Something like Destiny

Chapter THREE.

Headaches, Munchkins and even more Awkwardness.

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Ok, for the second day in a row, I woke up in a dead sweat.

What that hell?

I was dreaming about this guy that I barely even knew...and, man, that dream, was...well.

Heh. (leave it at that.)

I made my way to class, only a few minutes later than usual. I hated to admit it, but I was getting pretty damn lazy.

I made it through my, and I quote, "Super Gayass 'Hooked on Phonics' for Retards." Math class. I made it through Sociology, although, I hit my head a few times on my desk so I didn't fall asleep.

Composition about killed me.

I swear, if our Comp Professor was any slower, we would be learning backwards.

I was free once it hit 1:45.

I went and got me some lunch...Once again, Subway, the sandwiches of the Gods.

I spent my hour break between class and work eating and reading. I needed to catch up on this series, and I only had time like this every once in a great while.

Finally, I drove to the next school...This time, it was an elementary school.

Great...

Smaller demonic munchkins...

I reached the school before Axel. Quite scary, if you ask me. He had been at the other schools before me, so I was wandering around like a lost puppy.

I made my way to the office, and asked if there was anything constructive I could do. Nope. Although, while I was down there, I met the person who I was covering for. Turns out, they could only come in 2 days this week, Wednesday and Thursday.

Enter Little Miss Perfect.

--Ahem--

I mean...

Enter Larxene.

Ok, I had my doubts on her at first. I mean, her hair scared me.

It was cut to about the nape of her neck, and most of it was cut so that it would form to her head, and look like it was slicked back in that manner. Two big chunks had been left out, they were about as long as her shoulders, and they spiked up and then down, looking almost like bug antennaes.

Her hair was scary.

But, I talked to her for about 20 minutes, until Axel showed up. We both realized that we felt like dumbasses because these people weren't letting us help with anything, so we were stuck just sitting there, looking like retards.

Turns out, she goes to T.C. too, and she's a freshman, like me, but, she takes totally different classes, but I had seen her on campus.

I asked her how she knew Axel, because he had told me yesterday that he had to call her and tell her of our new Plan of Action, which, was now canceled because of some dumb reason.

She told me that they had grown up around each other, he had lived down the road from her, but she had never seen him at school. She found that kind of odd, but brushed it of as maybe he went to a different school.

Axel finally showed up around 3, and came over to talk to us.

"Hey!" He said as he walked up. He recieved blank stares from me and Larxene.

"Your're late." Two words was all he got out of me.

"We didn't have to be here at 2:45, they don't really need us for snacks." Me and Larxene looked at each other.

"Oh, we know that...We felt like dumbasses because we couldn't help any." He laughed.

"Well, lets go and see what our jobs for today are." We all walked over to our Site Coordinator.

She told us that we were going to be split.

Axel: Kinder.

Me: 2nd and 3rd.

Larxene: 1st.

"Great, now we can't even have one of us to bitch to when the kids act up." Larxene spouted off as we walked out of the cafeteria, towards were our kids where at.

I hated to say, but I agreed.

"This does suck...I wish we were all together, I mean, we don't know these people yet they're just sticking us with random people." Axel just shook his head.

"Ya'll might be with people you don't know, but the guy I am with is a friend of mine." Ok, seriously, I think Axel has friends every damn school we have gone to. Not fair. Lucky bastard.

"Dear God Axel! Do you have someone you know at every school!" He chuckled.

"No, just at our first one, this one and yesterdays." He walked off, becuase he and his friend had to take the little ones to where ever they were taking them.

Did I mention that little kids give me headaches?

No?

Well, consider it mentioned.

We took them outside to play Kickball.

(Inside was a disaster...I had little munchkins running loose around the cafeteria while me and the guy I was working with tried to gather them all up and shut them up.)

Ok, by the time you are in 2nd grade or 3rd grade, you should have the logistics of Kickball downpat.

Not these kids.

After spending 10 minutes arguing over a name, (Names varying from 'The really cool kids who always win and everyone wants to be like them' to 'Angels' and even... dare I say it? 'Dallas Cowboys'...) We finally agreed to disagree on "Longhorns"

Ok, word of advice.

Never try and tell little kids to go to a certain base or area.

They don't understand.

After fighting with them for about another 10 minutes, I had my team set out on the field.

Ok, when the ball is kicked at you...You're supposed to catch it and throw it to a base...right?

These kids actually ran away from the damn ball.

The ball was rolled at them to be kicked...they run away.

The ball is thrown back to the pitcher...The pitcher runs away.

The ball is finally kicked by someone, and they get to run...they are running to base. The outfielder throws the ball at the baseman...The baseman runs away...

We gave up...and told the kids we were going to go out onto the playground. Never tell the kids where they are going before you get there...

It makes for total anarchy.

We finally get to the door that leads to the Playground.

"Ok, I need all of you to line up, straight line, level 0 voices. Meaning, no talking, and a straight line."

All I recieved were blank stares, no movement, and louder talking.

Alright. I can handle this.

"Line up! No talking!"

Once again, blank stares, no movement, louder talking.

Ok...I can play this game...Watch this.

"If you do not get in a straight line and shut up...You will not being going outside. You will sit in the cafeteria with your heads on the table."

Heh.

Instant silence. They tried to make a straight line.

As soon as I go to open the door... I hear this.

"I'M NOT TALKING! CAN WE GO OUTSIDE NOW!" I drop my head.

"Nope, you just talked."

Angry stares, louder than ever talking, even some backtalking.

My partner came over and did the one thing that cracked me up the rest of the day.

"Get into that cafeteria, sit down, heads on tables and if there is ANY talking, you will be given a referal and sent to the office!"

--grumble, mumble general attitudes.--

Heh. Roxas does not like being given an attitude. (note the third person there...hehehe...I love to talk in the third person.)

"We do not give attitudes, You are not old enough to even be allowed to have one!"

Deep sighs, huffing, hmphing, general pissieness.

Oh no they didn't!

I went black on them...hehe.

"Uh uh...there will be no --deeps sigh-- or any "hffffft" or "Tcka!" Sit down and shut up!"

Imagine me, Roxas, doing that, only it's a mix between a black girl and a valley girl.

Heh.

Finally, we get the kids outside.

Sweet freedom at last!

I was sorely mistaken.

Little kids seem to think it is the funnest thing in the world to chase and jump on their teachers.

I played football back in High School, and was a Wide Reciever. Meaning, I was lithe and wiry, yet strong, and could outrun a racehorse.

Apparently, racehorses can not outrun a herd of 2nd and 3rd graders...

We made an entire circuit of the playground before the little munchkins caught up to me. Suddenly, my arms, legs and chest were being sat upon by, at least, 20 different kids.

Darin and Nixa had gotten my left arm, Jaxen and Marixia had gotten my right arm. Lizi, Bronc, and Garrett had gotten my right leg and my left leg had Angel, Mirisa, and Jazz. The other ten kids had sat on my chest and stomach.

That wasn't all they did while sitting there.

I hate to admit this, but...

They found my ticklish spots.

Soon enough, they had me curled into the fetal position, laughing hysterically. Hard to believe I was actually having fun with these kids.

This went on for, at least 20 minutes. By the time they were done with me, my shirt was covered in dirt, my shorts were dusty and I had footprints all over me. Tomorrow I was going to be bruised.

I looked over at the nearest picnic table, and saw that Axel was sitting there, grinning.

"What?" He grinned even bigger, but chose to answer me.

"That was cute."

"What was cute?" He rolled his eyes.

"You and the kids, silly. That was just about the cutest thing I''ve seen." I just looked at him.

"That? Oh, I wasn't playing with them, I was just..." I trailed off...

"You weren't playing with them...You were just, playing with them?" He asked.

I looked at him and walked away. Why couldn't I just admit to him I was playing with the kids, and actually having fun? I felt defensive around him, like I didn't want him to really know me, yet, I wanted to know him. That seemed selfish, but, I was starting to get that way lately. I felt bad for being that way, but I had only known him for a few days, yet, for some reason, he was all I could think about. It was weird, and scary.

I didn't want to give in to the feeling that I got around him.

After a little while, my path brought me back close to where he was at. I didn't look up, and I didn't look over at him. I did however, hear him get up and his footsteps get closer and closer to me.

When he reached my side, I could sense his worry, and his discomfort.

"Look, I'm sorry if what I said went over the line, or if it made you uncomfortable..." He trailed off, and looked and looked over at me. I matched his gaze, my cerulean eyes locked onto his emerald orbs.

"It...it didn't really make me uncomfortable. I'm used to people saying stuff like that, but, I'm not used to praise like that...It throws me off..." He got a concerned look on his face.

"What do you mean?" I looked over his head, looking more towards the top of the trees around us than into his eyes.

"I mean, I'm not used to praise. It throws me off."

"I heard that...I meant, what does it mean?" I didn't know how to explain it, but, I knew that I could use my body to show him.

I bet the look on Axel's face when I threw my arms around him was pretty damned funny, but I wasn't paying attention. Neither was he. He ended up falling on the ground, and had managed to twist himself so that he took the blow on the ground, rather than me.

It was awkward, when we fell. Since he took the blow for me, I landed on top of him. And, seeing as how we fell, and the position we had been in...Our faces were mere inches away from each other. Our breathing evened out, and matched each other...our breath hitting each others cheeks as we tried to not make eye contact.

Why we didn't get up, I'll never know. All I know is that while we lay there, Axel's hand reached up and moved one of my blonde spikes out of my face...and his hand brushed my cheek, sending me into a blushing frenzy. He chuckled, and I felt it, rather than heard it, because of our close proximity. Finally, his hand went to my chin, tipping my head up to look at him.

The ocean met the sea in that moment, and it was like everything I had been thinking before had just vanished.

His intense gaze matched mine, and we stayed like that for just a few moments, before his face reached up to mine, and his lips brushed mine.

--Ahem--

Someone cleared their throat behind us.

"Oh boys...Better be glad that it was me who caught this, and not one of the other teachers." Damn, it was Larxene.

I stood up quickly, trying to hide my blushing face from Axel, who, appeared to be suffering from the same problem. Larxene just looked on in amusement as we looked at each other and blushed harder.

I turned and headed to the building, needing to leave before anything else was said, before anything else happened. I can't handle this right now, not with a co-worker, not with someone who is practically a stranger to me.

I can't handle the way his touch made me feel, how his lips barely brushing mine made me blush like a schoolgirl, how his slender hands could leave trails of fire where ever he touches me.

I can't handle myself around him anymore.

It's been getting worse and worse, the dreams, the feelings, the thoughts...the fire.

I reached my car without further incident, but that's where it ended.

As I was getting into my car and began to shut the door, I felt the door being wrenched open.

"Why did you run?" I looked up at him. I should have known better.

Those lovely emerald eyes were blazing, with anger or passion, I don't know, but they looked so damn good.

Stop it Roxas. You can't think that!

"Why?" He repeated.

"Because I...I had to." He just looked at me, I think I saw disgust, but I can't be sure.

He gave me a slip of paper.

"Call that tomorrow, We need to talk." I merely nodded my head and sat down in the driver's seat. I turned my car on, and was about to close my door, when I heard him.

"Goodbye, stay safe, Mi amore."

Damn it. Not again!

I just shook my head and shut the door.

I'll handle this tomorrow, when we talk.

The ride home, and all night, even into my class the next day...I could only think about that soft brushing of our lips.

What was he doing to me?