Chapter 7: Jealousy 101

"And we like shared the like most romantic moment ever!" Naminé squealed as she retold her epic tale of her and Roxas' special lunch 'date.' Well okay it wasn't exactly a date, but when gossiping, especially among her BFFS, one must learn to stretch the truth. Only a little of course.

Selphie fanned herself dramatically, "That sounds so totally romantic! You're so lucky Naminé! Roxas is sooo hot!"

Naminé flicked a strand of her corn silk hair from her face, and beamed, "I know! He's wayyyy better than Sora."

Kairi flinched upon hearing this. Maybe, just maybe it bothered her that Naminé who only a few days ago had declared Sora, her Sora as her proclaimed boyfriend was out. And now, Roxas is suddenly her new boyfriend! It was like Sora never mattered-Like, like he was just some toy she got bored with and threw away! So, what would that mean for Roxas? Would he just be another one of Naminé's play things? A shiny new toy that eventually gets thrown away.

The red head didn't realize her anger until she was nearly suffocating her calculus homework. Her once beautiful and legible penmanship was now nothing more than a crumpled, distorted mess. Kairi groaned.

Naminé blinked her face freezing as she stiffly turned her head to meet Kairi's burning violet eyes, "Um...Excuse me, I was talking and what were you doing?"

The flames in Kairi's eyes, as quickly as they had come, just as quickly were extinguished, "Huh, oh I was-"

"Not listening to one of the most important things to have ever happened to me?" Naminé finished with her signature plastic smile

Kairi licked her suddenly dry lips, feeling like a deer caught in headlights, "Uh...s-sorry?"

Naminé cast Kairi a chilling glare, as Selphie and Olette watched. Olette wanted to do something, honest, but...But she just couldn't. To stand up to Naminé was a task that came with consequences. Consequences that would mean her eating her lunches behind the dumpster for the rest of her high school years.

Selphie on the other hand, didn't want to help. She as always, only cared for her own status. But this was high school, a dog eat dog world. Kairi couldn't and shouldn't expect her to bail her out. It was her own fault after all, not bothering to pay attention to Naminé-The queen.

Selphie knew so very well, that in order to steal the crown, she would have to play her role well. The role of the completely supportive best friend. The one the queen trusts the most. The one the queen goes to when she needs a second opinion on her outfit. The one that the queen would never suspect of treachery. It was an easy enough role for the brunette to play-it was almost natural.

Soon though, a moment passes, the clock on the other side of the room tics idly, and the corner where the girls are all gathered is silent. Not that this should be too out of the ordinary, this was after all study hall. Yet, the group of girls had never been quiet-though no one in the room complained (except maybe the teacher, of course). They were all too gossip hungry, all too envious. Each person a vulture that lingered overhead. Just waiting. Straining their ears to catch even the smallest of words.

They wanted so desperately to be a part of popular crowd- even when they didn't realize how corrupt their system was. And they would never know, they were far too ignorant. So they gave their every ounce of attention to the group of girls, to Naminé, hoping that one day their fairytale would come true-however unlikely it was.

And it was this attention that they or moreover, Naminé fed off of. She was the center of attention. The ever shining star of the school. Everything she said or did, was important and she loved that feeling. The feeling that everyone loved her, that everyone needed her. That everyone wanted to be her. She would never have to feel alone...

Naminé's icy blue eyes then scan the room, she knew her peers were on the edges of their seat. Just waiting for her to say something. To, hopefully for them, decree Kairi was out of her circle and suddenly pull one of them in. It wouldn't happen of course, but Naminé knew she had held the suspense enough-Her audience after all was waiting.

"Kairi," Naminé's cool, composed and silky voice addressed the red head, who, like a trained dog, snapped her head towards her master obediently.

"Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll let this go-Just this once, "Naminé raises one finger, her sugary smile perfectly intact, "But, for the rest of the day, I want you to trade spots with Olette and Selphie to take your spot."

A round of gasps encased the room, and everyone could practically see the triumph flit across Selphie's face, as a secret smile grew on her lips. Of course that expression scattered, when she turned to face Kairi. Then, then there was this false helplessness. It wasn't that Selphie wanted to steal Kairi's spot-the beta's spot- but when the alpha-the queen-gives an order you can't refuse.

"You understand, right?" Kairi only nodded her head, and Naminé smiled in satisfaction despite the nagging voice in the back of her head. The voice that nearly screamed how horrible she was being. How she should take whatever pole was lodged up her rear out and apologize to her best friend. It was that very same voice she had thought was long gone by now. The voice she had driven away-ignored for years now. Yet that voice seemed to be persistent. Suddenly coming back to try and pull her down. Drag her down with the weight of guilt.

But..Naminé wouldn't give in so easily. She was an expert at locking the guilt up. Confining it to some forlorn drawer in her mind, before taking the key and sealing it shut. The blond girl, after all had no time for such feelings. Naminé was the ruler of the school. If she were to succumb to such a ridiculous feeling, even for her friend. It would mean the end of everything she had worked so hard for. So, as usual Naminé's face was set in its usual expression of superiority-After all she was better than everyone else.

Although, perhaps her significant other had arrived-her king. The only one that could possibly be placed among her ranks. The very thought of that significant other transformed Naminé's sour mood into elation.

Naminé began to wonder where he was. What he was doing? Was he thinking about her? Though the last question, in Naminé's opinion was obvious. Of course he was thinking about her. Who doesn't think about her? I mean considering the fact that EVERY guy in school drools over her drop dead gorgeous looks why would he be any different? Naminé could easily picture in her mind the dazed expression he would wear as he told his new jock friends(assuming he was one of course) all about her. How hot she looked, how he's planning to ask her out.

Naminé's eyes glazed over at the thought, a dreamy expression capturing her face. Roxas...he would make such a great boyfriend. The perfect prom date. The perfect everything.

The blond didn't realize how engrossed in her thoughts she was until her ears were met with the timid sound that was Olette's voice.

"H-Hey N-Naminé..."

The blond being addressed blinked, the veil of haze coating her eyes shattered and the usual expression of superiority again reclaimed her features. "What?"

Olette's green eyes quickly averted to the floor, "Umm...We-Well it's...t-time to go-o."

Naminé's blue eyes darted to the clock, Olette was right it was time to go. "Ugh, Gawd another class? Great."

Olette didn't say anything in response, but watched as Naminé lifted herself up from her desk gracefully before joining Selphie at her flanks. One of Olette's green eyes cast an apologetic look to Kairi who meekly took her newly assigned position in the back. Kairi gave a small smile in return. Selphie of course did nothing but obediently stand on Naminé's right, with the same secret smile pulling at her lips.

The blond adjusted the strap of her Gucci purse, shooting her cohorts a blindingly white smile, "Time for us to make our next entrance ladies."

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"Music class, music class. Where is music class?" The blind blond asked himself, as he stood clueless in the middle of the hallways. Several students pushed past the boy, some glaring at his obliviousness of the hallway traffic while others aka the girls ogled the unaware blond. Every girl, whether high on the food chain or low couldn't help but swoon at the sight of him. Although, Roxas of course was completely unaware of their actions, as he stood, his eyebrows crinkled again in confusion.

"I'm really beginning to see why reading's important," The blond mumbled to himself, as he stared at the flimsy piece of paper in his hand. Yet, this was only to look semi-normal. Roxas knew that he couldn't read anymore...err well he couldn't read regular books anymore. He knew now that he was doomed to a vision full of nothing but black emptiness. There would be no colors that his eyes would detect. No more words for his mind to unscramble. All there would be were tiny bump patterns for his fingers to trace.

Frustrated, Roxas crumpled the sheet of paper, the crunching sound echoing in his ears. What was the use?

Holding the now distorted piece of paper in his hands, Roxas tossed it over his shoulder without even a reflexive glance back. He was going to be late anyways so why bother it's not like anybody would be helping him anytime soon.

"Excuse me, is this yours?"

The abrupt voice caused to Roxas to spin around almost instantly. The boy's eyes darted around, though again were met with black nothingness. Roxas did his best to locate the sound of the new voice. It was to the left, less than three feet away. And-Roxas paused, hearing the small clacks the girl's shoe made each time she shifted her weight. The girl, then was closer than three feet, maybe two?

Yet, what Roxas didn't realize through his musing was the increasing feeling of discomfort from the girl standing in front of him. She wasn't popular, in fact she was a loser-according to the High School food chain. She was plain, and in her peers eyes ugly. She was well aware of this, aware of the rejection and ridicule she would most likely have to endure because of her contact with Roxas Hikari. Naminé's Roxas Hikari. It most likely meant social suicide, but it's not like she had anything to lose, right? Still, Roxas' lack of response was unnerving. He wasn't even looking at her.

"Eh, yeah it is, thanks," he blond tilts up his head cautiously, his eyes staring vacantly at her as he flashes her a crooked smile. The girl inwardly swoons, and her peers, their peers exchange looks of disgust. The question in each one of their head's obvious, 'How can he stand to look at her?'

"W-well um...here you go," the girl holds out the yellow sheet of paper towards Roxas, still believing this to be some sinister trick. I mean despite his dazzling smile, this girl had but one friend and the prospect of another, especially a popular boy boggled her mind.

"Uh..you keep it...," Roxas held up his hands to further signal his unwanted of the crumpled sheet of paper.

The girl bit her lip, hands tightening around the already distorted yellow sheet. Their peers, their spectators watched with horror, but also curiosity. Their stares blazing hot against the girl's skin, she averted her gaze to the floor, her shoulders hunched as if protecting herself from an onslaught of dangerous projectiles. "O-Okay..."

Roxas didn't respond, and the girl took it as her cue to leave. Her black clogs began to lead her down the rest of the hallway. To her doom.

"Hey! Wait!" the girl freezes, and turns around slowly, her thick framed glasses slinking to her nose as her eyes reflect shock.

"Ye-es?"

Roxas rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "Do you know where the music room is?"

The girl blinked, still stunned, "Um y-yeah...I'll show you." It was one of the strangest sights in Twilight High. Roxas Hikari, the super hot, super popular new boy being kind to frizzy haired, brace faced, Mia. She was lower than low. She wasn't even considered a part of the High School social classes. She was a loser. Yet, Roxas only saw her as a kind, sweet voiced girl that decided to help him. He saw what was underneath the frizz and braces.

Roxas beams, "Cool! Uhh thanks...," Roxas pauses not quite sure how to address the girl, "Umm?"

"Mia...My name is Mia," Mia said, a small smile etched across her face.

"Well Mia, lead the way!"

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Music 101. That was the class Naminé and her friends were in. The utterly bore you to tears class that was just about as useful as Paris Hilton's latest nose job. Naminé put her chin in her palm, watching as the other students conversed amongst themselves with their giggles, snickers and occasional series of OMGs bursting from their lips.

Naminé sighed, taking out a small lip balm and applying it to her drying lips. This day never seemed to end.

"I can't believe the class isn't even half over yet," Naminé moaned, leaning back against one of the uncomfortable plastic red chairs with increasing annoyance.

Selphie, who was still situated at Naminé's right rolled her eyes, and blew another bubble, "I know, and Gawd look who we have to stare at all for the whole class." Selphie pointed a well manicured finger down a few rows to the greasy curly head of Ronald Lionheart. The boy was currently fumbling with the mouth piece of his clarinet as he polished it with a delicate cloth.

The group of girls snickered at the sight. Naminé leaned towards Selphie in response and smirked, "Ugh, I feel sorry for the girl who gets stuck with him."

Selphie giggled, "I thought he was a girl." Naminé's lower lip trembled and within the next second burst into a fit of giggles. Selphie joined in, and even Kairi and Olette had trouble stifling their own series of snickers.

Though, one thing did stop the their gut busting laughter. It wasn't Ronald Lionheart anxiously glancing back at the group of girls, nor was it the music teacher's hissing for their silence.

It was the blond haired blue eyed boy that hesitantly poked his head into the room that encased the four girls in silence. Naminé's heart beat sped up at the sight of the blond, who flashed a apologetic crooked smile at the music teacher who practically melted at the sight.

"Sorry I'm late, these hallways. I'm tellin' ya," Roxas rubbed the back his head sheepishly his eyes as always on the ground as he addressed the teacher.

The music teacher, Ms. Yoshida tucked a loose strand of gold hair behind her ear, and smiled, "It's alright, I know these hallways can be confusing and you're new so don't worry about it."

Roxas smiled in return, his eyes barely flickering upwards, "Thanks..."

From the her seat in one of the upper rows, Naminé smiles adoringly at the blond boy's shyness, nudging Selphie in the ribs slightly. Selphie looks over, not all that interested herself in the blond boy's actions but of course feigned the enthusiasm with a broad grin, "Looks like he's actually in one of your classes, huh?"

"Looks like it," Naminé responds coolly, despite her inner elation at the news. Roxas was finally in one of her classes. It was a miracle. Naminé had wondering how she was even going to talk to him when the only time they saw each other was at lunch. And for the most part, Naminé's place was at the popular table. That's not to say that her and Roxas would never be able to be alone ever, but having at least one class together gave her a few more opportunities to get to know him better.

Although, there was one problem with Naminé's plan. One big problem that stood in her way. And that problem came in the form of a raven haired girl named Xion Yamazaki the theater freak. The very girl whom Roxas Hikari, Naminé's Roxas Hikari took a seat right next to in the very front row of the classroom. The same girl he was smiling brightly at and talking to as though he had known her for years.

Naminé's eyes narrowed at the sight, her fists clenched. She felt angry...helpless. For once in her life she felt jealous.

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Hiya! Wow, it's been what three, four months now? *Sighs* I feel just HORRIBLE! I started this chapter ages ago but school and the play I was in just kept sucking away my life. UGH! I hate not updating! But now this chapters up and I actually do have a bit of commentary.

1) Sorry if it sucked, I personally didn't like this chapter...

2) If the random Mia girl seemed well...random well she isn't entirely random. She plays a role in helping to show one of the main themes in this story.

3) Sorry if Naminé's still a total you-know-what but I'm pretty sure by the next chapter you'll actually start feeling a little bad for her.

And that's it...

But anyway, Plz

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