Here is chapter two! Thanks to those who reviewed. Means uber much to me.

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"And this will be the first time in a week, that I'll talk to you and I can't speak. It's been three whole days since I've had sleep because I dream of [your] lips on [her] cheek. And I got the point that I should leave you alone, but we both know that I'm not that strong
and I miss the [eyes] that made me fly." –Mayday Parade

xXx

Ever heard the phrase time heals all wounds?

Whoever came up with that obviously didn't experience a broken heart. If anything, time makes it worse.

Crying over someone a day after they've stamped on your heart is normal. Understandable. Even a few days afterwards is still not passed that line of patheticness.

But once a week hits, people expect you to move on. They no longer offer you words of sympathies for what happened to you.

It's old news. Something to be forgotten.

But no matter how hard you try, you can't forget. It's impossible. All you want is to find a magical time machine and go back to before that moment that changed everything.

You just can't stop thinking about it. Can't stop thinking about them. And wondering if they're thinking about you.

But you already know that answer. And it hurts knowing that you haven't crossed their minds at all.

You're just not as important to them as they are to you.

Every time you picture their face or imagine their voice, you're heart aches. You wish more than anything that'd they'd for once just think about you and realize they miss you.

So you play out scenes in you head. Things you would say to them and how they would respond. But it's all just in your head, making you feel worse.

You know you need to stop. Need to stop clutching on to old memories and fantasies you had.

But you're terrified that the moment you let go is the moment they think about you. The moment they remember you and that for once they are the ones who want what they can't have.

Beneath all this hopeless hope, there is that logical side that you know you should listen to. That logic keeps you from falling back down into La-La Happy Land.

Your fantasies are just that. Fantasies. Nothing more.

They're not thinking of you. They're not missing you. And they're not going to start thing about you. They won't be missing you.

'Cause that's just a fairytale.

xXx

I must be some kind of masochist. It's the only explanation for the reason why I'm sitting here at this table. The table where I met him.

And not only am I sitting at the exact spot where I met him, but I'm also wearing the shirt I was wearing that day.

Sad, that I remembered what I was wearing, I know. But it's just one of those details that stays stuck in your brain.

To anyone else that would seem weird that wearing this shirt at this place is making me miserable, but to me it's normal.

'Cause I can't stop thinking about the last time I was wearing this shirt in this spot, I was happy.

I was smiling because someone had noticed me. More than that. He had sat down and started talking to me. To a complete stranger.

Instead of sitting with his friends, he had sat down at my table, where I was all alone.

Axel had been sick with the flu for a week and I had spent my lunches drawing, trying to ignore the fact that I was all alone, surrounded by groups of friends who were laughing and having fun. No matter how hard I tried to not be upset about this, I couldn't help it. Just because you're used to being invisible doesn't mean you enjoy it.

But, he had sat down. I had seen him coming towards me from the corner of my eye. I had figured he would turn any second and go to a different table.

So, it came as a complete surprise when he sat down across from me and greeted me like we were old friends.

He had told me that he had seen me all by myself and thought I needed someone to talk to.

I guess that's why I fell so hard. No one had ever done that for me. All those lunches over the years eating by myself, no one had ever paid attention to me. No one had ever cared enough to come sit with me.

But he had.

And after that lunch, I thought I'd never see him again. He'd forget all about the girl with the deep blue eyes who liked to draw.

But, he came back. And he continued to eat lunch with me. Even a week later, when Axel had finally gotten well enough to come to school, Riku had stayed and eaten with us.

When he saw me in the halls, he'd wave and sometimes even walk with me.

I was happy. At that point he was just a new friend who I enjoyed being with. But then as time passed and he started to…

I shook my head, wanting the memories to just go away. It took me a few seconds to realize the tears trickling down my cheeks. Wiping them off I looked around to see if anyone had seen me crying.

Of course, no one had. No one ever gave the quiet, shy girl a second glance. Well, no one that is except him.

No! Must stop thinking about Riku. It only causes more pain.

I start to rip off the crust on my sandwich when Axel sits down across form me.

"Why are we sitting at this table?" he asks.

"'Cause I had to stay after in art cause Mrs. Gainsborough wanted to discuss my portfolio. By the time I got out here someone had already taken ours. This was the only empty table," I answered him.

Not entirely true. There had been another empty table. Yet I still chose this one. Like I said, I must be some kind of masochist.

Why else would I feel drawn to this table? Am I wishing that if I close my eyes and picture the detail perfectly I can somehow transport back to that last time when I sat here in this shirt? Yeah, I am. Pathetic

"Okie dokie," he responded.

"Yuppers."

Axel eyed me. "You've been crying."

"No I hav-" I began, but Axel just stares at me with those knowing eyes of his.

It's scary how well he knows me.

"What's wrong? It's not about him is it? 'Cause it's his loss. You deserve someone much better," he says.

"I hate when people say that it's so-and-so's loss. They clearly don't see it that way."

"Naminé," Axel states, sympathetically

The next thing I know is that he's gotten up and walked around the table over to me. I feel his strong arms wrap around me.

"It is his loss. You're beautiful, sweet, and funny. If that dick can't see that, then he's not worth your time," Axel tells me, still hugging me.

"Thanks, Axel."

He kissed me on the cheek. "Love you, Naminé."

"Love you," I reply.

Those words should make my heart race and send shivers down my spine, but I'm used to Axel telling me he loves me. And I love him, but only like a brother.

People always tell us we make such a great couple. But we're just friends. He's not gay nor does he have a girlfriend, there's just no spark between us.

Axel lets go and sits back down. "So, anything more happen with Roxas?"

He grins as I feel my cheeks heat up.

"No," I mumble.

Without even thinking about it, I glance toward the tree where Roxas is reading.

"Go ask him to eat with us," Axel urges me.

I so badly want to, but what if Roxas doesn't think of me as a friend? What if just thinks I'm someone to talk to in Physics? Just a science partner?

I shake my head.

"Naminé," Axel scolds.

"Can't. People scare me. Remember?" I reply.

Axel merely rolls his eyes at me. "You're so damn shy."

Ugh, I hate that about myself. I want to be outgoing, but whenever I talk to someone (unless they're like Axel and I'm really good friends with them) my tongue gets all tied up and my face turns bright red and stays that way.

Another reason I liked Riku so much. Yes, I was still timid around him and nervous whenever I thought about him. But I was still comfortable when I was with him.

Ugh. Must. Stop. Thinking. About. Riku.

"If he wanted to talk to me, he'd do so," I tell Axel.

"Or he could be thinking you only think of him as a science partner. He's probably wishing that you'd come over and invite him to sit with you," Axel says.

Yeah right. 'Cause I'm sure he's thinking about me. What a joke!

I glance over at him again. Only this time he's not alone. My stomach twists when I see the tall, skinny, blonde, field-hockey playing, Queen Bee Larxene talking to him.

"Ah, Larxene. Should have known she'd try for the new guy," Axel comments, following where I'm staring.

I watch as Roxas looks up from his book. Larxene says something to him, a huge smile on her pretty, smug face. Roxas responds and shakes his head. Then without saying anything else, he goes back to reading. Larxene turns around and storms off back to her table where all her friends are waiting.

"She looks happy," Axel says sarcastically. "She's not used to being rejected by someone, especially a guy she has her sights set on."

I look away from Roxas and take a bite out of my sandwich. "See? I bet you she asked him to sit with her and he said no. He obviously doesn't want to sit with any one."

"I wouldn't want to sit with Larxene either. She is quite intimidating. But, I truly think it's not that he doesn't want to sit with someone. The right girl just hasn't asked him yet."

As much as I want that to be true, I'm not convinced. So, I shrug and take another bite of my sandwich.

Axel sighs. He knows he won't make me budge. I may be shy, but I can be stubborn as a mule.

The bell rings a few minutes later. Axel throws our trash away. We walk back inside the building and go our separate ways.

I try to ignore the increase in my heart as I make my way toward my classroom.

I don't like Roxas. I don't like Roxas. I don't like-

But the moment I walk in the class and spot his messy hair, ripped jeans, and amazing eyes, my face heats up and my heart pounds so loud I can hear it.

Why do I feel this way? I just meet him like a week ago. We've only talked a few times and other than that first day it's been me asking him questions about what we were learning.

I've discovered that my hunch about Roxas when I first saw him couldn't have been more wrong.

'Cause the kid's a freaking genius. Why the hell he's not in more advanced classes, I have no clue. But not only does grasp whatever Mr. Sephiroth is trying to teach us, but he actually understands it so he can help me with my work.

As I sit down Roxas looks up and smiles. But that's all he does, before retuning to his book.

Feeling disappointed, I take out my sketchbook. Then, immediately feel stupid. What did I expect him to say?

I start a new page and let my mind wander, allowing my hand to just draw without over thinking anything.

Haven't seen Riku in forever. It's the longest time I've gone without talking to him since I met him.

Long hair is sketched on the page now. Along with an outline of a face.

Wish he wanted to talk to me. Can't we still be friends? Guess he doesn't want to be.

Perfect, soft lips now fill the space between the drawing's chin and nose.

I just want things to be different. Why couldn't they for once happen like they were supposed to?

My hand picks up a new pencil. Aqua eyes are now being added to the face on the paper.

Why couldn't this have worked out? I was so sure it would. So sure he was different.

The bell rings, making me jump.

My eyes focus on the drawing on the table before me.

Riku. I was drawing Riku.

Again.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

"Who's that?" asks a voice from next to me.

Of course he had to see. I should really be more careful when drawing.

Looking at Roxas I see that he's staring at the drawing. But what surprises me is the look on his face.

It's almost disappointed. But, that can't be right. No, I must be mistaken.

He glances back at me, meeting my eyes.

"So, is he your boyfriend or something?"

Another twist in my heart.

I shake my head, but say nothing. The hurt must be apparent in my face, because Roxas' expression changes, making him look remorseful.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to pry," he says and turns away.

Great, now I feel guilty. I'm just about to tell him that I didn't minded, but Mr. Sephiroth clears his throat loudly.

Goodie. Time for torture.

"Today I'm going to pass back your test from last week. Some of you did good while others," he paused and I swore he glanced at me as he said the next part, "were unsatisfactory. You'll have the entire class to do test corrections. You must write them on a separate sheet of paper and show all work. If you have questions ask your lab partner. But I expect minimal talking."

He then started to pass out tests. A few kids let out small cheers, while others groaned.

I stared at the black table top, praying for a passing grade.

"Naminé."

I look up, my head feeling as if it were made out of lead. Mr. Sephiroth hands me my test. I smile weakly at him, a smile that goes unreturned. As he walks away I flip over the test.

A big fat F glares back at me.

"Fuck," I whisper. The moment I hear the word slip from my lips I clasp my hand to my mouth.

I never swear. It's just in bad taste. But, occasionally when I feel like I've hit rock bottom, I use some not so very nice colorful words.

I hear a chuckle and turn.

"Don't worry. I think I was the only one that heard that," Roxas says, a huge grin plastered on his face. His blue eyes are gleaming. Apparently I'm amusing.

"Sorry. Just slipped. I didn't mean to-"

"Hell. Shit. Bitch. Damn. Fuck. Don't worry I've heard worse. And trust me, I'm no saint. It's just surprising someone like you said one," he replies, laughter in his voice.

"Someone like me?" I ask.

"Yeah, all sweet and innocent," he answers, smiling at me, letting me know he thinks they're good qualities.

"Um, thanks."

"Naminé, a little less talking. A little more trying not to fail," Mr. Sephiroth reprimands from his desk.

Heads turn towards me. My cheeks are burning so hot, I'm shocked they didn't catch fire.

"What a dick," Roxas growls, under his breath so I could only hear him.

I shrug and stare at my test. The first page is covered in red pen. I stare at it longer, wishing the answers would show themselves. But, no such luck.

Peeking at Roxas, I see that he's reading. He wasn't here when we took the Test of Doom, so instead of spending the next hour and a half in agony, he gets to do something he enjoys.

I reread the first question. And then I reread it again. And again.

Nothing sticks. I might as well be reading Japanese.

Should I ask Roxas for help? Or wait for him to offer?

I chose the latter and move on to the next question. After five minutes of not having a clue as to what I'm doing, I comprehend that he's not going to offer his assistance.

"Um, Roxas," I stammer as I lightly tap his arm.

He looks away from his book. "Yeah?"

"Can you help me with this?"

Roxas looks at his book and then at me, a torn expression on his face. "Sure," he says finally. "Can I finish this chapter first?"

I nod and turn away.

Not sure how I'm feeling about this. Annoyed that he'd rather read than talk to me? Insulted? Not really. Just disappointed. 'Cause if there was any small chance that Roxas liked me (though I'm not saying I like him) he'd be more than excited to help me.

Right? When someone has a crush on you aren't they supposed to want to talk to you?

But, of course just 'cause someone talks to you and always sits next to you when he eats lunch with you doesn't mean he likes you.

Ugh, thinking about Riku again. Need to stop.

"Okay, done," Roxas states as he closes his book. "What do you need help on?"

"Um, the whole thing?"

"Okay. Guess we should start at the beginning then," he replies, grinning.

For the next hour, he explained the items on the test that I had completely bombed. A few things he had to show my several times before I understood what he was saying. But, he was always very patient. More so than the teacher ever was.

"Okay, times up. Please turn in your test corrections. They must be turned in today, or else no credit," the teacher instructed.

I looked down at my test corrections, proud of myself for what I had accomplished.

"Thank you so much," I gushed. "I actually understand this somewhat now!"

"Yeah, no prob," he replies, sounding distracted.

"Hey, Roxas?" I look over and see that his head in now in his novel.

Does he ever stop reading?

"Yeah?" he asks, not looking up.

"If you're really smart, then why don't you take the advanced class?" I respond back, timidly.

That gets him to look up. He gazes at me, his beautiful sapphire eyes locked onto mine, pensive expression on his face.

"Because I honestly don't see the point," he answers after a few more seconds of silence.

"The point?" I repeat, puzzled.

"Yeah. Advance classes learn pretty much the same useless information. The only difference is that they also have to do more useless work," he replies.

"So, you're lazy?" Oh, that sounded really rude.

He smiles. "No, it's more than that. I'm just apathetic. I don't see the purpose of working your ass off and then still getting a B 'cause you don't reach the teacher's standards. It also bothers me that no longer being smart is good enough. Parents and teachers all expect us to be the best. If we earn B's than why isn't it an A? If we earn an A, why isn't it higher? And if that A is lowered, everyone freaks out."

He paused to take a deep breath.

Thank goodness. For a moment there I thought he was gonna turn blue from lack of oxygen.

He then started talking again, apparently not being finished with his explanation.

"School is just a competition. Everyone is smart, so in order to get that A we have to do meaningless shit, just to prove that we are better than everyone else. And then after high school we're all expected to go to the top of the line colleges. And then after that we have to work at jobs we hate, just so we can earn more money than our neighbors. I guess I'm just sick of it. Learning all this crap that I don't care about. If it were up to me I'd spend the whole day learning about history and religions. 'Cause those are the only subjects I really give a damn about."

Wow, that was quite a monologue he had going. Most words I've heard him speak in one conversation.

"You like history the best? Not English?"

"Ah, the assumption that because I love to read, I also enjoy memorizing grammar rules and writing essays. No. I actually hate English," he replies.

"That's surprising. How come?"

"Again, English is subjective. It's living up to the teacher's expectations. If a teacher doesn't agree with my thesis, then they'll tell me I have to rewrite it. You can never write what you want to if you want to get a good grade. English class is just a lot of bull shitting. I also really hate being force to read something dull and then having to annotate it," he states.

Man, once you get this kid going, he never stops.

"Sorry," he apologizes, looking sheepish. "Didn't mean to overload you. These thoughts just build up in my head, but I have no one to rant to. You happened to be the unfortunate one who asked my opinion. I guess I kinda went overboard. I'm gonna read now," he trails off.

I can't help but crack a smile. It was cute how he got all embarrassed. His cheeks all flushed looking.

"Naminé are you going to turn in your work, or are you going to stare at Roxas all day?" asks Mr. Sephiroth, coming up to our table.

The whole class turns to look at me, for the second time that day. Some snicker, others make kissy faces at me. I peek at Roxas, whose face is buried so much into his book; I'm surprised he can read it.

"Here it is," I reply, handing him the paper.

He glances at it before walking back to his desk.

A few kids still smirk at me, but thankfully the bell rings seconds later.

I grab my stuff and head toward the door. Someone calls out my name and I turn around.

"Talk to you later, Naminé," Roxas says slinging on his one-strap backpack.

I wave at him and exited the classroom, before the people behind me push me through the doorway.

As I walk to my locker I can't help but to let a huge grin spread across my face. Was it just my imagination, or did Roxas also seem embarrassed by the teacher's remark? I couldn't read his facial expression, but why else would he have hidden his face with his book?

Could he like me? That'd be really nice. But, after the whole Riku fiasco, how can I be sure now? He really screwed up everything I thought about the behavior of boys.

Speak of the devil.

The smile drops from my face when I see someone with long, silvery hair leaning against my locker.

"Hi, Naminé," Riku greets as I walk up to him. He throws his arms around me and squeezes.

"Hi," I respond, returning the hug, though not as enthusiastically as him. My good mood evaporated the moment I saw him.

Why does he make it so hard to get over him?

Wish he'd stop hugging me. To me, it means something more. The first time he hugged me, I couldn't believe it. It had taken an hour for my heartbeat to return to normal. But, I soon found out the hug meant very little to him. Just an exchange between friends. Nothing more.

My throat clenches up, as I think back to that memory of that hug. I had been so excited, so sure he liked me back.

"Naminé?"

His voice brings me back to the present. I start to open my locker.

"How have you been?" he asks.

"Good," I lie. He doesn't need to know that I still fall asleep crying over him.

"Any plans for the upcoming weekend?"

"Chilling with Axel," I reply as I bend down to pick up my textbook. "You?" I ask merely to be polite.

"Hanging out with Kairi," he says fast, almost as if he's unsure whether or not he really wants me to know.

The words linger in the air.

He's hanging out with Kairi.

Hanging out with his girlfriend.

'Cause I know they're dating now. I've seen them together in the halls. Yet, it still stings more to hear him confirm it.

I smile at him, not wanting him to know how those words made me feel. Like someone is sitting on my chest, making it impossible for me to breath.

"Have fun," I tell him, a little too chipper.

"You too." He reaches out and hugs me again. Pulling away he adds, "I'll call you later, okay?"

I nod, knowing full well he won't.

"Bye."

I walk away from him. No tears fall from my eyes.

But I know they will tonight.

xXx

"I can live without you, but without you I'll be miserable at best."

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Personally, this chapter bothers me. I must have used the word but like forty times.

So what did you think? Did you like it? Hate it? Review and tell me you honest opinion!

Also how would you feel if I wrote some chapter in Roxas' POV? Would you guys be interested in that?

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