Well here's chapter two! Ta-da! I hope you enjoy it. :D It would make me really happy if you would review! It would also encourage me to write more, faster! :D haha

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~DEMYX'S POV~

I stood there, staring out the door after Axel, still fuming at what the principal had done to him. That was completely uncalled for! How could he do something like that? I wonder if that's the first time he's hit a student... Not that it mattered. Even if he's never hurt another student before, he hurt one just now, and I was furious. He had to be stopped!

But what could I do? I decided I was going to go confront the principal, so I stormed over to his door, and shoved it open. He looked up at me in surprise, and tried to change the angry expression stuck on his face from his visit with Axel.

"Demyx, hello. Is there something I can help you with?" he asked, folding his hands in front of him.

"Yes, you can help me with something," I started, trying to keep as calm as I could, "I couldn't help but...er...overhear your conversation with Axel, and when he left here... he had a red handprint on his face. You hit him, didn't you?" I said, staring him down. His eyes grew big for a second, but he quickly composed himself, and hid his reaction.

"Why, Demyx, what would make you think that? I have a great care for my students, and I would never do something like that," he said, obviously lying right through his teeth. I could tell he was lying because he wasn't making eye contact, but was instead glancing nervously around the room.

"I don't think that. I know that," I said, walking over to stand in front of his desk, "I know you hit Axel, and you shouldn't even try to deny it. People don't just get random handprints on their face! How could you hit a student?!" I shouted at him, not even caring that I was raising my voice at the principal. I absolutely hate when people got abused.

"Demyx, calm down. Okay? Listen," he said lowering his voice and leaning in closer to me, " I may or may not have hit Axel, but I'm not about to admit anything, so you can just leave me alone now," he said looking around to make sure no one had heard what he just said.

"You...you just admitted that you hit a student! I knew it! How could you! You deserve to DIE!" I shouted at him, fuming. I'm sure the secretary and nurse heard me shout this, but I really didn't care at this point.

"Demyx! That is enough! Calm down, now, or else you will be punished!" the principal warned. His face was turning red now, whether out of anger or embarrassment, I'm not sure.

"How can you ask me to calm down, when I now know that my principal can't even be trusted?! I mean, you HIT a student!" My voice had been getting gradually louder and louder, and by now I was almost screaming. The principal stood up and spoke.

"I said that is enough, Demyx! Keep your voice down! I'm warning you!" he said, anger etched into his features.

"No! Quit telling me to calm down! This isn't right! You can't just go around hitting people, and expecting everyone to be okay with it! It doesn't work like that!" I said, my hands balled into fists at my sides. It's not like I was going to hit him, but it's just something I did when I was angry...which wasn't that often.

"Demyx, I am warning you. Calm down now. This is your last chance!" he said, waving one of his pudgy fingers in my face.

'No! You haven't even acted like you cared that you hit a student! How do you expect me to be calm?!" I said, still shouting.

"That's it! Demyx, I expect to see you in detention every day for the next two weeks!" he thundered, sitting back down.

"What? That's not fair!" I protested, "Why?!"

"Because," he started, "I told you repeatedly to calm down, and you refused to do so. Therefore, I had no choice, but to punish you. I am going to ask you to leave now or face expulsion."

"B-but…yes sir," I said, admitting defeat, and walking out. I couldn't believe it! This was so wrong! I went to my locker and collected my books for my next class. I realized that I hadn't gotten a pass for being late, but decided that I didn't really feel like walking all the way back to the offices.

I opened the door to my Spanish class, and walked in, trying to not be noticed by the teacher. I slipped into my seat while my teacher was still writing on the board. I looked to my left, and saw that Axel had been given the seat beside me that used to be vacant. He looked over at me questioningly as if wondering why I was late, but said nothing.

My Spanish teacher turned around, "Demyx, where have you been? You know being late is unacceptable," she scolded.

"I...I was talking to the principal," I said. At this, Axel looked over me, only now he looked like he thought I was crazy.

"Do you have a pass?" she asked.

"Well... no I don't..." I admitted.

"Well then I believe you know the consequences?"

"No..." I said uncertainly. What was she talking about? I sighed. I was probably going to be in some sort of trouble.

"Well, you will have detention tonight," she said, digging through the junk on her desk to find the detention slips that all the teachers had. I hung my head.

"Ma'am, I already...have detention...for the next two weeks," I confessed. She looked at me trying to hide her surprise.

"Oh... well then, just add another day to your...er...two weeks," she said, filling out the detention slip and walking over to hand it to me. I groaned.

"Yes ma'am," I said, taking the slip as she walked back to the board and resumed her lesson. This just sucked. I've always been pretty well behaved in school. I rarely get detention, and if I do, then it's never for more than one day!

My thoughts were interrupted when Axel leaned over looking like he really wanted to say something, but thought better of it then leaned back over. He looked back over at me and opened his mouth then closed it.

"What are you trying to say?" I whispered to him. He was silent for a second, but apparently his curiousity got the better of him.

"Why do you have detention for two weeks?" he said, looking like he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to me, since I obviously annoyed the living hell out of him.

"I...I was yelling at the principal...for hitting you," I admitted. He looked shocked for a second.

"You...yelled at the principal?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked like he didn't believe me.

"Y-yea...I did..." I answered.

"Wait...you yelled at the principal...because he hit me?" he questioned.

"Yea...I just... I don't see how he can do something like that. That's not right! I mean, he has no right to go and just hit someone! You can't just do that to people! It's not right. Not at all... oh I'm rambling again, aren't I?" I said, realizing how annoying I really must be now. It's no wonder I didn't really have any friends. Axel chuckled quietly beside me. Wait...Axel was chuckling? How did that happen? I thought he was all hard and serious...but now he's chuckling.

"It's fine, but I don't get it," he said, no longer chuckling, but looking like he was thinking about something.

"Don't get what?" I asked giving him a puzzled look.

"Why? Why would you care what happened to me? What does it matter if I get hit? I'm just... Axel" he muttered, still deep in thought.

"Why wouldn't I care? You're a person too! No one deserves that. No matter who they are or what they've done," I said, making sure I didn't go on rambling this time.

"Well..." He looked like he was struggling with something. "Th... T-tha....Thanks." He said that last word so quickly and quietly I wasn't sure if I'd actually heard it, but I replied all the same.

"No problem. Don't think anything of it," I said.

"Demyx! Axel! Quiet down. No talking in class. Pay attention." The teacher scolded us for talking during class, so we both turned to the front and paid attention. The rest of the class followed in silence between me and Axel. When the bell rang that signaled it was time for lunch, I gathered my books and went to my locker. After putting my books in, I grabbed my sack lunch and headed towards the cafeteria. I walked in the cafeteria and noticed Axel just coming out of the lunch line and looking around for where to sit.

Now I know he didn't like me and all, but I normally sat alone, and I knew he didn't have anyone who he would want to sit by, so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like to sit with me for today. At first he looked like he was going to say no, but he thought about it for a few more seconds, then looked at me.

"Fine, but just for today, and only because I don't have anywhere else to sit. It's not because we're suddenly going to be best friends now or something," he said, making sure I understood him. I nodded.

"Okay. That's fine. I just thought it might be nice to have someone to sit with for a change, since I normally sit alone," I said, turning to walk back to the small table in the back where I sat every day with Axel following. I took my seat, and Axel sat across from me. It was kinda weird having someone else at the table, but not in a bad way. I saw Axel look down at his tray of the school's spaghetti with disgust. That's weird. I loved the school's spaghetti, but I guess it just depended on your tastes. I pulled out my tuna salad sandwich and held it out him.

"Do you wanna switch?" I asked, and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"You would really switch your delicious looking sandwich for...this?" he asked, gesturing to his spaghetti as if it were the most horrible thing in the world.

"Yea, I would. My mom says school lunch costs too much, so she makes lunch for me every day... only I don't like tuna salad, so I wouldn't mind switching at all," I said, and he just shrugged his shoulders and pushed his plate over to me, while I handed him my sandwich. He opened the sandwich baggy and pulled out the sandwich, taking a huge bite.

"It must be nice..." he said quietly. I wasn't sure if he was just talking to himself or talking to me, but I had no idea what he was talking about.

"What do you mean? What must be nice?" I asked, and at first he didn't answer, apparently lost in thought, but then he looked up at me. I took a bite of my spaghetti.

"It must be nice, to have parents who care about you like that," he answered, still sounding like he was deep in thought.

"Oh. Well my father...isn't living with us anymore, but my mom and I have a nice life together," I told him. It made me feel bad for him, because he obviously didn't have good parents. I took another couple bites of my spaghetti.

"Ah well I have to say I'm jealous," he admitted.

"I...I'm sorry. Well you can come over whenever you want. My mom loves visitors," I offered. He looked at me and chuckled, while taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Nah. No one would want me to come over to their house," he said. Well at least he hasn't been mean to me yet. Maybe we just got off on the wrong foot. He wasn't so bad after all.

"Aw, I'm sure that's not true. Why wouldn't they?" I said, and he looked at me, giving me a look that said it was pretty obvious.

"Because I'm me. I'm not nice, and I'm just not good enough for anyone," he said, taking the last bite of his sandwich.

"That's not true! No one should think that of themselves! How could you say that? I don't think you're mean! I mean it, you should come over sometime. I'm never busy," I offered again, but Axel just stood up, crumbling the plastic bag that had previously had the sandwich in it.

"Well...that's nice of you, but like I said, don't think we're going to suddenly become great friends," he said, and he walked over to the trash can, threw his bag in, and walked out to get his books for his next class.


Ta-da! I hope that didn't kill any brain cells...haha. Let me know what you thought! :D Reviews are very welcome! :D Yep. I hope to update soon! :D