Heeey, people! Here it is, the second chapter, complete with Demyx yummy-ness! ^u^ I'm sorry it took so long. ^^; I actually had it done about a week ago, but because of my stupid science grade, I was grounded. *sour face* stupid parents... Anyways, I got 4 whole reviews! Yay, the show can now go on! :D Thank you to Xxninny435xX, Anon:), luckless-is-me, and SilverNena for reviewing! :3 Let's see 5 reviews for this chapter now! Come on, people, you can do it, it's not that hard! ;)

Demyx O'Donohue. The smartest, coolest, most talent, and DEFINITELY the most popular boy in the 11th grade, no, in the whole school. Demyx, the only kid in the room besides Zexion. . . . Oh, fuck no. NOT a good thing. Zexion was about to just walk back out and hide in the bathroom or something until more people came, but of course Fate wanted to torture him some more, because Demyx chose that moment to turn and face him. Fuck. Zexion cursed the cruel gods who laughed in his face as Demyx took a step towards him.

It's not that he hated the popular blond. Quite the contrary; Demyx dazzled him as much as anyone else. No, more than everyone else. Much, much more. To be entirely specific, the boy completely blew Zexion's mind. He was falling for Demyx, and falling hard. But that exactly was the problem, in Zexion's mind. This totally . . . golden student, smart and cool, was way too good for him. Completely out of his league. League? Zexion scoffed in his mind. A fucked-up druggie HAS no league. They deserve no one. Zexion was making up excuses not to quit, but, truth be told, he hated it. He just felt so . . . dirty. Unclean. Contaminated. And Demyx was completely clean. Sterile. Untouched. Like a perfect, blossoming little white daisy. Innocent and carefree. No matter how much Zexion liked him, loved him, how could he possible bear staining his perfection, even just to get to talk to him? Never. It would be like cracking his own heart open, purposefully. He may be a druggie, but he wasn't a masochist, and Demyx didn't deserve becoming imperfect.

But karma always bites back, and now Zexion was just going to have to crack his heart open anyways. Maybe he should've expected this. Damned karma.

Demyx stopped a few feet away, blinding the already dumbfounded teen with his perfect smile. Zexion blinked rapidly, desperately scrabbling to think of a way to salvage the situation. But, presently being completely moonstruck by a completely perfect boy standing in front of him, no such brilliance came to him. Aside from the fluttering and skipping of him heart, the only think that could occupy his mind were those mesmerizing ocean green eyes . . .

Snap out of it! He blinked again, dazed, and then realized that Demyx was looking at him expectantly. Did he maybe ask him something? " Um . . . u-uh . . . what?" he stammered, like the total idiot that he was. He mentally cursed himself for behaving like this. Totally unacceptable. Demyx frowned ever so slightly, giving him a weird look. Maybe he'll think I'm crazy and walk away, Zexion thought hopefully. But, of course, he had no such luck. " I said, 'Hey, Zexion. What are you doing here so early?'" Damn his rotten luck. " I . . . had nothing better to do, I guess. I could ask you the same question, Demyx," he murmured, looking away. He had to really fight not to flinch as he said Demyx's name. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Demyx shrug and look down at the floor. " I had nothing better to do either, I guess . . ." he said quietly.

Luckily, Fate was done torturing him for the moment, as a swarm of kids started arriving, including, thank God, Demyx's talkative best friend, Axel Flynn. Well, maybe that wasn't SO bad, Zexion conceded as he found the seat with his name on it and hid himself behind a book as usual. But, I suppose I'll keep away for a while just in case . . . His thought was lost, however, by Demyx taking his seat as well - right in front of him. . . . Fuck. Holy fucking shit. Fate really loved torturing him, didn't it? Zexion had to stare at the back of Demyx's perfect head for 50 minutes a day? Pure fucking torture. Could it get any worse? Yeah, it probably could. Damn Fate.

Looking back later, Zexion could really say how he survived the next 50 minutes. But somehow, he did so without going insane, and as soon as the bell rang, he bolted out the door. He escaped to the library and stayed there for the rest of the day, not bothering with any more tedious classes. But, just as soon as he thought it safe and was moving to leave for the day, his luck betrayed him once again. " I knew I'd find you here, of all places." A slightly put out looking Demyx appeared, blocking the only exit. Zexion stopped short and looked down at the carpet. He wouldn't let his thoughts escape him this time. " Yeah, so what? What do you want, Demyx?" he hissed without looking up. What do you want from ME? Why me? Demyx's usually cheerful and bubbly voice was now laced with concern - a very, VERY bad sign. He was concerned about Zexion. Zexion, of all people. " You left so . . . quickly. And you didn't show up to any other classes the whole day . . . Are you okay, Zexion?" he asked anxiously. Zexion had to grit his teeth to keep from laughing like a maniac. Was he okay? No, he was fucking NOT okay. But that shouldn't matter to perfect golden boy Demyx. He took a deep breath, looking up and glaring at the blond. " You shouldn't ask me that, Demyx. You couldn't care." He saw Demyx frown again. " Why not?" Zexion swept past him without looking back. " Because I'm not worth caring about."