Chapter 3: First Meeting

"You girls ready to make an entrance?" Naminé asked looking to her entourage expectantly behind her bulky designer sunglasses. To say that Naminé was prepared for today would be an understatement. Her outfit was phenomenal, make up splayed about her face flawlessly, and smile beauty pageant perfect. Everything aspect of her superficial self was in order and within mere seconds, all of her time spent meticulously erasing any possible flaw from her appearance would pay off as her peers offered their praise and admiration.

"As always!" Selphie beamed taking her spot on Naminé's left. Kairi nodded confidently and stood at Naminé's right. Olette, on the other hand, was nervous. Okay, she wasn't just nervous. She was terrified.

Sure, this wasn't her first time 'making an entrance,' but something about the idea of having everyone's eyes on her always made the brunette's stomach lurch. Olette really had never been the type of girl that was able to just strut into school like she was queen of the universe. She was the kind of girl that preferred an entirely different world outside this bubble she was living in. Not that she would ever say anything. High school was a jungle and in order to survive, Olette's best bet was to maintain her position at Naminé's side. Olette sighed at her fate.

"Lett? Lett?"

Olette's head snapped up, her daze broken. All of her friends were fixed on her frame. "Y-Yeah?"

Naminé rolled her crystal blue eyes in annoyance. "I asked are you ready?"

"Oh, um yeah,..sorry," the brunette mumbled twisting her braids.

Naminé scoffed, flicking back a strand of corn silk hair. "Yeah, whatever." Olette didn't say anything, but continued to trail behind the blond girl obediently. Removing her sunglasses, Naminé scanned the school surroundings vigilantly; her black open toe heels grazed the grass, pushing the small plates of grass down into the earth and the sky above them was cloaked in a heavy dark, threatening to erupt at any second.

Curiosity began infecting the blonde the longer she searched. Why hadn't she seen Sora? Normally, the porcupine headed brunette could be spotted easily since he always hung around the school's courtyard with a bunch of his friends. No gravity defying spikes could be sighed, however, and Naminé sighed as she noted only a group of unfamiliar students occupying the area with their eyes instantly glued to Naminé as she passed.

The attention did bring a smile to her face though. It made sense since she was the most popular girl at school. Naminé was the girl that guys wanted and girls wanted to be. Everyone loved her. And she was confident that Roxas would too.

The mere thought of the mysterious boy caused Naminé's stomach to twist itself into uncomfortable knots. She wanted to meet him so bad, but where was Sora?

An impatient sigh passed from Naminé's lips. Who did Sora think he was to keep her, Naminé Misaki waiting? Really, here she was, about to make her entrance, and he was nowhere to be seen! Waiting only a moment more, Naminé gave up, and pushed open the school doors. The pointless chatter that had filled the sunset orange halls had ceased.

Nearly every student simultaneously flicked their attention to Naminé…and her friends—but mostly Naminé. Her designer heels clacked against the tiled floor; it was as if the hallway had become her personal catwalk. People standing beside their lockers whispered, boys stared after dreamily, and again, Naminé couldn't contain the satisfied smirk that played at her lips.

"Hey Naminé," a seductive voice called from behind her. The blonde glanced over her shoulder, bored. Her cerulean orbs met exotic aquamarine. Riku Almasy. One of Twilight High School's top 'hotties.' With his wavy silver hair, tropical colored eyes, and well toned, it was obvious why most girls in the school wanted him.

Did Naminé? Not really; he was good eye candy, true, but he just wasn't what she was looking for. Naminé, however, smiled coyly at the senior in return before brushing past him. Flirting was never against the rules.

Besides the obvious, Naminé didn't even know what she wanted in a guy. Even Sora, the boy who she had been crushing on, wasn't entirely perfect. He was much closer than any of the other boys she had dated and crushed on over the years, but there was still something missing. Something that prevented her from ever having a real relationship with him.

But what was it?

"So, wanna hang out after school today?" Riku casually asked as he pursued the blonde farther into the hallway. Naminé placed the tip of her finger on her well glossed lips, as if really putting some thought into the answer.

"Sorry Riku, but I've got some important stuff I need to take care of," Naminé apologized, her lips jutting out into a small pout. Even though she wasn't sorry. At all. She never really was.

Riku tried to hide his disappointment with his signature playboy smirk. "Well next then." Riku winked before walking off in the other direction.

"I don't get why you won't date Riku, he's like totally hot," Selphie said, stealing glances at the senior as he disappeared into the crowd. Why did Riku always go after Naminé? It was totally unfair, how no one but her was ever good enough.

Naminé didn't bother glancing back but merely shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I just don't want to date him."

Selphie huffed, her bangs blowing in the process, "But you flirt with him!" Selphie accused, almost letting her jealously seep into her tone. Almost. But she managed to conceal her true spite by replacing it with a confused expression.

Naminé didn't notice. "So, I flirt with all the guys," she replied as though it was obvious and maybe in her case it was.

Selphie giggled. "All the guys?"

"EW! No!" Naminé squealed, waving her hands around to swat the thought away "Just the hot ones!"

Selphie wiped a hand across her forehead in fake relief. "That's good...hey Kairi, what are you staring at?"

Kairi blinked wildly, her heart suddenly racing. "N–Nothing, I-I just s-saw S-Sora that's all," Kairi finished stuttering, quickly looking away to hide her growing blush. Kairi felt stupid for letting herself get caught staring at Sora. Even if he looked really cute today in his navy blue polo and jeans...

"Finally!" Naminé exclaimed dramatically and out of habit, she fluffed her hair before walking over.

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Sora, the target of Naminé's piercing blue eyes, was talking to his cousin, Roxas.

Unfortunately, his aunt and uncle hadn't been able to talk the blond out of his secretive scheme to conceal his blindness. And this wouldn't be so bad if Sora wasn't stuck acting as his cousin's personal seeing eye dog who had to pretend his cousin wasn't blind every time someone came up to strike a conversation with them. It was annoying to say in the least, but Sora had to endure it. Roxas was his cousin and he figured that eventually everyone would know.

"So, you'll help me go to my classes, right?" Roxas whispered, glancing around to make sure no one was listening then abruptly stopped. What was he doing? It's not like he could even see anyway.

Sora rolled his eyes, "Yeah, but I don't how you'll even do anything, I mean you won't be able to s-"

"Shh!" Roxas hissed his azure eyes narrowed, "I know, that's why I go to get help."

Sora's eyes widened, "You mean like special ed?" Once the words were out of Sora's mouth, his eyes widened even further. Why did he just have to say that?

This time Roxas was the one to roll his eyes. "Yes Sora, I have to go there, but as far as anyone here knows I don't go there, got it?"

Sora nodded his head. The brunette understood completely. If people knew he had to go to Special Ed, well his cousin's social life would be over. Kids were cruel after all.

"Sora?" Sora's muscles tensed. He knew that voice. He knew that voice very well. The sugary, plastic voice of Naminé Misaki.

"H-Hey Naminé, what's up?" the brunette nervously asked, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Naminé placed her hands behind her back cutely. "Oh, nothing just wondering how your cousin was?"

"M-My cousin?" Sora repeated dumbly, trying to pretend like he didn't have the slightest clue as to what the blonde girl was talking about.

"Mmmhm~ Selphie mentioned he was coming here today, right?" Naminé persisted as her patience slowly began to thin. She didn't feel like playing games today. She had put in way too much work to not meet Roxas. And if Selphie had lied to her about Roxas, she had better start polishing Naminé's Prada heels.

"U-Uh…"

"Right," Roxas agreed, abruptly stepping from behind his cousin. Roxas grinned crookedly, while in his head attempting to visualize the blonde girl. All his mind could conjure up, however, was the image of a little five year old Naminé from his childhood.

"Y-You're Roxas?" Naminé for the first time in years stuttered, butterflies filling her stomach as she stared at him. His odd but perfectly spiked blond hair, well toned body, dazzling crooked smile and his eyes. His gorgeous grey tinted azure eyes. Naminé never thought there could possibly be a hottie jackpot until today.

Roxas grinned wider. "The one and only!"

Naminé returned the gesture as her stomach continuing to do flips. "Well, I'm Naminé Misaki."

"Wait, Roxas-Roxas Strife?" someone softly said from behind Naminé. The voice belonged to Olette; the shy brunette's emerald green eyes widened in surprise as she approached Roxas.

Roxas paused until his mind was able to recognize the voice, "Olette?"

Olette smiled broadly before flinging her arms around the boy. "Roxas!"

Roxas laughed, putting the brunette at arm's length as he pretended to look her over. "Olette, it's so great to see you!"

"I know! It's been too long," Olette agreed and for once, Naminé was the one looking on with envy. She was the one left in back as though invisible. It was something that Naminé would not tolerate.

"Oh, so you know each other?" Naminé feigned her surprise with a plastic smile. Olette stopped laughing once she caught Naminé's glare and quickly untangled herself from the blond boy.

"Um...yeah we used to go to school together," Olette mumbled, again reverting to her shy self. What had she been thinking? Roxas, from what she could already tell, was officially Naminé's. And you don't just go hug Naminé's guy...unless you want to commit social suicide.

"Really?" Naminé's plastic smile widened, yet her eyes were icy blue as they locked with Olette's jade orbs.

"We met in first grade when Hayner tried eating Olette's cookie," Roxas continued with fond recollection.

The ice in Naminé's eyes abruptly melted as she switched her gaze to his. What was it about him that made her feel this way? He calmed her. He sent her heart into frenzies. He was gorgeous and could make her smile. And speaking of that smile, there was something vaguely familiar about it. Yet, Naminé pushed the thought aside. She didn't know him. They had just met.

"That's so cute," Naminé giggled and the anger boiling at the pit of her stomach dissolved once the attention was back on her.

"Yeah, it was pretty funny—Wait Hayner goes here doesn't he?" Roxas' azure eyes got big and sparks of exuberance flashed in his eyes.

Naminé pursed her well glossed lips for a second. "I think so, he has blond hair right?"

Another broad grin broke across Roxas' face. "That's him!"

"You know," Naminé said twirling a piece of hair around her finger coyly, "I could reintroduce you, if you wanted?"

"I would…like that," Roxas murmured but there was a trace of disappointment hidden beneath his cloudy eyes. It confused her, but she didn't pursue the thought.

'He's probably just disappointed because he thinks he's not up to my standard or something,' Naminé thought, internally shaking her head.

"Hey Rox, we have to get going. Class is gonna start soon," Sora said suddenly emerging on Roxas' right. He was pointing to the clock overhead in slight panic as he gripped his cousin's arm.

"Oh, well it was nice...meeting you," Roxas said softly, keeping his crooked smile intact. Sora was right. She didn't remember him.

Naminé felt her heart pick up speed. He was leaving. "If you want, I could come with you?" Naminé suggested, praying that she didn't sound desperate or something. That would be unacceptable. Even if she wanted him to stay, wanted to parade around the school with him on her arm while everyone watched on enviously, she couldn't sound desperate. In order to maintain her Queen Bee status, it was essential for her to keep cool.

Roxas took in a sharp breath of air. He couldn't let her find out. Not yet. "No thanks!" Roxas quickly blurted then shook his head for his stupidity. "I mean, I'm fine. I have Sora to help me out but, uh thanks for the offer though." Roxas rubbed the back of his head and gave a nervous laugh as his cousin began dragging him down the hallway.

Naminé blinked, bewildered. "Um..yeah." She then watched as the blond boy dissolved into the crowd of still stunned.

"I can't believe he like didn't say anything about your outfit!" Selphie said once it was certain that the two boys had disappeared around the corner.

Though, Selphie did make a good point. Roxas hadn't mentioned her outfit...at all. Most guys would compliment her outfit, her hair, how hot she looked. The usual. Yet, Roxas made no hint or any type of indirect notion that he liked her at all. He had even refused to have her, Naminé Misaki,show him to his next class. Just about every guy in the school would kill to be in her presence, but Roxas.

"He was probably just too like dazzled by how gorgeous I looked today to mention it," Naminé reasoned, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. The other girls nodded in agreement, following their leader as she started to strut down the hallway.

Again, eyes followed their every step but this time, Naminé ignored them. She didn't even bother flashing any flirtatious smiles at the blitzball team. Her thoughts were much too occupied by Roxas Strife. Roxas may not have given her the usual treatment but he was different.

And he would be hers.

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A/N: 5/16/13 This chapter didn't need too much of a makeover but something had to be done about the poor grammar. Again, I hope that everyone is enjoying!

Story Fact #3: I started this story at age 15…I'm 19 now.

Kit-Kat-Wafer-Thanks for your review! And thanks, I kinda thought Roxas being blind would really shake things up, you know? Instead of it being overly cliché I thought this would be better. Plus isn't it ironic? She's so obsessed with her looks but he can't even see what she looks likes. Thanks, I wanted him to know but her to forget for some added drama. I know, she was cute:) Aww thanks!:D Spinning by Jack's Mannequin? I'll have to look that song up!:D You'll have to stay tuned to find out!:) Oh and thanks again. I'm glad you like his personality. I normally don't portray him that way, but thought to change things up a little. I haven't quite fully developed the accident, I have a pretty good idea of what it's going to be though. Thanks again!:D