Fifth period went by slowly as Dimxan's head filled with new feelings about her new tutor. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, slowly, afraid that he might be looking back. Adrenalin rushed through Dimxan's veins at the dreaded thought that he'd catch her looking at him. Why was it such a big deal that he didn't look at her? why did she care about what he might think of her?

. Once her eyes finally met zexion's face, she relaxed a little. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him. He was staring off into space, the light shining on his pale cheek as his dim eyes sparkled in thought. She suddenly felt rested, as if she were in a deep sleep. Her happiness lingering…

"Dimxan!" Madame called out. Dimxan's bliss fell as she fumbled with her book, pretending like she was looking for the page.

"oui, madame?" she said quickly. Madame frowned at her and motioned for her to come up to the front desk in private.

"Whoot 'appened, ma chere? You were muy best stoodent! Now you get a D on your homework!" Madame asked sadly, her heavy French accent almost impossible to understand.

"I'm sorry madame. I'm going to get help on my homework." Dimxan assured her teacher.

"Good, good. I don't want to see you fail! You ah smart!" with that, dimxan nodded and went back to her seat.

Zexion's heart pounded in anticipation. The two teenagers exchanged an awkward sideways glance when the bell rang, before standing up and walking to last period.

Zexion headed across campus into a building floating in the middle of the asphalt. As he walked up the ramp and entered the room, he was greeted with an icey breeze from the air conditioner. He heard the sound of several violins screech, as if they were crying out in pain, signaling that he had made it on time.

"am I really that distracted?" he thought to himself as he pictured the girl who made him so absent-minded. Her akward smile, her beautiful lips, her energetic voice, his head swam with thoughts of Dimxan and how beautiful she was to him.

A shiver went down his spine and he shook off the thought as he approached his chair, which was placed by a boy that was always happy to see him for some reason.

The boy was blond and had a hair style that looked like he started to spike it but got too lazy to finish. He was tall and a little bit awkward, but Zexion was one to talk.

"Hey!" The boy said as Zexion sat down in his chair.

"Hello Demyx…" Zexion said quietly as he pulled out his violin. Demyx had his guitar out and was already strumming away at it.

"So how's that girl?" The blond asked without looking up from his beloved guitar. "I could see that blush on your face from a mile away."

Zexion's face went from a light pink to a deep crimson. He looked away from the boy, ashamed and said, "How would I know…"

"Aw, come on! I know something's going on. It's written all over you face! You can't just leave me in the dark," Demyx had stopped playing his guitar and was looking down at the gothic adolescent in front of him. His ocean blue eyes pierced Zexion's soul.

With a long sigh, Zexion gave in.

"Tonight I'm walking her home and helping her study…"

"Nice! What subject?"

"… French…"

"The language of love," Demyx said goofily before continuing to play his sitar.

Zexion didn't know how to respond to that, so he just stayed silent, signaling that the conversation was over.

He sighed and picked up his violin, placing it under his chin and tuning it while wondering what Dimxan was thinking about at this very moment…

Dimxan sighed and looked up at the ceiling high above her. She wished she could curl up at her desk and fall asleep, but the constant thought of Mr. Dani drawing on face with sharpie urged her to stay visibly awake.

Her dread for tonight grew in the pit of her stomach. Somehow she just knew that tonight was going to be awkward. But with that dread came excitement. Why couldn't she calm down over this? It was just a study date-

Oh no! She thought to herself. Did I just call it a date?

No, she couldn't think that way. It was just a classmate helping another classmate out… unless he thought it was a date… did he?

The sudden feel of felt pulling at her skin made her more alert to her surroundings, though the thought of Zexion stayed in the back of her mind. The smell of sharpie filled her nose pleasantly, even though she'd never admit that she loved that smell. She turned to see Lyn drawing on her wrist.

"umm… Thanks for asking?" Dimxan said as she stared at her wrist.

"why would I ask if I could draw on you?" Lyn retorted.

"Because- Wait what?" Dimxan attempted to think of a comeback, but what Lyn said was so stupid, she couldn't figure out how to call her out on it.

Lyn laughed and continued to draw. Dimxan watched as the marker zig-zagged and whirled on her skin. Soon the words that Lyn was writing began to make senese.

"My heart belongs to Lyn? When did I make that mistake?" she asked before laughing. Lyn hit her in the back of the head.

"Hey at least its on your wrist and not your forehead!" she said as the girls began to giggle together.

"hey we only have, like, three minutes of class left," Lyn mumbled to herself.

Damnit Lyn, why'd you have to bring up the time? Dimxan mentally swore before talking to Lyn to get her mind off of it.

"So is Roxas coming over tonight?" She asked, knowing that Roxas went home with Lyn and Axel nearly every other day.

"Nah, Axel Has to start on his Senior project, so no guests are allowed in the house."

"Well he's not coming home with me today, so he better get a ride from Auntie." Damn, maybe it wasn't a good idea to say that

"Why? Are you expecting someone?"

"Well I have a friend coming over to help me with some homework." Dimxan said, trying to be as vague as she could and get away with it.

"Homework? You don't do homework!"

"Neither does Axel, but you never bug him when he decides to give it a try!" before Lyn could answer, the bell rang. Dimxan ran out of there before Lyn could catch up or see where she was going.