"You're lost again, aren't you?" The other boy said with a small smile. Roxas nodded.
"C'mon, let's get you home." Roxas looked up at his friend who had his hand extended out towards him. Sniffling, Roxas took his hand. His friend then proceeded in taking Roxas home. His friend smiled. Roxas' grip on his hand never faltered.
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"Roxas! You forgot to set your alarm! Hurry or you'll be late!" Roxas' mom yelled, banging on the door.
"Five more minutes..." Roxas groaned, rolling over, away from the door.
"You don't HAVE five minutes! Hell, you don't have five seconds!" His mom yelled.
Roxas lifted his head and looked at the clock.
"Shit!" Roxas jumped out of bed and threw his uniform on.
"I told you," his mom said as she walked down the stairs.
Roxas ran past her, down the stairs and out the door, grabbing his books on the way.
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Roxas' pace slowed as he caught up with the throng of students that walked to school. Now that he was dressed like everyone else, he was hardly noticed.
The echoes of gossip rang throught the halls. Girls chatted excitedly and boys high fived each other. (The Struggle Tournament Championships had just ended.)
Roxas walked past everyone in silence, trying his hardest not to get lost. After his third left turn in a row it was official. He was lost... again. He began searching for the map he had made himself. He had just grabbed it when he realized that he had run into something... soft?
"Hey, new kid, lost already?" The soft thing said.
Roxas backed up with quick apologies rolling off his tongue. He blushed as the "soft thing" laughed at him. He looked up to see a tall muscular but thin figure standing before him. His spiky red hair went every-which-way, his tie was loose, and his collar was unbuttoned. All of this spelled out that he was a rebel. But that's not what caught Roxas' attention. What did though, were two bright emerald green eyes that seemed as if they went on forever.
"You're... that guy from yesterday, right?"
The redhead smiled down at him.
"The one and only. Axel, got it memorized?"
"Axel..." Roxas nodded. "Got it."
"Here, let me see that 'map'." Axel leaned over to grab the 'map' that Roxas had made himself. A chain fell out of Axel's shirt and hung in front of Roxas' face. The pendant was odd, it seemed to be an orange cap to some inhaler.
"Axel, what's that?" Roxas asked.
Axel looked up from Roxas' map.
"It's... a memento I guess." Axel said dismissively, tucking the necklace back under his shirt. "Here, I'll take you to your first class."
"Thanks." Roxas followed Axel down the halls. He watched Axel's back as he followed, not really thinking about anything. Soon he found himself stopping quickly so he wouldn't run into Axel again.
"Here's your class. Hope you won't get lost from here," Axel said with a smirk.
"Haha, very funny." Roxas rolled his eyes.
"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have my own class to get to." He began to walk away, waving slightly. "See ya around, Roxas."
Roxas turned to open the door. He grabbed the handle, but stopped.
"I never told him my name... did I?"
Sighing, Roxas put that thought to the back of his mind and pushed the door open.
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"Ah, Roxas. You can have the second seat from the window in the back," the teacher said, pointing to the back of the room. Roxas nodded and went to his seat. The teacher stood up from behind his desk and immediately began the class.
"Ok, as you've noticed (or I hope you've noticed) we have a new student," the teacher began. "He's not from here, so back off and don't give him grief!" He glared at the class, who instinctively slid back in their chairs. "Anyway, I'm going to lightly go over everything so he can catch up. Now I know you know all of this, but it's no excuse to sleep. Pop quizzes are my best friends."
The class moaned and the teacher continued with his lessons on unit circles. (A/N: Unit circles are fun! No seriously.) Roxas was so busy taking notes that the class was over before he had even thought about it. The class filed out of the room, happy to be out of math. Roxas gathered his things and left the class.
He looked down at his 'map' and noticed some scribbles on it that weren't his own. Things like 'there's a weird broken waterfountain' and 'some fat chick always stands in front of the classroom across the hall'. Roxas assumed that Axel had written it as help in getting to his other classes.
Thinking of Axel reminded him of the fact that Axel knew his name.
"Well, wasn't the lady in the office calling it? He could have just overheard it..."
"Or maybe he's a psychotic stalker who watches you in your sleep and knows everything about you..." Another part of his mind thought.
He shuddered and shook his head. That definitely WASN'T it.
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Luckily with the extra notes Axel had made, Roxas wasn't late to his next class. (He only made 1 wrong turn.) Too bad this had to be a class he hated. Computer Science. More like computers for dumbasses. He only took it for the tech credit, since he took latin.
"New kid, you're computer #13," the teacher said, glancing up for a moment and then turning back to his book.
Sitting at his desk, Roxas gave the teacher a look that said "does he actually teach?"
A voice behind him made him jump. "Cloud is always like that, don't worry. He acts like he doesn't give a shit, but he's actually pretty strict."
The owner of the voice sat down next to Roxas, smiling brightly. Roxas recognized him as Axel's friend from yesterday. His blonde mohawk was hard to forget.
"It's Mr. Strife, Demyx." Cloud called from his book.
"Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time, Cloud."
Cloud sighed.
"So, you're the new kid. Axel says you're prone to getting yourself lost." He laughed.
"I'm not prone to getting lost," Roxas said defensively. The thought of Axel talking about him made him shudder.
"Haha. I'm just kidding. Anyway, I'm Demyx." Demyx put out a hand and Roxas shook it.
"Roxas."
"Well, Roxas. You're going to hate it here." Demyx said with a sarcastic smile. Roxas laughed and they both got to work on the assignment on the board.
Roxas smiled to himself.
"At least I have a friend."
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Roxas once again managed to get to class fairly well. His third period class was Physics. The teacher gave him notes that he'd need to catch up, and the class went by pretty quickly.
Soon the bell rang and Roxas sighed in relief. It was finally lunch, and he could stop actually thinking. He went to his locker, put away his books, and headed towards the cafeteria.
"Uh oh... where should I sit?"
Roxas held his lunch tray before him as he walked through the cafeteria. He looked around, but didn't see anywhere particularly empty.
"Maybe I could eat out-"
"ROXAS!"
Roxas looked to his right to see a flailing blonde at a table with a bunch of juniors/seniors. Demyx was waving madly, standing up to catch Roxas' attention. One of his friends pulled him back into his seat.
Roxas shyly walked over to them. The table consisted of a bunch of tall guys and Roxas definitely felt short... Not that he wasn't already.
"Hey, Roxas, come eat with us!" Demyx said, pushing one of his friends so Roxas could have a seat. Roxas sat down, placing his tray on the table.
"So this is the new kid? He's kinda short. Is he a freshman?" One of the guys said. He seemed kinda... girly. Well, not counting the fact that his hair was a pinkish color.
"I'm a sophomore..." Roxas said trying to be defensive.
"Marluxia, be nice. I don't think he cares for the fact that he's a shrimp," A voice said behind Roxas. Roxas looked over his shoulder to see Axel looming over him.
"I don't think he cares for the fact that you call him a shrimp," Marluxia retorted.
"Sure he does! Right, Rox?" Axel smiled down at him. Roxas glared. "Haha, guess you're right." Axel said.
"So, Roxas, where ya from?" Demyx asked through a mouthful of sandwich.
"Twilight Town."
"Ohhh! The big city. That's cool," Demyx said.
"So you're not used to the suburbs?" The boy on Roxas' other side asked. His hair was a pale blue-ish color, and he seemed like one that didn't speak much. Even when he did, it sounded like it wouldn't matter if anyone heard him.
"No, I am. I used to live here," Roxas replied.
"Really?" Demyx asked.
"Yeah, eight years ago."
"Eight years ago, huh?" Demyx said, a sudden gleam in his eyes. He looked over to Axel. Roxas looked from Axel to Demyx in confusion. Demyx was giving Axel this weird look, and Axel was biting his lip.
"Did I... miss something?" Roxas asked.
"Well, Axel had this thing-" Demyx started, but was silenced by bologna hitting him square in the face. Demyx peeled it off. "Dude, what was THAT for?"
"Shut up, Demyx," Axel said flatly. Demyx crossed his arms and looked away.
"Hmph." Was all he said.
"Uhh..." Roxas was totally confused.
"Don't worry about it," Axel said hastily. "Hey, Demyx, did you even introduce him to everyone?"
Demyx, who apparently was still mad about the meat-to-the-face, just shook his head.
"Nice one. Anyway, I guess I'll do it," Axel said. "Everyone, this is Roxas, the new kid. Roxas, this is Marluxia," Axel pointed to Marluxia, the girly one. "Zexion," Axel pointed to the boy next to Roxas. "And that one coming our way is..."
"Axel!" A blonde girl yelled as she slammed her tray of food on the table. Axel jumped slightly and gave her an innocent look.
"Yes, Larxene?"
"You still owe me twenty bucks! Now pay up! I've given you three weeks!" Larxene held out her hand.
"Uhhh... yeah... about that..."
Larxene sighed. "Figures..." She sat herself down across from Roxas. She then pulled out a book and began reading, completely missing the fact that Roxas was there.
"Hey, Larxene... I think you're forgetting something," Demyx said.
"Oh, hey new kid." Larxene said without looking up from her book.
"Can't you stop reading for like, ten minutes?" Axel asked.
"You know I have an AP Chemistry test next class, so shut it." Larxene said, still reading her book. Axel just shrugged turning his attention to his sandwich.
"Hey, Roxas." Demyx said after a while of silence. Roxas looked up at him.
"Hmm?"
"Will you be my sophomore minion?" Demyx asked. Roxas gave him a WTF look.
"Demyx..." Zexion said.
"What?" Demyx asked. "You've got that Namine girl as your sophomore minion, why can't I have Roxas?"
"One, Namine isn't my 'sophomore minion', I'm just teaching her to draw. And two-"
"Roxas is MY sophomore minion." Axel said, putting an arm around Roxas' neck.
"Wait wait, don't i get a say in this?" Roxas asked in a high voice. (Axel's grip isn't the lightest.)
"Nope," Both Axel and Demyx said. Roxas sighed as they fought over who 'owned' him. They didn't finish til lunch was over. Apparently they were gonna play hoops for it after school. Roxas sighed again.
"So, Roxas, where are ya off to?" Demyx asked.
"Latin II"
"Hey, same here," Axel said. They walked down the hallway, waving a goodbye to the others as they turned left.
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Latin was sooo boring. They had to write a poem in latin. Roxas looked at his blank paper, trying to think of something to write about.
"Talk about blank with a capital "B"," Roxas heard Axel mutter next to him. He was chewing furiously on the back of his pen. Apparently he wasn't the only one that didn't know what to write.
"Hmmm... maybe I could write about those weird dreams I've been having..." Roxas said to himself.
"I'll write about spicy food!" Axel suddenly said.
"You'll what?" Roxas turned to him.
"...What? Can't I like spicy food?" Axel said defensively. Roxas just shrugged, sighing. He soon turned back to his paper and began to write.
When just about all of the class had finished their poems (yes, Axel did finish his), the teacher began calling them up to read in front of the class.
Roxas was next. He stood up, grabbing his paper, and walked to the front of the room.The class watched him intently as he began reading his poem.
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Author's Note: There, chapter two. yawn I hate being in school...