A/n:Hey there! Thanks for reading this so far. :3 And thank you even more, those who've favourited/story alerted and/or reviewed on this story thus far. Makes me all happy inside. x3

Also, I'm sorry the lesser-than sign didn't work in the last chapter. I forgot they don't show up on fanfic.

(to those whom it concerns, I tried to type fandic. Herpderp.)

Anyways...ON WITH THE STORY.

He was being watched. He knew it. He could feel it on his skin, the way the lecherous eyes scanned him, caressed his curves, undressed him.

He did not, however, know who it was, nor why they had decided that it would be a good idea to fuck him with their eyes during a major test.

Zexion gripped his pencil harder, glaring viciously around the room, searching for the lecherous cretin who dared to hinder his test-taking abilities.

Deep blue eyes landed on the blob of blond hair and bright purple shirt that was Demyx, passed out whilst half-sprawled out on his desk. Well, that's one less possibility, I guess, he thought as he moved to tuck his hair behind his ear and out of his visible eye-he made sure that his right eye remained covered. But who could it-oh. Zexion glared at the large boy next to him, and the reddish-brown-haired monstrosity that was Lexaeus glanced away quickly.

Lexaeus was pretty much a giant teddy bear. Except it hurt a lot more when he fell on you.

Zexion had first-hand experience with that.

"Heyyyyyyyyyy Zexy~!" Demyx said, throwing an arm around the bluenette's shoulders as they walked to the library. "Wanna work together?"

Zexion scowled, shrugging the tall blond's arm off. "I was hoping to work alone, actually."

"You have to work with someone else, Mr. Alvarado. No loners this time," their teacher, a relatively short brunette who looked more like a student than an English teacher with a doctorate.

"How bothersome-fine, then. I'll work with you, I suppose."

Demyx flailed and ran down the hall, clapping his feet together as he leapt into the air in victory, one fist shooting up. Zexion watched on in amusement, shaking his head slightly.

A light tapping on his shoulder made the blunette glance up suddenly. "Uh, hi."

"Hello, Lexaeus. Do you need something?" Zexion asked.

The large boy glanced around and pulled him off to the side. "Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

Zexion blinked. "No, not really."

Lexaeus nodded slightly, and walked away.

It hadn't been the first time he'd asked Zexion, nor was it the first time Zexion had rejected him; it happened quite often, actually.

Zexion wasn't really interested in a relationship.

"Yo, Ienzo, you ho-oh," came the unwelcome sound of Lea at six in the morning. The spiky red-head snickered, seeing the two boys intertwined on the bed. "Hey, Ven, Isa, come in here," he whispered loudly.

"What is-awwwwwww," Ven cooed under his breath. "They look like kittens."

"This is stupid, Lea. Come on. Let's go before they wake up and go apeshit on us," Isa drawled, rolling his eyes as he walked back out of the room.

Lea stared after the blue-haired boy, frowning. "He's such a downer," he said, before shrugging and pulling Ven out of the room with him.

Myde yawned, nuzzling his face into the surprisingly soft yet mildly spiked slate-blue hair of the boy he was curled around.

"Are you smelling my hair?" Ienzo asked, eye twitching slightly underneath his bangs.

"...maybe."

The next few days passed by uneventfully- they went to school, they went to band practice, they ate dinner, and then they went home and slept in their own beds, Ienzo having banned the blond from touching anything that belonged to him.

"But Ienzooooooo, it's cold and lonely over here," he whined.

"And this concerns me why?"

"Don't you love me?"

"No."

Myde flinched. "Well jeez, you don't have to be so rude about it..."

"I wasn't. You asked, and I responded truthfully."

Myde sighed, then. "Sometimes, people would rather hear a lie than the truth, because it doesn't hurt as much."

"...I don't care."

The blond turned his head and eyed him from across the room. "I know. But someday, you'll love me."

"Don't get your hopes up."

Myde smiled. "Too late," he said.

Ienzo could do nothing more than roll his eyes at the blond across the room.