Stop
stalling, make a name for yourself.
Boy you better put that pen to
paper and charm your way out.
If you talk, you better walk, you
better back your shit up
With more than good hooks while you're
all under the gun.
Ring.
"Zexion..."
Ring.
"Hey,
Zex."
Ring.
"ZEX! WAKE UP!" Demyx's voice was in
Zexion's ears from the moment he gained conciousness. An annoying
ring accompanied his roomates voice. "Zex, get ready for school.
I've got some eggs ready for you in the kitchen." With that,
Demyx gently backed up from the bed and went to go answer the
phone.
Zexion rose up groggily with a yawn. He rubbed his eyes and
bent down to pick up a crumpled black shirt with an electric blue
lightning bolt on the front. As he quickly adjusted his black wrist
band he wore everywhere since his problems restarted (even to sleep,
just in case) he pulled on another blue one on his right wrist to
match his outfit. Scrambling around for pants, Zexion heard Demyx's
voice from the living room.
"All right...Thank you...G'bye."
He re-entered the room just as Zexion was buttoning the top button of
his baggy, black pants with white lining.
"Hey, Zex. You're
gonna be so happy about this!" Demyx grinned rather
goofily.
"Hn?"
"You've been accepted into the
all honors course at school!" He cheered. Zexion blinked and
smirked lightly, pulling on his converse.
'Finally...something
good is happening.'
"I've gotta get you to school early
so that Sora kid and Yuffie--" The name rang a bell.
"That
girl whose dad owns the Japanese steak house?" He asked.
"Yeah!
The little Kisaragi Steak House. She's helping you, too." He
said, accompaining Zexion to the breakfast table. They ate hurridly,
so as to get to school early, but Zexion still hesitated, remembering
who else took a complete course in honor
classes...Marluxia.
----
"And the honor chemistry is
acctually almost exactly the same but it counts for college credits
and we have a few more tests." Yuffie grinned, pointing out the
differences in the honor classes and such. She was so full of energy.
It reminded him of Demyx. "Yup! That's the last class in our
honors scheadule! Sorry it took so long..."
"It's okay.
Zexion smiled. Yuffie giggled. It was a cute, airy sound. And he
swore he saw her pale cheeks blush for a millisecond. The birth of a
fan girl?
"Erm, so...you wanna go to lunch now? Sora said
he'd meet us there." Zexion nodded and followed Yuffie to the
lunch room.
---
"So then I said to him, 'It's not the
Pythagorean Theory...it's the Pythagorean THEORUM!'" Sora
laughed at his own joke with the other students sitting by him. Not
all of them were honor students, but they all were apparently smart
enough to get the joke (and friendly enough with Sora to laugh at
it). Yuffie sat by Zexion with Sora on his other side. He had luck
with hyper people today, didn't he? Opposite him was the only calm
one at the table, Aerith. Her right side was accompanied by Kairi,
Sora's girlfriend but not honor student, and on the left of her sat
Roxas, Sora's brother and Axel's boyfriend (the only gay guy in
school not constantly jeered at...only because he had connections
with Marluxia's gang). A few stolen glances from across the room
while Yuffie told of her latest break-up with someone named 'Squall
Leonhart' made Zexion notice that Marluxia wasn't at school that day.
A huge wave of relief washed over him but was short lived as Yuffie
elbowed him in the ribs.
"Hey, me and Aerith are done and
going up to the library to do some extra credit. Do you wanna
come?"
"Uh...sure." He nodded and headed up with
the girls to the library, hearing Yuffie talk about how she never
really liked Squall...or Leon...or...they kept changing his
name...whoever he was...in the first place.
"HEY! Emo kid!"
A yell was heard from behind Zexion about half way to the trio's
destination. He turned to find a slim and still musclular guy he knew
to be Seifer advancing towards him with his cohorts in crime, Fuu and
Rai, faithfully by his side.
"There are rumors flying around
that you are a little fruit bag." Seifer laughed and attempted
to push past Zexion with just that. Instead, Zexion knocked into an
unprepared Aerith, who gently popped him back up, right into Seifer.
He unwillingly grabbed the nearest thing to hold himself up
with...Seifer's shoulder. "Ugh! Get off of me, you fag bag!"
Seifer shoved Zexion successfully to the ground this time and stepped
over Zexion. Rai was following.
"Yea. Hey Fuu, he's probably
gonna go whine to his boyfriend now, ya know?" He laughed as Fuu
stepped over Zexion's body as well.
"Weakling." She
scoffed over his face. Zexion got up and dusted his clothes in time
to see Yuffie tapping on Seifer's shoulder.
"Hey. You can't
call someone something their not or talk about a boyfriend they don't
have. Zexion's with me, and I'm friends with Roxas. And HE'S friends
with AXEL. You honestly don't want Marlu and his gang on your ass, do
you?"
At that moment, fear shot into Seifer's eyes along with
confusion. Zexion followed the confusion path as well.
"You're
dating him?!" Seifer nearly squeaked.
"Yea. And we're
going out tonight at my daddy's resturant. And unless you want to be
getting the hell beaten outta you for our entertainment there, I
suggest you leave him alone and stop all the damn rumors you keep
talking about." She snubbed, sending Seifer off. It took Zexion
a moment to remember the art of speaking.
"Uh...We're what?
Huh?" Zexion stepped up beside Yuffie, noticing for the first
time that she was probably the only person in the school shorter then
himself.
"Don't worry, Zex." She laughed. "I just
had to stick up for you. If it means lying, then so-be-it...but I
wouldn't object if you really wanted to come to dinner with me
tonight." She winked. Zexion, again, lost words in his
throat.
What would Demyx think?
What would Marluxia think?
Wait...WHY DID HE CARE?! That's it. I'm going. He decided
mentally. A good recovery from Demyx and Marluxia. And it would put a
stop to all the rumors...it didn't hurt that Yuffie wasn't the most
frowned upon girl in the school either...So sure, he'd go!...But did
he WANT to go...or did he NEED to go more?
Start talking "a
sensationalist".
Oh he's slightly clever to just a certain
extent...
If you talk, you better walk, you better keep your mouth
shut
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun!