Alright, not to confuse anyone but I switched from 1st person in the first chapter to 3rd person omniscient. It's hard for me to keep up 1st person so I just switched it. Hope it doesn't effect your reading of this chapter. Anyway, enough rambling, please enjoy!

I Caught You Looking
Chapter 2

Roxas glanced at the clock, he'd only been in class for 40 minutes but already he felt like he'd grown roots into his desk. The clock hands glared down on him, almost pointing angry fingers for getting impatient when he had another 40 minutes of class to endure. His professor paced back and forth while rambling about the significance of some famous speech to some people that roused them into revolution or something rather. He'd stopped listening about 10 minutes into class and instead started to scribble in the margins of his notes, a habit he tried to break in Twilight Town High but never really succeeded. He was currently filling in some black squares of a checkerboard print across the top corner of his notes, right above a cluster of stars and a horribly misshapen crescent moon.

The teacher coughed a little and Roxas only looked up to make sure he wasn't being stared at or anything. When the professor resumed his lecture, the blonde went right back to scribbling. The desks around him weren't occupied and the guy two desks down was absolutely napping while sitting up, a little hunched over with his chin almost touching his chest. Roxas absently doodled some circles together and a thought flashed through his head like lightning. He looked down to see a familiar symbol.

It was a few rings intersecting, and just for detail, Roxas added some rays out from the center of the largest circle. It was a crude drawing but the back of his mind registered the general shape of it. The way it was laid out looked a little lopsided but he could recognize the symbol that was on the back of the stranger from yesterday night.

A blush came to Roxas' face and his chest squeezed a little in embarrassment when he remembered how he'd tripped and fallen like a total idiot in front of the guy. Then he inwardly shook his head, scolding himself for being embarrassed. He probably was never going to see the guy again so why even worry about it. But even with the scolding, Roxas still wondered if they guy thought of him as a complete loser for tripping and falling on his own feet.

Roxas absently traced around the circular symbol a few more times while remembering what had occurred just last night. He recalled the smell of cinnamon for some reason and bright beaming green eyes. The thought of how slender and tall the other guy had been made Roxas almost jealous.

The little blonde hadn't grown much since high school, his stature only inches taller. He didn't feel like a child but regardless, he felt like he still looked like one. His ocean blue eyes remained the same, if not a little wiser for wear, almost always in a frown or scowl. His choice of clothing hadn't changed much; checker board print remained his vise. He'd gotten rid of his kid-ish looking clothes and shoes, picking more close fitting and simplistic clothing and a pair of black and white sneakers. Roxas couldn't bring himself to get rid of his checkerboard wristband and his black and white rings which he wore every day no matter what his wardrobe threw at him.

The professor cleared his throat again, drawing Roxas' attention for a moment. Yet again, only looking up to check and see if he was the center of a question that he hadn't even heard. The napping guy next to him stirred a little but settled back again, wrapping his arms a little closer around himself and falling back asleep. Roxas went back to doodling and realized he'd drawn several more of the circular symbols in varying sizes in the margins of his notes while he'd been in self-reflection.

Roxas scribbled through one of symbols, resigned to the thought that he'd never see that creepy-ass guy ever again. No need to dwell on the thought but his mind couldn't leave it alone, asking stupid questions that he didn't care to know the answers to. Did the guy go to college? He looked a little old, but Roxas had learned that age wasn't easily divined in college, even the girls who looked younger were actually seniors getting their last credits to graduate. Besides, Roxas had only seen the slight illumination of the guy's face from a cigarette, who could determine age from that feeble of a light?

Roxas snapped back to the present and looked up at the clock when he heard people zipping up their book bags. It was already 11:20. Had he zoned out that badly that the last 40 minutes had flown by that quickly? Apparently so.

"Remember, test on Thursday. I'll see all of you then." The professor shuffled some papers and shoved them into his briefcase, waiting for all the students to file out of the room.

Roxas glanced once more at the scribbled out symbol as he flipped his notebook closed and picked up his books, dropping them into his book bag. He'd probably never see that guy again, not that it bothered him much.

Roxas munched on a turkey sandwich while scanning the college cafeteria. It was packed, as usual. He couldn't help but notice how different it was than the cafeteria at his old high school. For some reason a cloud of maturity hovered around in this place, unlike the clutter and loudness of his younger years at middle school and such.

Naminé was sitting across the table from him, her blonde hair shining in the dim light of the day. The clouds from yesterday hadn't dissipated quite yet and cast a gloomy light through the solid wall of paned glass that made up one whole side of the cafeteria. The porcelain-skinned girl shuffled through some papers on the table and went back to drawing on her dog-eared sketch pad.

Beside her sat Pence, still overweight as always, playing a portable videogame, his overly long brown hair slumping into his face without the headband he'd gotten rid of as soon as they'd all come to college. Olette sat to the right of Roxas eating a bright red apple, her eyes sparking at a joke that Pence had just told while pausing his game.

Roxas let his eyes wander out the window to his immediate left, letting the din of voices in the large room sink in and turn to ambient noise. The gardens of the campus were right below him, sprawling into a large courtyard that all the campus buildings were constructed around. The splendor of the place in spring, summer, and fall was something you had to see with your own eyes, the magnificence of color was never caught well in photos or words. Yet, now the place was only green coming out of winter, all the buds hiding until the frosts were over.

"Hey guys!" A large tattoo flashed up from the collar of Hayner's jacket coat as he scooted into a chair at the head of the table, his blonde waves smoothed back from his face like always. Roxas could remember going to the tattoo house when Hayner had gotten the huge design that crept up his neck and extended down to his elbow. Olette had pretty much had a cow but the thing had healed so well that the tattoo looked as much a part of the guy as his coffee-colored eyes.

Roxas allowed himself to zone out as always when his friends started to gossip and chatter like always. Leaning back in his chair, his blue eyes stared unfocused out at the gray clouds hanging overhead. Roxas wondered what color you could classify the eyes of that guy from the other night. They weren't even a color you could find in the gardens during the best bloom of the year-

Roxas felt a prickle and looked up to see Naminé staring at him. She quickly looked back down at her art pad and scribbled away desperately with a completely unreadable expression on her pale face. Her hand fluttering over the surface of the paper that was tilted toward her on the lip of the table.

Naminé had always been mysterious like that. She didn't talk much but her voice was always like a transparent cloud and her smiles, whenever they emerged through her blank stare, were always brighter than the sun. Roxas could stomach her company longer than anyone else's simply because she was so reserved. His other three friends had leaned further together and continued to chatter away, barely realizing that Roxas was even sitting at their table. Roxas resumed his staring out the window but as soon as his mind started to wonder he heard an almost inaudible voice.

"Someone is on your mind." Roxas started and looked up to see Naminé looking at him through her lashes. A quick glance told Roxas that none of the others had heard her. He looked at her straight in the eye and saw no clear emotion there.

"What makes you say that?" Roxas leaned forward on his chair again. Naminé's shrug barely registered through her slight shoulders, she laid her drawing pad on the table and flipped it around so Roxas could see. She never took her eyes away from Roxas'.

The blonde boy saw his hands grasp out toward the pad of paper and bring it close. It was a very accurate pencil sketch of himself from the chest up. His chin raised slightly up and to the left and his eyes staring off through the window. She had just sketched this in the last few minutes and it already looked like it was a finished piece.

"Your eyes," she said softly. Roxas looked up to see she was still staring at him but her expression was different.

Right then Olette decided to take her attention away from her conversation with the others to look at Naminé's drawing and exclaim, "Oh, Naminé! That's awesome! Did you do that just now?"

Naminé snatched her pad away and gazed thoughtfully at Olette, "Yes, thank you."

"You're so awesome at that stuff. I wish I could draw as well as you," Olette pushed the conversation, her dainty lips curling into a flattering smile.

Naminé gazed at Roxas the whole time Olette was talking with that unreadable look on her face making the blonde boy thoroughly uncomfortable. How did Naminé know what he'd been thinking about? She was so cryptic and stoic all the time. Roxas recalled the faraway look in his eyes from her drawing. Is that was he really looked like?

With a sigh he pushed away from the table and collected his book bag, "See you guys." This was no time to get sentimental.

He stalked away from the table amidst everyone sending him goodbyes as well. Roxas couldn't help one last sideways glance at Naminé who was back to work sketching like mad on another drawing like always.

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