Chapter Five:
Detention with Mr. Valentine
Ever have that moment where one second you're feeling like the day's gonna be great, and in a second it's turned to total shit? Yeah, that feeling – the one where after you realize the day's gone to shit you just want to ignore everyone or tell people to fuck off. Mhmm, that's the one! Now, think of that feeling, plus a very pissed off teenager, and look what you get! An even more pissed off teenager! Yay!
It's not like I try to act like this, but whatever.
The bell rings in my ears, causing me to grit my teeth. Damn bell – if I hear that stupid ring one more time...
"Finally!" I hear Demyx cry out along with some other students. Almost immediately everybody was bolting out the door like a fucking stampee. Idiots. I've got a splitting headache, and it doesn't help that my mind has a habit of pestering me with unwelcoming news.
Like the fact that I've got detention.
And it doesn't quite help the fact that Axel is the cause of it. Fucking annoying bastard. I mean, really, why me? Why? I sigh to myself, not quite in the mood to get depressed, and gather my stuff up. By now, it seems like I'm the only one in the classroom now. Even the teacher had left along with the students, probably going to go buy a new car or something. He looks like the guy that'd buy a Ferrari just for the fun of it.
I make my way to Mr. Valentine's classroom. Rumors go around here, that once you enter Vincent Valentine's classroom, you never return, but I'm beginning to think the whole rumors are just jokes to scare Freshmen. They sure as hell scared me when I first came.
By the time I reach the detention room, I can practically feel goosebumps rising on my skin. And no, it's not because I'm scared. It's because it's fucking freezing! I mean, seriously? Do they have heating installed in this part of the school?
A sigh escapes my lips and my eyes widen. Jesus, I can see my own breath! Well, isn't that wonderful? I try to peer into the window on the door, but it's all fogged up. Damn fog.
The detention room isn't exactly what I expected, but what exactly had I expected? Maybe I thought those rumors might have some sort of truth to it, shimmering somewhere in all that dark gooey mess of lies. Mmm, speaking of dark gooey-ness, why can I smell chocolate?
Mmm... chocolate...
Wait, where was I? Oh, right, well the rumors had stated that Mr. Vincent Valentine's room had rotting, barely flesh-covered bones in the corners with skulls to top it all off, along with students hanging themselves by the wires above, which most people said was the reason the classroom's so dark. The rumors also say Mr. Valentine would slit your throat once you entered.
That's not quite what it looks. Instead, the floors were squeaky-clean, there were no weird bodies hanging from the wires above (though there were snapped wires lying limp in the air from what I assume is from construction), and quite frankly, I didn't see anywhere.
"Oi, it's a new kid!" My head snaps over to see a bunch of kids in the back of the classroom, smirking and eying me. The one who spoke had a slight British accent. I assume it's the most smug kid in the group, which looked just as British as he sounds. Blonde hair, a blonde goatee to match, and sparkling blue eyes. Prick, I think, using his own foreign language. Yeah, call me racist, whatever. I don't like it when people speak to me in their own language.
And yes, I'm well aware the Brits speak English.
"Oi! Oi, kid! C'mere!" That British guy yells, waving his hands like a doofus. Apparently I'm the only one to think he's a fucking idiot, because all his little friends are laughing their heads off.
I ignore him and take the closest seat to the teacher's desk. Just my luck that Mr. Valentine ain't here, huh?
Something wet and slimy and rough suddenly shoots into the back of my head. I groan in surprise and I can hear the Brit and his friends laughing, but I ignore them and touch the back of my head.
Oh... oh ew! Fucking bastard! Spitballs! My face twists in disgust and I pluck it out of my hair, stare at it for a mili-second before throwing it on the ground and stomping on it. Those... bastards are laughing at me, and when I turn around, ploop!
Another spitballs lands right smack-dab on my forehead.
"Roxas?"
Those kids are seriously gonna piss me off to the- wait, who the hell just said that?
My eyes travel around each student (there had to be at least eight kids in the class), but my eyes freeze on a familiar redhead. A smirk is playing on his lips, but his eyes seem confused.
I open my mouth to say something, when out of the fucking blue, a spitball lands on my tongue!
Fuck no! My mind screams as I spit the disgusting slime ball out of my mouth, and almost all the kids who had paid attention to this little one-sided fight were cackling and laughing their fucking heads off. Strangely, though, Axel isn't. But do I look like I fucking care anymore!
My legs grow a mind of its own as I find myself stomping towards that fucking prick, and when I stand in front of him, he's staring at me with a smug look.
"What can I do for ya, chap?" He asks. That's it. That's fucking it!
A loud crack echos in the classroom, just about the same time I hear the classroom door open. My knuckles burn in pain, but I smirk in satisfaction as the kid puts his hands over his mouth, trying to stop the bleeding from my punch. Oh yeah, baby, I fucking nailed him!
"What..." Oh fuck. Fuck my luck. I find myself slowly spinning around to meet dark red eyes and a firm frown to match. I'm going to get murdered, aren't I?
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I swear this day would never end. By the time I got finished talking with Principal Xemnas, it was at least six. Two hours after I was supposed to get out of detention. The good part of it is the British bastard, which I learned to be Luxord Chimes, has detention with the principal. Ha, sucks to be him! Worst part of it is I have twice as much detention as I first started with.
So one times two is...
Two fucking weeks of detention (say a word about my math and I'll kill you...)! This is gonna be pure-fucking-torture!
Now it's at least eight, and I, of course, lock myself in my room, only opening it for Larxene. Thankfully, she isn't as prying as Demyx, who has been asking me why I didn't come home for three hours. Of course, I tried to explain to him that I had got detention... but he got lost in his own little world of natural disasters I somehow cause and he somewhat thinks I'm going to kill half the school.
Not like I would...
Well a half is a little less of what I had in mind, but whatever.
In the living room, I can hear music videos playing. The music practically blares right straight through the walls, giving fuel to my fucking headache.
"Roxas," Demyx whines once again, knocking on the door. I swear to God if I hear his stupid voice one more time...
"Leave 'em alone, Demyx," Oh thank you, Larxene. You fucking evil woman, thank you...
"But-"
"Let him alone, and go get some KFC – you guys have nothing!"
"I'm too lazy..." After that, I just spaced out.
Instead of listening to them argue, I begin thinking about detention. I don't regret what I did to that Brit. Why should I? He fucking had it coming. And... damn it, why the fuck is Axel in detention with me? I can already tell my knuckles are gonna be hurting again by the end of the week, if not tomorrow. A sigh escapes my lips. I have to stop punching people when I'm pissed, more or less stop biting. Although I don't think I'm gonna try to stop that. But I can already hear my mom scolding me in her really high pitched voice, "Roxas, don't you dare punch anymore people, got it!"
…
Okay, so she doesn't say exactly that, but that's how I hear her anyway.
A knock breaks me out of my thoughts. I grit my teeth. Do they have to fucking bother me ever ten minutes!
"Roxas-"
"What. Do. You. Want?" I screech, unlocking the door and yanking it open. Demyx looks pale as he studies me.
"W-Well, Larxene wanted to get some KFC so her, me, and Zexion are gonna go over there. You'll be alright by yourself, won't you?"
"I'm not a fucking five year old," I growl. Calm down – Demyx did nothing. Damn it, calm down... I close my eyes and shake my head slowly, "Sorry..."
"It's alright!" When I look up again, Demyx looks brighter and happier. Jesus, this kid and bounce back in seconds, can't he? "We won't be gone long! Bye Roxy," By now I realize the living room is empty, except for us. Okay, make that just me. The front door slams shut and all I can hear now is the TV, still screaming Breaking the Habit from Linkin Park. Why does this song freak me out so much? I'm not sure, either, but as I turn off the TV, I hear, "'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one-" "Confused," I mumble to myself.
It's natural for me to know all the lyrics. Back when I was little, I was obsessed with Linkin Park. I mean, Jesus, that's all I listened to. You couldn't get me to emerge to another band with hearing a tantrum. Almost kinda funny.
I let out a bored sigh and collapse on the sofa, looking out the window. It's thundering again. I swear, Twilight Town gets the most horrible storms, though my half-brother told me Destiny Islands is like a fucking magnet for tropical storms. I would feel bad for him... but I don't feel like it.
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After about thirty minutes, I finally found myself amused with the wires in front of the TV, connecting our PlayStation 2 and Wii. I sit there, bored out of my mind, just playing with the wires, making them dance and humming a little tune.
Positive Vibe comes into my head, and I can't help but make the wires jiggle around like a retard and laugh a bit in the process... oh... wait... what the fuck am I doing?
Oh well – it's not like anybody can see me.
:D What do you guys think? Sorry it took so long to upload - I was on a very small minor writing block bump. D; This means the road's gonna bet bumpier, and I'm gonna be in more writing blocks. TT-TT
Eh, same as always, review more and I'm ought to work harder (maybe even write more) in the chapters. Review less... expect a chapter once every two weeks... or a month... depending on how many reviews I get. :D