My dear dear Reviewers, I'm sooo sorry! DX I haven't updated in such a long time, I feel absolutely terrible. I know I had tons of opportunities to update but I've just been procrastinating. I'm really sorry. But it came out pretty long...so...lol?
On a happier note, I've been reading like crazy...Just finished Wuthering Heights a few days ago. OMFG I TOTALLY HATE HEATHCLIFF! Hareton and Catherine made up for it thought :D, lol I've also been getting into the Runaways and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts...i know totally random right? Sorry I'm boring you with my trivial interests.
Ok, back to this chapter. Um, well it's got tons and tons of angst, like seriously T_T', you have been warned! I really don't like this chapter (surprise)...and again it took a lot out of me to write. I've been staring at this blank page for the longest...
Anyway, I won't keep you long, so enjoy the chapter :D
I DON'T OWN KH SO DON'T SUE BLAH BLAH BLAH WHATEVER
All together we accumulated more than enough munny for the T.V replacement. The only problem was the shipping. It would take two days, and seeing as Hayner's parents would come back on tomorrow didn't really help. So in the end, it was pretty useless. Hayner's parents would find out he threw a party while they were away, his friends broke the T.V, and that they would never be able to trust him again… Things were looking bleak.
"I'm still screwed," Hayner moaned in the middle recliner seats. His hands were buried in his face, wiping what I assumed to be tears. Olette was quick to pat his shoulder, wearing a sympathetic expression.
"At least we had the munny to replace it," She reasoned, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Imagine how much more trouble you would have been if your parents would have come home to a broken T.V."
"Ollie! They're still going to come back to a broken T.V because the new one won't be there yet!" He complained.
"I don't think you're getting my point…" She mumbled, removing her hand and leaning back in her seat.
I had to stifle a giggle, and Sora stuffed the back of his hand in his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.
"What are you two laughing at?" Olette probed. I was about to retort a smart-aleck comment, but suddenly the car pulled up into my house driveway.
"Who's house?" Olette's mom asked lazily, putting the car on park to wait.
"Mine," I chirped, unbuckling my seat belt. Sora unbuckled and jumped out of the car to let me out. I turned abruptly, with a small smile on my face as Sora returned it. "Um…bye."
He shut the door, and looked down at me curiously for a second before chuckling, grabbing my hand and pulling him along with him.
"You- I don't think you can come in…" I started wildly, feeling my face flush angrily. I couldn't! I mean I haven't even told my own mom about him! And I haven't been his girlfriend for over thirty minutes! He was moving way too fast. I opened my mouth again to protest but he put his hand up.
"I'm walking you to your door, silly don't freak out!" He teased, good-naturedly. I caught a glimpse of Olette's mom raising an eyebrow at us, Olette absolutely beaming, and Pence giving Sora the thumbs up. I face palmed.
"I'll be back in a second, I promise!" He called over his shoulder to Olette's mom. He tugged me along until I was walking side-by-side instead of behind him. I climbed the steps of the porch, and Sora did along with me. Was he planning to walk me all the way to the door or what? Well he did the last time. Then again we weren't technically dating last time.
I paused at the front door waiting for him to turn and walk back to the car but he stayed in place. Sora's blue eyes burned through me with its unusual innocence. His lips curved into a gentle smile.
I smiled back, feeling a surge of confidence run through me. Really what did I have to be nervous about now? He was my…my boyfriend. It still sounded a little funny in my head. As if reading my thoughts, his grin widened to reveal his shiny set of teeth and I couldn't help but giggle.
"What are you laughing at?" He pouted.
"You," I admitted honestly. He moved closer, leaned down, until we were almost at eye level.
"Meanie," He whispered. His breath beating against my lips sent cold tingles down my spine. I licked my lips nervously. My fingers curled into fists and then out again. I felt his hand touch my arm lightly, almost invitingly. He closed his blue eyes and I knew what was coming next. I closed mine but then opened them. Was I supposed to do this? Why am I freaking out? I kissed him just fine earlier. Besides it's not like I haven't had kissing experience before… My face flushed a deep red and it had nothing to do with the close proximity of Sora.
Stupid, Kairi, focus, Sora is about to kiss you right now and you're letting your mind go astray!
Just as I was about to close my eyes and let Sora have his way with me (sounds so wrong but whatever) a high and loud wolf whistle rang through my ears. I spun my head around quickly looking for the source; Sora's lips crash landed on my cheek.
My blood boiled as I glared at the parked car in my drive way.
"Kiss her already!" I heard Olette's annoyed voice through the rolled down car window. More wolf whistles were made. I squinted to find Olette poke her head out the window, pumping her fist in the air making more whistles. If I looked deeper I would have found Pence making kissy faces. Hayner was still moping in the background and Olette's mom looked irritated as hell. Heck I would be too, driving these crazy teenagers around.
I turned back to Sora who had stepped back. He was running a hand through his messy spikes awkwardly. His tanned face was stained with angry, embarrassed pink blotches.
"I think you should go… They are kind of waiting on you," I pointed out. He looked over uneasily. His face was torn between anger and humiliation.
I averted my eyes. Out of all the times we've been together he chose now to be all shy?
"Yeah," He mumbled, looking down at his shoes. I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by a loud commotion coming from the car again.
"Kiss her! Kiss her!"
"Ravish her!"
"Ew that's gross Pence, not in front of my mom!"
"OIette what kind of friends do you hang out with!"
"Sorry Mom, Pence isn't really my friend."
"What! Yeah I am!"
"Ok fine he is…he's just a weirdo.."
"SUCK HER FACE OFF!"
"Pence!"
"This is like real live porn!"
"PENCE!"
Sora ran a hand through his messy spikes more violently by the second. I coughed, looking up at him and then down. My cheeks were flushed brilliantly and I didn't think they would ever be my normal color again.
"He is right though," Sora mumbled quietly. I gasped and backed away.
"This isn't like a porno you sick-"
"No!" He protested defensively, his face really red at this point. "I just meant that this is about the time I give you a goodbye kiss…" He trailed off, giving me knowing look. I stayed still for a moment before nodding my head uneasily. What was I supposed to say? If were ever going to kiss those idiots in the car screwed up the moment.
I kept my gaze firmly glued to the floor. I heard Sora clear his throat loudly. And I saw him shift his weight between his two feet.
"Uh, Kairi? He whispered; I heard him clearly despite how low his voice was. I think that's when I realized he moved closer to me. My eyes immediately flashed upwards to find his tanned face a few inches from mine. His expression was expectant and a little flustered. His lips pulled into a soft smile and I couldn't help but give him a returning grin. My cheeks reddened in seconds.
Sora leaned into me before I had time to register that we were supposed to start leaning in to each other. His lips brushed against mine quickly. But it was enough to feel the smile on his lips and to taste the peppermint off of his mouth. And I realized that kissing Sora was very similar to eating a candy cane. I almost laughed out loud at that thought.
"I'll call you later." He promised, giving me a reassuring wink. I smiled, nodding, slightly dazed from the kiss. I turned and without thinking crashed into the front door.
"Ow!"
I heard Sora's soft chuckle in the background.
"You have to open the door first, Kairi," He teased.
"Ah, right," I mumbled, flushing incredibly. I opened the door and slammed it quickly behind me. I didn't even wait until Sora walked into the car. My shoulders relaxed once I heard the car restart and drive off.
My heart was pounding loudly inside my chest and I seriously felt like I was floating. I let out a big happy sigh. The smile was still on my face.
"Someone's happy," My mom's sarcastic voice came from the living room. Crap! I looked around and found her standing by the window that had like the best view of the front porch. Double crap!
"Um…sure," I supplied, making a run for the stairs. But before I could I felt her latch an arm around me and pull me back into the living room.
"Who's the boy huh?" She probed, with an all-knowing-smile. I pulled away from her angrily, fixing my shirt.
"None of your beeswax," I huffed.
"Of course it's my beeswax! I'm the queen bee!" She snapped, giving me the authority look and I knew immediately that I'd end up spilling all.
"Nobody…he's just a- er friend," I muttered uncertainly. Did I want my mom to know I have a… a boyfriend now?
"Really now? The boy practically stalks you…" She trailed off, implying something else. I caved.
"Ok…he's my friend…that's a boy, in which the word boy comes before the word friend to make one word." I rambled on stupidly.
I peeked up at my mom's expression. At first it was confusion, then shock, than absolute excitement.
"Boyfriend? Him? You!" She cried, staring at me wildly. I winced and looked away embarrassed. Her eyes flashed to the door I came in from and then back at me. "He's cute!"
"Yeah…"I admitted exasperatedly, my face heating up. Now I knew why I was so hesitant to tell her.
"Since when? I want to hear all about it!" She gushed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I face palmed.
"Mom!"
"C'mon Kairi, this is exciting! I never would have thought in a million years you'd ever get a boyfriend in high school!" She babbled, wearing a huge grin.
I frowned. "Yeah…thanks….Mom. I appreciate your unwavering confidence in my dating abilities."
"I mean don't take it wrong!" She pleaded, her smile falling into a frown. "I just thought you were a little socially retarded. But I'm so glad I was wrong!" Her smile was back in place, if anything, wider than before. My frown deepened and my cheeks darkened.
I opened my mouth to mumble out another sarcastic remark but I couldn't come up with one. I bowed my head, glaring at the floor before turning around and climbed up the stairs.
"Night Mom, all this socializing is making me tired," I cried out falsely, over my shoulder.
"Oh before I forget! I should tell you that Namine's parents called me earlier today." She started. I could easily hear the tone in her voice slipping back into the authority one. I looked over my shoulder curiously.
"Really? What about?"
"Apparently they had no idea she was with you, last night." I could feel her eyes piercing through mine, trying to find any ounce of guilt on my face. I tried to keep my expression politely curious. But that proved to be a struggle under my mother's probing gaze.
"Oh…sorry, I thought she called her parents." I admitted, which was true.
"Her parents tried to call her but only reached her voicemail. Isn't that odd?" She questioned. I felt myself audibly gulp. "It was almost like she was avoiding their calls, no?"
Not her parent's calls, to be exact.
"Maybe her phone died?" I lied.
"Hmm, I don't think so. Seeing as she called them back this morning." My mom retorted, her lips pulled down into a disapproving frown.
"Well that's weird isn't it?" I laughed uneasily.
"Why wouldn't she answer her phone?" She asked suspiciously. One of her eyebrows raised and I knew she was saving this face for the real interrogation. Crap. What do I do? Should I tell her the real reason? It's not my reason to tell. But Namine's being…just really stupid lately. Maybe she needs to be ratted out.
"Namine and Riku got in a fight…so she's not talking to him right now." I confessed guiltily, staring at my shoes.
"Why would they fight?"
"I don't know! I don't butt in their sick relationship!" I snapped.
"Kairi…"
"What?"
"Is there something else you're hiding?"
Oh nothing… besides the fact that Namine's a moron who's letting an even bigger moron hurt her.
"No." I said.
"Kairi, Namine's not here right now, it's ok." She assured me. I pressed my lips into a firm tight line. That's it. I won't say anything else, I thought. God, Namine was going to kill me. The next thing I know will happen is my mom calling her mom and then there'll be this whole intervention and Namine would hate me forever.
I looked away from my mom, turning back and continued to climb the stairs. But my mom's next words made me stop in my tracks.
"Kairi, I know there's something else."
"Did Namine's parents put you up to this?" I asked angrily.
"They are concerned." She admitted seriously. "She's not drawing anymore."
I froze. I knew instantly that this was a bad sign. A very bad sign. It was like hell turned into an icy wonderland, no scratch that, wasteland. Namine not drawing was like –I don't know, me liking Seifer. Just impossible. She always had her sketchbook with her. It was like her freakin' diary. The last time she stopped drawing was when her grandma died. I don't know what happened but whatever she experienced sort of traumatized her. She stopped talking then too. It was months before she was the same again.
I shook my head clearing my thoughts. I'm not giving Namine enough credit. She's old enough now, to know what's best for her… right? My gut rumbled doubtfully. Somehow I couldn't help but disagree with myself.
"She told me she was going to draw today," I said indifferently. "Honestly mom, I think you're blowing this way out of proportion."
I didn't wait for her to respond. I climbed the rest of the stairs, yanked open my door and slammed it. My blood was boiling angrily. How did a teasing conversation about Sora lead to a lying fest about Namine?
My head burst into little fits of spazz attacks. At this moment I really didn't know what to feel. I mean at first the joy from finally being Sora's girlfriend (after years of hoping) occupied my head. Then Namine popped into my mind, her bruises flashing at me in a mocking sort of way. Then it was Riku and his stupid smirk with his stupid hair and stupid charm that stupid Namine seems to have fallen under. Her parents and my mom revolved around my head next. What were they going to do? The guilt drowned me. Should I have told my mom about the bruises? Any good friend would have, regardless if Namine would have gotten mad. I mean it's concerning her safety. But then I'd be betraying her trust. But it's not like she ever really tells me anything anymore.
I slapped my forehead angrily. Great Kairi, just great, you're such a good friend.
And then to my discomfort, Roxas barged his way into my mind. His blue eyes, smiling face, and blond hair interrupting my sudden anger towards myself. His eyes turned cold and distant suddenly and his face was worse than a grimace.
"You're going to end up just like Namine,"
"I hate you!"
"I love you!"
My chest constricted painfully and I curled myself into a ball.
What am I supposed to do?
x.X.x
The next morning I woke up to find my mom flashing me that same suspicious stare she was giving me last night. I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at her. I ate my breakfast calmly avoiding her gaze.
When I walked outside, I figured I'd walk to school with Namine, now that she's not on speaking terms with Riku. I felt partly glad because of this, and partly sympathetic only because of Namine's current state. I went over next door and knocked, waiting patiently to see my friend bursting through the door to greet me. Instead I was met with an older looking version of said friend.
"Oh hi there Kairi," Namine's mom said stiffly. I never really liked her mom, she always walked around like there was stick up her butt and was always wearing high heels regardless of what she was doing. Her make up was always done perfectly and she was like the ideal movie star mom. I'm so glad Namine didn't turn out that way.
I cleared my throat and looked away. I pulled my lips into a small respectful grin, I saved for the parentals.
"Um, is Namine still here? I was thinking that we could walk to school," I started to say before her mom cut me off.
"Namine's not feeling well today," She said sharply, giving me a knowing look, as if she knew something that I obviously didn't. I felt my polite smile wipe off my face slowly.
"She's not going to school?" I probed, trying to look over her shoulder in hopes that I'd see her. Namine's mom blocked my view once she realized what I was doing.
"No she isn't, so I'd advise that you carry on," She replied stiffly, giving me the once over. I pursed my lips and looked down guiltily. What on earth was her problem? I knew her mom had weird ego issues but this was different. It was almost like she was blaming me for Namine's sudden illness.
"How sick is she?" I pressed, disregarding her advice.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Oh? You're worried are you?" She sneered, and I felt my face flush in anger.
OF course I'm worried dip shit, I thought furiously.
"Yeah, I am," I snapped, trying to keep my steady tone intact but failing entirely. Her eyebrows rose in shock before her lips pulled into a smirk.
"What a great friend you are," She replied. I could clearly hear her voice dripping with intense sarcasm.
"The very best," I said coldly, crossing my arms over my chest. We both glared at each other. I would have felt really ashamed for doing this, but this lady was seriously pissing me off.
"I think you should go now, you'll be late for school." She finally said.
"Please tell Namine I came. And-" I stopped myself from saying I'd stop by later, because something in her mother's eyes told me I wasn't welcome. I cleared my throat again awkwardly. "And um, tell her I hope she gets better."
She nodded once, before shutting the door in my face. I huffed for a few seconds glaring at the door, before backing up and walking to school.
There was only one thought running through my head, what the hell?
x.X.x
Namine's mom was right; I was late for school. When I walked into homeroom five minutes late, which was pretty much like halfway into that period already, the teacher shot me dirty look. I blushed apologetically, stumbling to my seat in the back.
My eyes instinctively glanced towards the seat next to mine. Roxas had face pressed against his left hand, as he traced shapes lazily on his board that was propped up on the table. My chest warmed up at the sight of him. He wasn't lost, or injured, or anything. He looked perfectly normal. I let out a sigh of relief.
I kept my mouth clamped shut. What was I supposed to say to him?
Uh, sorry would be a good way to start. I felt my chest constrict again, the same way it did last night when I remembered our last conversation. My eyes peeked over at Roxas only to find that he was staring at me the whole time.
I would have flushed in embarrassment at being caught, but something in his eyes set off a red flag. He wasn't seeing me, I mean he was, but he wasn't all there. I considered opening my mouth to speak, but my lips formed a stubborn line, refusing to open.
Giving up, I turned my head towards the homeroom teacher who was trying to get his class's attention.
"What? Are you not talking to me now?" Roxas's voice broke my concentration. I blinked in shock, my mouth falling open effortlessly, before turning back around to face him.
I saw his lips pull into a smile that looked more like a grimace to me. My face fell into a miserable expression. He must of noticed because I caught a flash of pain fill his empty eyes before smoothing out over again.
I gulped and looked away.
"Hi," I mumbled stupidly to the desk. I heard Roxas laugh. But it wasn't his laugh. It was this weird crazy, almost hysterical laugh. I felt myself inwardly cringe. It's going to get better, I told myself. This was for the best. He doesn't know what he wants. He doesn't…
"Hello," He greeted back. "And how have you been?"
I shot him an incredulous look. He stared back with an amused expression that held absolutely no humor.
Before I could open my mouth to speak the teacher addressed us angrily.
"I'd continue, if Mr. Roxas, and Ms. Kairi would ahem, excuse my lack of better words, SHUT UP!" He scolded, making me jump in my seat. I murmured an embarrassed apology.
Roxas's eyes lazily flickered to the teacher, giving him a blank stare. I waited for the infamous scowl, or glare to form on his face, but it never showed.
His face remained completely and utterly indifferent.
"Anyway, as I was saying, we have a new student joining this school, and she will be in this homeroom. Any minute she'll be walking through these doors, I assume she's getting her schedule sorted out. So when she does show, I want the class to give her a warm welcome… or else."
I didn't take his threat to heart, after all, the teacher was an overweight middle aged man, I doubt he could outrun me, and I probably could divert his attention with a box of twinkies.
"Where is she from?" A student barked loudly, causing the teacher to shoot them a glare.
"She'll tell you," He said through gritted teeth.
"Oh god, you're not going to make her introduce herself are you? That's the worst!" A girl cried on the other side of the room.
"It's tradition!" He snapped.
"Tradition my ass," the girl snorted.
"That's a demerit young lady."
The girl groaned out loud.
"Aw crap." I'd later find out that her name was Yuna.
The babble around the room immediately faded away when there was a soft knock on the door. The teacher opened the door and greeted in a small black haired girl, wearing the school uniform.
She walked in and looked around timidly at the classroom, with a small friendly smile on her face. Her hair was short; about the same length I wore my hair before I outgrew it. Except it looked ten times better than mine did.
Her face was pale, the good kind of pale, as if she were permanently under the moonlight. Her heart shaped face rounded off in a pleasant way, complimented by the short black locks. All together she had this very endearing aura about her. It was almost bubbly and made you want to smile with her.
Her blue eyes danced around as she took in the classroom.
"Hi!" She waved to the class confidently. "I'm Xion!" She said before the teacher even told her to introduce herself.
"Now tell us Xion, where are you from?" The teacher shut the door and probed. The all looked at her curiously.
"Oh well I'm from Twilight…" She trailed off when her eyes fell on me, or at least I thought they were on me. "Roxas!"
And apparently I was wrong.
Everyone's eyes turned to Roxas, who was staring at her wide eyed with a shocked expression. I was partly pleased that there was some kind of reaction on his face and partly curious as to how she knew him.
Before anything was said or anything happened, the girl practically jumped him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, with a big grin on her face.
"Roxas! Ohmigosh! I haven't seen you in like forever!" She exclaimed, pulling away to admire him, only to reach back and hug him again. "You're so big!"
Roxas didn't say anything; he just sat there blinking with the same dazed expression on his face, as the girl clung to him harder.
The teacher cleared his throat awkwardly, pulling this girl out of her- uh- reunion?
"It seems that you know someone eh, Ms. Xion?"
"I'll say! The last time I saw Roxas, I was way taller than him. And look at him now!" She said amiably, hugging him again. I raised my eyebrow skeptically, when I noticed her hand squeeze his shoulder.
"Well I guess since you two know each other…Roxas, you will be showing Xion around school and to her classes." The teacher ordered, still trying to absorb the odd scene that happened. It's not everyday a new student comes to this school. And it isn't everyday, this said new student totally glomps another student.
The bell rang before the girl could take a seat anywhere. I got up and Roxas followed, along with the new girl. It was awkward I'll admit because I wasn't sure where my relationship with Roxas stood at this moment, and with this girl practically hanging on him, it just made things worse.
I tried to focus on other things, but it was proving to be quite difficult after hearing this girl talk.
"Hey Roxas why's this girl following us?" She probed, giving me a sideways glance. It wasn't a dirty look or anything, if anything it was curious, but it pissed the hell out of me.
"Oh, this is Kairi." Roxas said. I looked at his face for a moment his face flickered from the mask-like expression to pain. I averted my eyes guiltily.
"Hi Kairi!"She said cheerfully, reaching over to shake my hand. "I'm Xion! Oh well you already know that don't you!" She laughed. I let out a nervous chuckle, before pulling my hand back. "So how do you two know each other?"
I felt my face flush in humiliation, and my eyes glued to the floor.
The girl noticed my nervous pause. Her grin widened.
"Aw, c'mon! Tell me!"
I opened my mouth hesitantly. "Oh um well…we're uh- friends…and-" I stopped feeling my neck grow hot with shame. " And um… well-" But Roxas swiftly cut me off.
"I told her I was in love with her and she rejected me." He said pleasantly, with a wide fake smile. "For my cousin," He added spitefully. Roxas flashed me a dark smile, one that was definitely not his smile but a weird stranger's. Xion's smile widened.
I stopped dead in my tracks and shot him a mixture of a bewildered and hurt expression. I blushed, my eyes flickering from Roxas to Xion, completely mortified. How could he just say that to a…complete stranger?
"That's a good one Roxas. What else you got?" She asked playfully, looking at the both of us. Her smile slowly fell as she realized what he said was no joke.
His smirk grew more profound, and I felt like my chest was crumbling down. What the hell! What the hell was that! What right did he have to say that? I knew he was hurting, but I was hurting too. And as if I light bulb went off I realized he was doing this on purpose to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me. My chest constricted again, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.
All those damn "I love you's" meant nothing to me at this moment. Screw his wannabe love. IF he loved me, he would want me to be happy right?
My lips parted and trembled against each other as I glowered at Roxas, absolutely seething now. I didn't care if he knew Xion, I didn't know her. I was shaking in anger, I wanted to blurt out I hated him again just for the heck of it, but I knew I'd regret it later.
"You're a real jerk, you know that Roxas," I spat, furiously. His smirk fell slightly and the pain flashed through his mask.
"Am I really? Am I the one who absolutely ripped out your heart and stomped on it, huh?" He snapped, his indifferent façade was breaking down. And I was witnessing the post-effects of the rejection. I'll admit I was terrified. Roxas looked like some kind of madman. His hands were in his hair, looking as if he wanted to rip it off his scalp.
"Quit being so melodramatic," I snarled. I slowly began to realize people in the hallways were stopping to look at our little quarrel.
"Um, I think we're going to be late for class…" Xion mumbled awkwardly in the background, staring at both of us wide eyed. We both disregarded her, glaring at each other with so much anger.
"You're the one who's being melodramatic, sighing every time you see me like you give a damn about me. You don't care! Weren't you the one who ran away from me last night?"
"I left," I said through gritted teeth, my hands were clenched into tight fists. "Because you were acting like a stupid asshole."
"Oh now I'm the asshole!" He laughed derisively, looking wildly around the crowd. "She's calling me an asshole! The girl who REJECTED ME is calling me an asshole! No I'm afraid it's you, who's the asshole Kairi."
My mouth fell open as my eyes took in the students staring at us shocked. I could feel my cheeks heat up in anger, humiliation, and embarrassment at Roxas for causing a scene. I wanted to slap him I really did, but I couldn't find it in myself to move my hand. I was still too shocked.
"I loved you and what did I get?" He asked furiously. I shook my head, before turning to walk away from him, but he clutched my shoulder and wheeled me around. His face was a few inches from mine, his expression hungry for answers. "What did I get Kairi! Huh? C'mon say it!"
I looked away from him, but he turned my head around to face him. My eyes were burning with angry tears. Roxas image was slowly blurring around the edges as tears started to build up.
"What do I get from you?"
"I hate you," I muttered coldly.
"What? I didn't hear you there."
"I HATE YOU!" I nearly screamed. Roxas laughed low satisfied cackle. Who was this guy and what did he do to my Roxas? I thought furiously, gazing at the monster in front of me. What have I done?
"Roxas, let her go."
I looked around until my eyes fell on Sora, who looked as furious as I felt. His blue eyes were narrowed in disgust and his brown eyebrows were arched in a low glare.
Roxas's hand fell from my shoulder. He clenched his jaw as he returned Sora's glare with so much hatred I literally thought he could have shot lasers through his eyes.
"Sora the savior has come to the rescue," Roxas sneered nastily. "Come to ruin my life even more?"
"You have no idea how many things I want to say to you right now!" Sora snarled, stepping forward to pull me away from Roxas. He wrapped a protective arm around me, and subtly pushed me behind him. I wiped my eyes hurriedly, before tugging on Sora's shirt.
"Sora…please, let's just go..." I started, but he pulled away to stand completely in front of me.
"You really made an asshole out of yourself, Roxas," He continued, taking a step forward. "Just because Kairi doesn't want to be with you, doesn't mean you have to make everyone around you as miserable as yourself. It's pathetic and low-"
It all happened so quickly, I- or anyone for that matter- didn't know how to react. One minute Roxas and Sora were glaring at each other, then next they were on the floor wresting each other as if they were born enemies. The people that were originally watching Roxas and I, crowded around us and started chanting the typical 'fight, fight, fight'.
Finally, sluggishly, my reactions hit. They were both fighting…over me. I remember when I was younger I thought two boys fighting over me would have actually been amusing, but this was totally not what was expected.
The guilt drowned me as I realized I pitted these two cousins against each other. Me.
"Stop!" I screamed. "Stop it, both of you!"
Roxas and Sora rolled on the floor, fighting to be on top of the other to get a clear shot. Roxas was on top, and his knuckle collided with Sora's face, I heard Sora let out a loud gasp, before trying to pry Roxas off of him.
"Roxas, stop it!" I yelled, trying to push him off. Roxas hesitated for a moment when he heard my pleas, and at this moment Sora took this opportunity to knock him off and fly on top of him to land a few punches on him. This was actually the opposite effect I wanted. I thought Sora would have stopped. Boys are stupid, I finally decided.
"Sora! You're not supposed to…ugh! Stop it, stop fighting! Grow up both of you!" My hands ran through my hair, looking wildly at the crowd, who all seemed to be laughing and jeering. I looked over at Xion who was staring at them, white faced completely frightened. "Go get help!" I demanded, pushing her through the crowd.
I attempted to pry them away from each other again only resulting in being elbowed in the face, by Sora, and shoved by Roxas. I could taste the blood on my lip and I knew it was busted. Great.
I sunk to the floor watching them fighting, feeling absolutely helpless. They weren't listening. It was as if they were in their own world.
"Alright break it up break it up," boomed the P.E teachers voice. The crowd parted instantly. I glanced over my shoulder to find a group of teachers (even the freaking principle), closely accompanied by a freaked out Xion rushing over to the scuffling boys.
With the help of two of the male teachers, both the boys were separated, angrily trying to swipe at each other. I sprang up from my seat to observe both of their injuries. Sora's nose was bleeding profusely, and Roxas left eye was swelling up. They weren't hurt that badly, although Sora was rushed to the nurse, only because it looked like he was going to faint from looking at all of that blood.
x.X.x
"I should suspend the both of you for fighting on school grounds," the principle huffed angrily, shuffling his papers behind his desk. All four of us were in the principle's office, Me, Roxas, Sora and Xion. I stood at the back of the room with Xion watching the two boys listening to principle. "But you both have proved to be good boys, which makes the situation more confusing. I just don't understand why."
Sora spoke up. "Sir, Kairi was-"
"Ah, so it has to do with a girl. Tut tut, boys, I thought you would know better than to fight over silly things like that." He said softly, wearing a small smile.
Both Sora and Roxas looked away. The principle looked between the two of them sympathetically.
"I really don't want to suspend either one of you." He admitted, dropping his papers. "You both are good students and it'd be shame." He pulled out two papers from the pile he was shuffling through, handing one to each of them. "So I'm putting both of you in detention, everyday afterschool, for an hour until the end of the semester."
He was really cutting them slack. I mean the semester was over in a few weeks. I really wanted to tell him to make it next semester too, but I kept my mouth shut.
As if reading my resenting thoughts, the principles eyes flickered to meet my gaze.
"Also Miss Kairi, I think it'd be best for a schedule change, don't you think?" He asked me, although it was an order. "I feel that it's necessary to be separated from both boys until they can cool off about their situation concerning you."
I felt my face flush, and I knew I was blushing deeply, as I nodded.
"Alright, I'm dismissing all of you from school." The principle said automatically. "Cool off. Detention starts tomorrow. Kairi, you should go home too, you've probably been through a lot hmm? And Miss Xion, you can go home as well, I know you must be thinking this school is crazy, but I can assure this is not how we run things here at Destiny high."
"I sure hope not!" Xion exclaimed exasperatedly. The principle offered a small kind smile.
"Well I'll see all of you tomorrow morning. Kairi stop by the office before homeroom for your schedule change."
x.X.x
I'll admit that was the most…uh, eventful, embarrassing, and terrible day of school of my entire life. I was seriously dreading the next day of school. Even as I left, people were whispering. I knew I was going to be the hot topic of school tomorrow. Great.
I trudged home, feeling down in the dumps. I wasn't talking to Roxas, as if I would ever. I still couldn't believe how things led to that. What was wrong with him? When I rejected him, I honestly thought he would move on. I didn't expect my plan to backlash me. I tried replaying the scene in my head and for one eerie second I believed that he had planned this whole thing out for revenge. No, he wouldn't do that. He's Roxas…. No. Now that I really thought about it, he could have, he would have. This new person, was not Roxas.
And I knew I'd be filled with eternal regret because of that.
I wasn't talking to Sora either. After we walked out of the principle's office, he tried to talk to me….
"Kairi! Are you ok?" Was the first thing out of his mouth. I glared at him, before turning and walking away.
"Kairi, hey Kairi! C'mon you know I didn't start it!" Sora pleaded, grabbing my hand and clutching it in his.
"And you didn't end it." I spat, snatching my hand away.
"What did you expect? I wasn't going to sit back and let him harass you like that." He said, reaching for my hand again.
"That's not the point," I snapped angrily, trying to walk faster. "I was worried ok? I didn't want either of you to get hurt over me, it's just stupid. I know Roxas is bitter about me…and you, but that didn't give you a reason to encourage him."
"I'm sorry Kairi," Sora said sincerely, flashing me an innocent look. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. He wrapped his arms around me and tried to lean in for a kiss.
"Sora not now!" I said irritably, pushing him away from me. I stalked off without turning back to look at him, although I could feel his miserable eyes on me.
I hadn't been his girlfriend for a day, and we already had our first fight.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I walked down the sidewalk to the street I lived on. My head was bursting and I was starting to see little black splotches in my vision. I was overstressed. Too many things to worry about, my already rocky relationship with Sora, Roxas's monster attitude towards me, the new girl, Xion, stupid Riku and his stupid hormones and Namine's weird sickness.
Namine, that's right I was going to visit her. I sighed; my bed was starting look more pleasing than going to visit Namine.
But true to my own word, I decided against the nap, and called Namine up. I prayed that it would be her picking up the phone and not her mom. If it was her mom I was going to hang up as soon as she answered.
"Hello?"
"Namine!" I exclaimed, thoroughly relieved.
"Kairi…" Namine said; there was something in her voice that told me something was wrong. Definitely wrong.
"Did your mom tell you I came over this morning?" I asked.
"No."
"Hmm, well I was thinking…could I come over now? I mean… I don't think your mom wants me-"
"Please." Her voice choked on the other line. "Please… come. Now."
"I'll be right over."
x.X.x
The door opened and Namine's mother answered the door looking very disgruntled with my presence.
"Namine told me you were coming," Her mother sniffed, looking at me with disapproval in her eyes. "She's grounded, so I'm giving you five minutes."
"Grounded? I thought she was sick!"
"Whatever." Her mom waved me off dismissively, before I ran upstairs to Namine's bedroom. I opened the door in a rush not knowing what exactly to expect.
Namine waiting for me on her bed, her shoulders hunched over, looking crestfallen. I noticed immediately that she was sketchbook free. My stomach churned painfully at this. Guess, my mom was right. She was always right. Ugh.
Once Namine heard the door snap open, she rose to her feet and turned to look at me. I almost flinched. If I ever called her pale before I was wrong. Her face was wax-like and completely corpse-looking. Her blue eyes were bloodshot, contrasting very badly with the dark bruise-like shadows beneath her eyes. Her blond hair, which was always well taken care of, looked like just rolled out of bed. Now that I think about it, she probably did, she was still in her PJ's.
"N-Namine," I croaked. She winced slightly at the mention of her name, as if she hated her name. She wrapped one arm around herself defensively.
Before anything else was said, I closed the bedroom and locked it, before her mom could eavesdrop. I felt my heart drop at the fact that Namine was here, looking like a… a zombie.
I gulped audibly, shaking my head slightly before taking a step closer to.
"Namine," I repeated a little firmer. "You look…um terrible."
She blinked at me, blankly, before turning away to look out the window. I stood by the door watching her carefully.
"Namine, what is it?" I asked cautiously, observing her every move. When she finally turned back to look at me, her desolate expression caused my stomach to flop in a bad way. A bad feeling crept over me. Like that feeling you get when you see a dead animal on the street.
Namine's gaze was unwavering as she uttered the words that would change my outlook on her forever.
"I broke up with him."
DUN DUN DUH! Cliffhanger? Only if your interested in Namine's situation i suppose.
lol Im going to update sometime this week. It's a promise of a lifetime, believe it!