A/N: So far interest in this story and my other Digimon story aren't very high. There must be a lot of Taito fics to choose from out there . I'm going to keep writing though because I love to do it and I love this pairing! I am eternally grateful to my friends who have reviewed so far, you guys are the best!

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or any references to licensed material.

Chapter 1: Lockers and Frustrations

By: CA

School was easy and boring. For me, boring was amazing… Seeing the sea of students walking around me every day was comforting no matter how much I disliked all of them. I had no friends, but I still liked to be around people.

"Hey! Matt-bro, get over here." TK called to me from the other end of the busy hallway.

"Whaddya want, squirt?" He frowned and stomped over to me.

"I want you to help me with my math homework." Yeah… Always an ulterior motive with this one.

"Are you retarded? I have five minutes to get to French… I'll look at it after school." TK smiled his thanks before disappearing into the sea the again.

The very beginning of school and teachers were already assigning crap. I should've been complaining but truthfully it was a good thing… It gave me more excuses to lock myself in my room forever.

I could tell even on the first day of school that sophomore year was going to be only slightly better than freshmen year. The people were the same, only older; the teachers were the same, only different. And after a summer of hell, I was even more detached and icy… Great.

I walked somberly to my locker—if I could find it, to get my stuff for Francais. I knew it was on the third floor, but last year most of my classes were on first and second as well as my locker so I didn't know it as well. I finally found my way around the endlessly hallways to locker number 3028. But by the time I started turning the digits to unlock it most of the students had found their classroom… Double great. First day of school and already a tardy.

I kept turning the dial in a mad rush and for some reason the damn thing wouldn't open. "Fuck!" I kicked it hard and cursed the assholes who made the metal pieces of crap they called lockers. I heard a chuckle from beside me and looked up with a famous death glare to let whoever it was know not to fuck with me. The boy next to me kept laughing and then did something unexpected. He reached over and hit the side of the locker and it opened on contact. My death glare melted and I didn't know what to say.

"All third floor lockers are like that. Just hit the side and it should open every time." With a final smile he ran off to get to his class leaving me in total shock.

I came to my senses after a second and began muttering darkly about over-confident assholes on my way to class. Lucky for me, my French teacher came in late so, obviously, I didn't get a tardy.

Throughout the day I couldn't pay attention to any of the lame introductions in class. I kept going back to that boy in hall who couldn't read the "leave me alone" I had in place for years. No one ever walked up to me, let alone a cheery-eyed boy who wanted to help me. It just did not compute in my head why anyone would ever ever give me a hand. This line of thinking is understandable though after years of being told you're ugly and worthless. But even so, despite myself I was hoping to see him again… And hell if I knew why.

When the last bell rang, my wish was granted. I found my locker again and standing right next to it was the same brunette boy from earlier. He wasn't that hard to remember considering his floppy, untamed hair and unusually tanned skin tone. Not to mention his image had been running through my mind all day.

I walked up to my locker without a sideways glance towards him and fumbled with the dial for a second. I remembered the trick and hit the side of it and, of course, it popped open.

"See? Told ya, it works every time." I turned my eyes in his direction and smirked.

"I would've gotten it without your help."

With that, I grabbed my remaining stuff and walked away in spite of the confused look on the boy's face. I would have thought the way he scrunched up nose when he got confused was cute if I didn't already hate him.

I never had trouble hating anyone. Give me any crappy reason and that's enough to make it work. This was different though… On the bus ride home I actually felt bad for the way I treated someone who was only trying to help. So what! Lots of people tried to help me on a lot of occasions. Did I feel bad for ignoring them? No. In fact, it pissed me off that I felt bad; I never thought I'd have a reason to feel bad about anything. And this was just some kid I didn't even know. Really, who cares!

I couldn't help it. I did.

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I don't know how well I wrote that chapter, it was sort of a rush in my opinion (its not like anyone is reading anyways, lol ;) ) . Please leave me a comment and I'll keep feeding you more

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CA