontrer." I raised my eyebrow at him, and he chuckled. "What I said was Greetings, my name eez Lawrence Moretz, eet was my pleasure to meet you." He translated with a strong French accent. "I, too, am from class 1A." He was wearing a really flashy outfit.

"My name is Genesis Brown." The last one speaking was a petite and studious looking woman who was seated on the other side of Sho. She was not as pretty as Victoria but her charm was alluring. She had braided copper-red hair, and white spectacles hiding her most gorgeous gray eyes. She smiled gently at me. "Class 3A."

Like Sho, they were friendly people and after a while, I felt myself opening up to them and joking with them as though we were really old friends. Soon, we began talking about anything, creating small conversations with one another. Mostly were directed at me, asking about me as though they wanted to know more about me. Once in a while, they would talk about topics I had no idea about, but they will soon include me in, making me feel as welcomed as possible.

"Felix, do you have a girlfriend?" Victoria popped the question out of nowhere.

"Uh, no." I answered.

"That's a pity. You were so hot too." I felt my cheeks burning at her words. "You're blushing! How cute. Are you shy?" She teased jokingly.

"No!" I denied way too quickly. "I'm not that-."

"Of course you are hot." I heard the beautiful deep voice again; the one I heard in the classroom. I let my guard up and scanned around. Other than us, there was nobody out here in this hot weather. They were all hiding from the Sun, in the air-conditioned Lunchroom.

"Felix?" Sho asked. His face showed a worried expression.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Could it be just me? "Never mind. Nothing." I glanced around again. It was definitely just us in the garden. The voice must be my imagination.

"Jones?" The door connecting the garden and the lunchroom slide open. "Is Felix Jones here?" Confused, I got up from my seat.

"That's me." The guy who asked for me was huge which made me seemed small. His aura was really menacing, as if he wanted to punch me. He glared at me. I shivered. Whatever this guy wanted from me, it could not be good. The guy walked closer towards me, and I did what I often did when I was confused, I raised my eyebrows at him. "So what do you want from me?"

"Acting so corky at this moment, Jones?" Oh yes, wonderful. This guy looked like he wanted to kill me now. "Let's see if you can still act so arrogant after this." Ten or more hooligan-looking men stepped out from behind him. I gulped, and frowned.

"Who are you?" As far as I knew, I sure did not offend anyone from this morning. Wait, did I, unknowingly? "I don't think I know you."

"You don't have to know me." He grabbed me by the collar and flung me towards the lunchroom. I knocked into the tables, and the people shunned me, shocked. Some of them were even screaming, but mostly were just chanting, 'fight, fight, fight!' over and over again. The guy walked towards me and was practically growling now, his eyes shooting daggers at me. There was a sharp pain piercing through my back from where I hit the table. I groaned silently in pain. "I heard that you were showing off during Biology and Chemistry class, and also during Archery class. How cool!" There was a strong sarcasm in his words. "I will show you how cool you are right now." He grabbed me by the shoulder and forced me to my feet. He pulled his fist back and punched me hard. In the stomach.

Well, I definitely saw it coming the moment he pulled back his fist, but it still caught me off guard. It felt like a semi-truck had just slammed into my gut. However, the guy did not stop there. His fist continued to thrust into my stomach for the second time, cutting my oxygen supply as I doubled over. My knees buckled from the force of the blow, I could almost feel my heart beating in my ears as my vision became tunneled. At that moment, all sounds from my surroundings was muted.

As my crumpled body hit the ground, I gasped for air, but oxygen eluded my grasp. My head was swimming as my organs regained their original state, from a smashed pancake to their original life-saving state, and finally, oxygen filled me. I was panting heavily, as the deafening silence regained back into its loud noisy environment.

"That's it?" The guy jeered. I was never the fighter, and obviously, the small damage was a huge impact to my body. "That's truly lame, transferee." The lunchroom was in a huge uproar, there were people jeering and cheering.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Sho shot up from his seat desperately, wanting to come to my rescue. "Felix!" He yelled when I coughed out blood from my mouth. He was a blur to me, however, I saw Genesis's hands shot out and stopped Sho. When my vision cleared, I saw that her eyes were gray no more; they were green. My eyes widened. How could she change her contact lens in such a short time? Could it be the lightings or my eyes playing a trick on me?

"No, Hermes." I heard her said. Genesis was not yelling, neither was she shouting, but her voice, now deeper, was so loud and clear despite the noise. Hermes? Did she just call Sho Hermes? Sho's eyes were worried, and at that moment, I thought I saw his eyes turned white, like he had no pupils. It must be the after-effect of the punch I received from the guy. Only Sho and the first years were worried and agitated at that time, the third years were just calmly sitting down, and doing whatever they were doing. Like I was invisible, like the fight did not happen. Genesis turned and her green eyes bored into mine. "It's time you show yourself, Apollo." It was as though she was speaking to me.

"I could forgive you for that," The guy, now bellowing, brought my attention back to him. "But," He paused dramatically, grabbing me by my collar again. "I could not forgive when you flirt with my girl!"

Who was his girl, I wondered as he pulled his fist back again. My eyes were shut tightly as I prepared myself for his fist. At that moment, however, I got a feeling that someone was controlling my body when my hands suddenly shot up to the hand holding onto my collar.

"It's my time, huh?" I heard the beautiful voice again, and it seemed to come from within me this time. Having the warm feeling of someone taking over, I lost control of my body and there was a stinging itch on my head as though my hair was bleached. After that, I felt myself losing contact with the reality, although I'm still seeing things through my eyes, as though I was watch a movie through a huge screen.

"Wha-?" my voice echoed as if I was in a huge room all by myself. I could not make out what was happening but all I knew was, I did not pass out.

"Uh-uh, not my face, you ogre!" I heard myself saying, yet it was definitely not my voice even if it sounded really familiar. My hand, or not, then jerked my collar away from the bulky guy and in a swift motion, return his punch hard on his jaw. There was a stinging pain on my knuckles, but it sure felt good, especially when the guy flew backwards. My hands were then swinging in the air, as though doing that would make the pain would go away.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone." The hand that was supposedly mine brushed against my hair as my head was flipped to the side, creating a refreshing sensation.

That was not me, there was no way I would ever do something like this. Then finally, I realized something all too late. The all-too-familiar voice was the deep and beautiful voice that was haunting me since this morning, and it was projected from my throat. It took me a long while but I finally understood what was going on.

I was definitely possessed.