A/N: Mucho Thanks to all my reviewers so far. I swear, without them, this would be down the drain faster than you can pronounce the title correctly!
(And if you already can, whoopty-doodle-do.)
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Chapter One
"Up and Down"
The quad was quiet in the mornings, always, with the small, distorted chitchat of all who spent their few meager hours before first period scattered from corner to corner. Today, it was eerily quiet.
Kairi tried to ignore the fact that all eyes were on her. First day back to school, and already word had spread where she went for two weeks. She felt their eyes, glaring, sneering, worried, shocked, appalled, glazing eyes as she walked to her usual place to sit on the bench near one of the freshman teacher's classrooms and waited for the first bell to ring.
She sighed deeply. They kept staring when the whispering started. She muffled her ears, blurring out the blaring sounds of the whispers flowing through space and toward her sensitive, little frame.
"That's her, right over there."
Bright blue eyes spun around to meet where the blond boy was pointing. He stopped rolling his skateboard across the cement with his foot, and kicked it to meet with his hand.
"What'd they say happen?" He asked, crossing his arms, leaning against the wall and narrowing his eyes in her direction.
"Stories go around like she tried to commit suicide, and things like she cuts herself, and all the other Emotionally Hardcore stuff." The blond boy turned around, similar bright blue eyes blinking back at their counterparts.
"She's only doing it for attention, yanno."
"Yeah, but Sora, she was sent to the hospital for it."
"So, she got the attention she wanted." Sora sniffled against the December air, gently rubbing his nose with his index finger.
"Besides Roxas, she probably only got sent to the hospital so they can shove food down her throat. Poor girl's thinner than a damn mannequin."
Sora added, reaching for his Starbucks cup and taking a sip, hoping to finish before first period.
Roxas sighed, looking away from the redheaded girl and looking back up his cousin, he gently reached for the cup and took a sip of his own, despite Sora's pout in protest.
"Emo kids annoy me, yanno?" Sora began again, dropping his skateboard on the cement again and rolling it back and forth with his foot, gently tapping the wall behind him with every fro of the board.
"I mean, all they ever do is cut themselves, thinking everything is just so fuckin' bad all the time."
Roxas chuckled, "Sora, don't start."
"No, seriously!" He said, standing straight from the wall, and again kicking his board to meet his hand, "All they ever do is listen to bullshit talking like 'oh my god, I want to die, kill me now, nah, nah, nah!'" He threw the empty cup onto the ground, despite the high school's trash pick-up penalty if caught doing such an act.
Roxas laughed again, standing and dusting off his black cargo shorts and Blink 182 sweatshirt. He retrieved his backpack next to Sora's on the ground (He only knew it was his because it had Zim on it, and Sora's had Jack and Sally), and swung it over his shoulder. Sora then grabbed his and did the same, gently patting it and straightening his zip up Green Day jacket, both boys' heads snapping up with the bell sounded.
"Since you have third period with her, Sora, try and get some info from her so we can spread it around." Roxas giggled, obviously joking.
Oh, the horrors of World History. Little Emo stayed in the back of the room, and was never called on, never talked, never got in trouble. It was a wonder why she was passing, if she was passing.
Sora glanced back at the spot on the bench where she sat, and she was gone. Probably to throw up the cracker she had for breakfast.
Sora chuckled at the though, earning a confused glance from Roxas, "What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing…"
Third period was rapidly approaching. Second period English had just ended, and the ten-minutes passing period had only just begun. Luckily, Sora's History and English classes were oddly placed next door to one another; something about the teachers being friends.
He sighed, leaning against the pale, dirty wall separating the doors, adjusting his backpack lazily, and crossed his arms over his chest. The sudden punch to his right arm made him jump slightly, looking at his attacker, and flick her nose. She growled playfully, and was joined by the rest of the group, save for Roxas.
The three of them had just come from Spanish to have their third period English class, and Roxas' next class was Spanish, which was on the opposing end of the campus.
Hayner Ramori was supposedly the self proclaimed 'Leader' of the 'group' the involved a few other kids with similar tastes in music and skateboards. He had sandy blond hair, and was always one to cop attitude if something went on that he thought wasn't right. A couple more detentions for supposedly 'speaking his mind', and he would be kicked out of Hollow Bastion High.
Pence Inaka was the scholar of the group. Straight A's, no criminal record (that they knew of), and not a scratch on his Permanent Record. He was a bit on the bigger side, but he was pretty good on a board.
And lastly, Sora's attacker, Olette Kiroshima, the typical Tomboy and only female in the group. She hung out with the guys because 'the girls are too dramatic'. At least, that's what she said.
And, being around such strapping young lads most of her days, she was a very, very sexual person and played with any thing with a penis. She was something of a cocktease, and sometimes others would question whether she was still a virgin or not.
An example of such obscene behavior occurred now, when she grabbed Sora out of his daze by the shirt, locking their stares, and quietly whispering in his ear, "You know we still need to take a trip to the pet store for your leash."
Sora laughed, brushing off her hands and gently thumping his fist into her arm. Sora always stayed as upbeat as possible, no matter how uncomfortable the situations might have been.
Olette still assumed she had custody of Sora after they had dated for five months, and then broke up after a mutual agreement just to be friends; more mutual on Sora's part, because he was just sick of being taken from almost every normal conversation and have to play tonsil hockey every three minutes.
And he drew the line when she wanted to give him head on after barely their third week of dating. It only got worse from there.
It was mutual on Olette's part because Sora was simply no fun. No fun at all. Olette assumed the boy was frigid, and left it at that, but the two have been best friends after-
The bell rang, half giving the brunet a heart attack and knocking him off his feet as the three around him chatted. They waved and walked toward the door to English, and Sora looked at the door to History, glancing around for any sign of Little Emo.
After seeing none, he waltzed inside, and took his seat, waiting for the next bell the ring to signal class was beginning, arms crossed over his chest and a sigh escaping him. His legs spread underneath the desk, bored, and he huffed as the pathetic excuse for a teacher sat in his teetering stool at the front of the room, waving around his yardstick with what little authority he had over the class.
Mr. Loire was more of a push over then all of Sora's teachers, possibly anyone in the school's teachers. He just sat at the head of the room, lectured for a good five minutes on Imperialism, and sat at his desk. He never gave homework, and was always gone right at the end of school.
Maybe he wasn't a pussy after all; maybe he was just a silent dude who just plainly didn't like to talk very much.
The only person who could get more than five minutes worth of language out of the guy was Mr. Leonhart, and even that was limited.
Sora looked around, spotting Little Emo in her chair as Mr. Loire actually started talking. She just sat huddled up, in a tight, Emo jacket, and a jean pencil skirt, with tight, black, thin, way-too-short pants underneath them.
Some Emo-Fashion or something.
He rolled his eyes and averted them elsewhere. Roxas was a douche-bag.
Ever since Sora could remember, Kairi ate by herself. She was usually alone, sitting on the same bench, sometimes eating and then packing the rest of it away and throwing it into a trashcan.
Today was no different. You'd think she'd have a crowd around her asking about her wonderful stay in the loony bin, but she didn't.
She sat alone, not even eating today, still just staring at the ground and hoping time will speed up so fifth period would come faster.
"Sora, stop staring."
Hayner said, slapping his should with his hand and offering him a pocky stick, which he took quickly, completely forgetting about the Little Emo, and munched on it happily.
The bell rang, and Roxas was on his way to Art class. It used to be Sculpture, but the teacher insisted he changed classes to drawing and painting, most likely because the blond was always found throwing clay and slip at the other students, and had multiple detentions.
Well, too damn bad. Just because Roxas can doodle better than most, and didn't find Sculpture very interesting, didn't call for a schedule change.
He sighed, reaching the last door in the Art wing. It was wide open, with other people walking in and out. He trudged inside, gave the note to the teacher, and took a seat at the end of one of the long black tables near the back.
The bell sounded again, when a blonde girl nearly tripped as she entered the room, moving toward him and sitting in the chair next to his. She shuffled around as Ms. Lockhart explained the assignment.
She sighed deeply, setting her pencil down and shuffling around more, finding a sketchbook and dropping it onto the table, hitting the pencil. She gasped trying to reach for it with a tiny arm before Roxas grabbed it easily and placed it back into place.
She glanced up at him, and muttered something of a thank you.
Roxas smiled at the blush growing on her cheeks. "I'm Roxas."
A/N: This chapter disappointed me.
The styles jumped around, again, I spent too much time on dumb things and not enough time on important things, not enough detail, it feels rushed…
Tell me what you think. I can use a little feedback.
-Much Love