Yep, that's right, I am updating in less than three days of my last post, but I'm in a good mood thanks to my new favourite site 'Orglix' seriously, go check them out haha they do parodies of Organization XIII, they also have a site called 'Crisis Perverted' which is a load of parodies of Final Fantasy Crisis Core.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Chapter II

Having to endure English with Axel was incredibly irritating, the stupid spiky head moron didn't seem to understand the fact that I didn't want to speak to him, that I was uncomfortable with the whole 'friend' aspect. During class he had ruffled my hair countless times and had even had the cheek to put his arm around my shoulders and sway me from side to side to show off to his new friend, Demyx, who was also a person who thought that he could be overly friendly with me. I didn't even like Demyx, for one thing the boy was just too hyper active, who would want to be like that in front of other people? It was almost as if he didn't care what people think and lets be honest now, people constantly tell me to be myself and that it doesn't matter what other people think, but when you're out in the real world, it does, everything matters and you have to put up a wall to hide yourself behind because like it or not, people are going to judge you if you be yourself, which is exactly why I don't.

I'm talking as if that was the end of my misery with Demyx and Axel for that day, well I was wrong in thinking that I would have only one class with the sexual harasser, no, the big man upstairs in the sky decided it would be fun to see how I could handle having Axel in every single class that I had.

"You're cute when you daydream…have I told you that?" the deep voice made me jump, my left foot clipping the back of my right and I stumbled, my hand thrust to the side and I gripped onto Axel's arm so that I wouldn't fall, I gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes as I saw the flirtatious spark glisten in his jade green eyes, did he think that just because I gripped onto his arm that I was suddenly attracted to him? And to answer his last question, yes, he had told me that I'm cute when I daydream at least seven times in the passed hour.

"You alright there?" I roughly pushed him away from me as I gripped onto my bag strap, scowling as I walked down the corridor quickly towards my History class, even though I knew that Axel would be attending the class as well, I was hoping that I could grab a seat next to someone else instead of having to sit next to Axel. But as if the class already knew that I was taking a disliking to my own personal stalker, there were only two seats left and they were right next to each other.

A hand came down on my shoulder and I looked up in despair, Axel was smiling down at me as he rubbed my shoulder a bit. 'Get the fuck off me' I snarled in my mind as I shifted away from him, hiding my face with my hair so that I didn't have to make eye contact with anyone as I made my way to my seat with Axel following closely, too closely for my liking as I could feel his bag hitting the back of my legs.

I forced my chair as far against the wall as it could possibly go and pressed my side against it, if I had moved any closer I would have been sitting on the window sill.

"Right class, now that we are all here, who can tell me one of the black movement groups?" my History teacher, Terra, asked as he glanced over the room.

'Not me, not me, not me, not me' I cringed as his eyes met mine and a smile appeared on his face as I was his top student, I was good at History and I enjoyed it, though I would never admit it, who would admit that they actually enjoyed learning?

"Ah, Zexion, could you tell us? He asked with a pleading tone in his voice and I scowled at him, he and Vexen were friends, so I knew Terra had been asked my uncontrollable father to get me to talk in class, but if I didn't want to talk then why the hell should I?

I blushed heavily as the whole class turned their head towards me and my heart began to race in my chest, I couldn't have too many people looking at me, I loathed attention, it frightened me because I always felt as if people were talking about me behind my back. I took a deep breath and just shrugged my shoulders, resting my chin in the palm of my hand. I saw the smile slip from Terra's lips and I sighed, I didn't want to disappoint him, but I just…I just didn't want to speak, even though I knew several answer I could have replied with to his question. Terra then looked to the new student in his class and raised an eyebrow before he looked as the register on his laptop, another pointless use of electricity when the old paper registers we used to use were just fine, he then looked back at Axel and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Axel, is it?" why did people do that? Though you know the answer to something you will ask anyway as if you uncertain.

"Yup," Axel replied as he crossed one leg over the other, his hands then linked and rested behind his head so he sat in a casual position.

"Could you tell us one of the black movement groups?" Terra folded his arms across his chest and I rolled my eyes as I noticed the extra stare he gave Axel.

"Um…Black Panthers?" Axel replied and I was a little surprised that he had gotten it right seen as though he looked as if he should have a brain the size of a walnut, actually make that the size of a garden pea.

"Excellent," Terra praised and I blinked a few times in boredom, my fingers tapping on the desk impatiently as I picked up my blue biro and began to take notes on what Terra was saying, trying to ignore the fact that Axel was currently eyeing me as if I was his dinner.

"You realise that it's been about three hours and you still haven't said a word to me or anyone, right?" I felt like laughing at his comment, did I know whether I had been silent for the whole day so far? No, of course not Axel, I am just that oblivious of my own damn actions.

'Moron' I didn't turn to look at him, so I couldn't see his reaction to my coldness, but as I have already stated quiet clearly, I didn't like him, I didn't like his over friendliness, I didn't like him being flirtatious with me and I didn't like the fact that I found him incredibly attractive, I guess this is what people call a 'damned attraction'.

I heard him sigh and I looked at him through my hair, I had to admit that he looked genuinely disappointed that I hadn't spoken to him yet, but then again, maybe he should get lost and go back to Demyx, it was clear that those two were destined to be best friends, both idiot morons who think they are the best thing since sliced bread…actually, Demyx is more of the 'cute and curious' type that all the girls fall for because he's apparently 'adorable' and 'innocent', just because a guy is dense that automatically makes him attractive?

'I guess that explains why I never get any attention from girls' I'm not going to deny the fact that I'm smart because I know I am, I just never understood why dense guys seemed to get all of the attention from both guys and girls, I guess I could say that I'm not at all experienced in the 'relationship' business, I don't even think I've ever had feelings for anyone before, no that's right, I haven't…ever. But I found myself gazing at couples sometimes, feeling jealous, angry and hurt all at the same time, wanting to be in their position, in the arms of someone that loved me for who I was, not a lot of girls think guys have those feelings as well, thanks to the guys who try to act all 'manly' and 'tough', I think the thing that was stopping me from making a move on anyone was the fact that number one, I don't talk and number two, I don't even know what gender I'm attracted too.

I flinched as I felt a hard, long finger poke the side of my head harshly, "Hello?" he called quietly, "anybody in there?" he frowned and I glared at him, did he think I was mentally deranged…actually scratch that, for all I know I could be.

I waved my hand at him and quickly scribbled on a piece of paper, this was the only way I could tell him to stop touching me and that I was a mute without having to knock him out, I pointed my pen as I placed a full stop at the end and then slid the note across the desk, blushing lightly as Axel curved his large hand over mine to take the note, I quickly moved my hand to my chest and stared at my desk as my heart hammered in my chest, I hadn't had my hand held in years, the last person to do it was Vexen when I was five years old, before I started to become silent.

"Well that explains things," Axel muttered and I raised an eyebrow at him, he then turned to me with a genuine smile and he placed his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing in sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were a mute…Jeeze, talk about shit first impressions," he apologised and I nearly fell off of my chair, normally as soon as people knew I was a mute they didn't want to know me anymore, they would usually laugh or roll their eyes at me, muttering that I was an attention seeker, when I wasn't, I didn't talk because of what those kind of people would say about me.

"That sucks though," Axel continued as he brought back his grin, "I would have liked to hear your voice," he was babbling but I couldn't help but listen to him, I was still in shock that he still wanted to know me…but…I didn't like him, I defiantly didn't like this kid…just because he still wanted to know me didn't mean he couldn't turn out like every other jerk did, "with a face like yours, your voice has to be just as beautiful," he chuckled as his eyes flickered to the white board and he began to take down some notes as well.

His words made me frown, what was wrong with this kid? No one else behaved like this with me, so why the hell was he acting so different from them, all of my life…everyone…was the same.

I cupped my hands in my lap as I stared at them, my eyebrows knitted together as the red beside me continued to mumble things to me, almost as if he thought I needed to be spoken to, to breathe or something. I tried to blank out his voice, but it was like a knife slicing through a thick wall of butter, I couldn't avoid it and I so wish I could have because I wouldn't have had to endure what was to come next. Someone report this guy to the mental hospital. Please!