Chapter 2

-Not Now... (Zexion)-

Going to class, I had to make sure that my arm stayed covered. I kept thinking to myself, "That was a much needed release, I wonder who bandaged me up?" But before I entered the room, someone caught hold of my arm, right on the self-inflicted wound. I glared at the person, not recognizing him at all. He had a mullet, but his blue eyes is what got to me. They were the color of the ocean, perhaps a bit lighter... And they were dazzling. I suppose he had been talking to me, I just hadn't realized because I had zoned out.

"... Wounds OK?" His voice finally registered in my brain.

"Excuse me?"

"Are. Your. Wounds. OK?" He enunciated slowly.

"Yes... Why?" I grew cautious.

"I'm the one that bandaged you up! Just wanted to-"

"Who are you?" I interrupted rudely.

"They call me Demyx!" He grinned cheerfully.

"Demyx... Right..." I knew that name. He was a big hotshot on that sitar of his. And because I loathed people like him, I started to tune him out and walk away.

"Hey...! Wait up!" Demyx followed me into my class and sat next to me. I glanced at him, curious as to why he would sit next to me before it finally occurred to me-

"Do you even have this class?"

"Yep!" That grin broke out on his face again.

"I see..." And with that, the bell rang for class to begin.

"So... Are you looking for another relationship yet?" His eyes held so much hope...

"... No. Not now. It's too soon."

"Oh..." Demyx's face fell and he sulked the rest of the class period. He didn't talk to me, didn't look at me, didn't move at all towards me... And I was fine with that.

-Rejected (Demyx)-

How had Zexy not noticed me in our class? I've been sitting next to him every day! Whatever... At least I finally got him to talk to me... Even if it was just a little bit. He obviously didn't care much for me... But I had to try! I wanted him to be mine. His... Um... His not wanting to talk to me...? No... That isn't quite right... Oh well. I'm just gonna say that I won't let anything stand in my way of getting Zexy!

So what if I was sad during the only class that I share with him? I cheer up easily! Especially when my next class is music and I can play my sitar! That's exactly what I did... With the thought of my Zexion, I wrote a new song that everyone liked. It had a mysterious feel, dark at points, and that was exactly how I wanted it. With special permission, I recorded my song to give to Zexion at a later time.