A/N – Edited 7/19/08. The title of this story was changed from Roxette to What I Hate About You. This story is being completely remade. The writer was obviously very bored with her life. Warnings of AU and OOC. As always, the usual disclaimer applies.

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Roxas x Olette

C h a p t e r O n e

SevenYearsLater

“Mmm! What a perfect day!” Olette exclaimed to herself as she smiled, stretching all the while. She stood in front of her high school, the building pressed against the azure sky. Today was the day that her sophomore year began. Her brown hair blew in the light breeze that passed over the school campus. It was a warm, peaceful day in Twilight Town. The sun was beating down on the tiny town and the sun kissed girl. Olette unwrinkled the blue and white plaid skirt that was part of her school uniform. Her emerald colored eyes scanned the grounds for familiar faces, two in particular. She couldn’t remember when was the last time she saw Hayner and Pence. As annoying as the two could have been, she missed them terribly. It had been a long summer vacation.

“Olette!” a voice called out from behind her. Olette glanced over her shoulder only to see another friend of hers, Kairi, running right towards her. The sight of the girl caused Olette to beam.

“Hi, Kairi!”

“Hey, Olette,” the redhead replied through a gasp, slowing down in front of the brunette. “Did you by any chance see Sora or Riku?” She tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear, a habit of hers.

“Mm hm. I think I saw Sora go inside,” Olette answered. She gestured towards the large building with a jab of her thumb. Kairi nodded and dashed inside, leaving Olette alone once more. “Uh… hey! Wait up!”

Olette chased after her. She hurried into the school and continued down a narrow hall. She heard her loud footsteps echo against the linoleum floor. The young high school student had to shove and force her way through the sea of teenagers crowding up the hallways. Quickly looking around, she realized she had lost Kairi. And unless she wanted to spend several more minutes looking for her, the only other way to go was towards her own locker. Shrugging, Olette turned on her heels and headed down the other end of the hall to her locker. It was there that Olette saw her two friends hanging out, obviously waiting for her. They looked up when they sensed her presence. Instantly, their faces erupted into smiles.

“Hey, Olette! Over here!” the taller of the two called, waving his hand around in the air frantically. Olette grinned and shuffled up to them through the swarm of high schoolers.

“Hayner! Pence! How was your break?” she asked with her usual cheery tone.

Hayner was taller than both Olette and Pence, and was leaning against the lockers comfortably. He ran his hand through his dirty blond hair, slicked back from all the gel he used. Like Olette, he had a slight tan from spending so much time outside. He was easy to tell apart from Pence because of his body structure: Tall and lanky. There was a hint of amusement dancing about in his brown eyes as he looked down at Olette to answer her previous question.

“Can you say ‘boring as hell’?” he sighed, slicking his hair back with his hand again.

“I spent my whole vacation working,” Pence replied as he rolled his eyes. He was the chubbiest among the three, and seemed to have a rather strange obsession with cameras. The dark brunet’s chocolate brown eyes looked tired, as if he didn’t get enough sleep the night before. He yawned and stretched, the sunlight creeping into the school accentuating his lightly colored skin.

Olette giggled while trying to muffle it the best she could with her hand. “You poor things.”

“You spent yours with your rich aunt on Destiny Islands, didn’t you?” Hayner asked as he rummaged through his locker. Olette couldn’t help but notice the slight smug jealousy hinted in his voice.

“She’s not rich. She’s just…” Olette tried to come up with the end of the sentence. However, her voice trailed off when she was unsuccessful.

“Wealthy, prosperous, affluent, loaded,” Hayner listed, obviously being sarcastic. “Take your pick.”

“I’ll use affluent,” the girl joked as she began to look through her locker for the necessary materials.

“Well, whatever,” Pence spoke up while flinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Your vacation sounds like it was better than ours were.”

“Do we have the same homeroom teacher?” Hayner inquired, changing the subject completely.

Olette pulled out her schedule, smiling widely and waving it slightly at him. Pence pulled his schedule out of his pocket and unfolded it. The three friends formed a tiny circle among themselves and held out their schedules for one another to see. All three of them glimpsed down at each other’s schedules simultaneously.

“Squall Leonhart,” they said in unison. Their tones were deadpanned, unsure as to whom exactly this teacher was.

“Sucks for you guys,” someone interjected into their conversation, her tone of voice dripping with playful teasing. Olette glanced up from her schedule and looked at the newcomer. Standing before her was her friend, a girl who was in her junior year of high school. This junior had short black hair and eyes that were a mix between crimson and brown. The girl was several inches taller than Olette, but much more stronger than her. This was so because of the many sports she participated in. She needed a way to get rid of all her extra energy, after all.

“Yuffie! Hi!” Olette greeted, smiling for the junior.

“Hey, Olette,” Yuffie Kisaragi returned the greeting, playfully punching Olette in the shoulder. She snuck a glance at the brunette’s schedule. That was when a snicker escaped her. “I’m a close friend of Squall, who for some reason prefers Leon. And he’s not exactly the most pleasant person on Earth.”

“And we have him for homeroom,” Pence grumbled. He hung his head in despair.

“At least you don’t have Seifer in half of your classes,” Yuffie hissed as a look of disgust made its way onto her face.

“But luckily for you, Yuffie, you aren’t the one he’s in love with,” Hayner snickered as he placed his hand on Olette’s shoulder. She shrugged it off, her once cheery face suddenly replaced with an expression of odium.

“Shut up, Hayner,” Olette mumbled irritatingly.

“Speak of the devil,” Pence said. He pointed somewhere behind Olette.

There came Seifer Almasy, strutting down the hall as all the girls ogled at him and all his blond-haired, blue-eyed glory. And right behind him were his lackeys, Rai and Fuu. Seifer was a junior who was considered one of the most popular guys in their high school. The reason was an enigma to Olette. Sure, one would consider him attractive, maybe if one were into jocks or something like that. Of course, Seifer was blond with blue eyes, but he was also ivory toned and built with defined muscles. Something he liked to show off and brag about. He acted like he was gangster. But he was nothing more than an idiotic wankster to Olette. And the worst thing was, he seemed to be freakishly obsessed with her. He would keep bugging her, telling her how much he was in love with her, and would keep trying to get Olette to fall in love with him. It was starting to get on her last nerve.

“Quick! Hide me!” Olette whispered as she tried to stuff herself into her locker. Yuffie shook her head in revulsion, the sight quite a pathetic one. Olette’s antics made her two other friends laugh and snicker. Fortunate enough for her, the bell had rung before Seifer noticed Olette standing in the same hallway as him.

“Hurry! Let’s get to class!” Pence urged, pushing against both his friends’ backs.

“See you at lunch, Yuffie!” Olette fare welled while waving over her shoulder at the ebony-haired junior.

“Bye,” Yuffie replied as she walked off.

“The beginning of a new year,” Hayner breathed dramatically as the three of them made their way through the crowd of Dusk High School students.

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“Welcome to your second year of high school,” the teacher began with a low, dangerous tone.

His head was hung low, his fingers intertwined together behind his back. He paced slowly back and forth at the front of the class, like a restless lion stuck in a cage. If one looked close enough, they could almost see the malicious aura wafting off him. His trudging was loud as he continued with his unhurried pacing. The once peaceful atmosphere of the classroom was suddenly sucked out of the room, only to be replaced by a frightening sensation. A sensation each and every one of the students was feeling.

Most of them, anyway.

He seems nice, Olette thought, all smiles.

Others had different thoughts of their own.

He looks like he’s ready to kill us, Pence panicked as he cringed.

Who is that fine looking chick in the front row? Hayner contemplated as he began to gaze inappropriately at a girl in the front row. Olette looked over as she noticed this. She then did what any good friend would have done. She kicked him in the shin.

“OW!” The kick delivered to his shin caused Hayner to jump slightly, and this instigated a rather loud cacophony of random noises and bangs.

“Quiet in the back!” Mr. Leonhart snapped. His tone of voice went good with his intimidating appearance. The man was pale, almost in a sickly manner. He had brown hair, long enough that it reached past his shoulders. There was a noticeable scar across his face that he probably got in a brawl. His dark brown eyes were intimidating, almost lifeless. For a teacher, he wasn’t that bad looking with his well-sculpted figure and obvious muscles. The man loomed over the class, well beyond six feet tall. He wore an attire teachers never wore, his clothes consisting mostly of black. Olette knew that they would never see this teacher in a suit. Ever.

He had stopped his pacing momentarily, long enough to whip his head up and send Hayner a dark look all the way at the back of the class. Olette was only glad looks couldn’t kill. If they could, their homeroom teacher would have glared Hayner dead. Their teacher’s look was so powerful, it had caused Hayner to freeze solid and lose some color in his face.

“As your teacher, people expect you to call me Mr. Leonhart,” their teacher continued. The students fidgeted in their seats when his leisurely pacing resumed. “But that’s much too formal for me. So from now on, you all will call me Leon.”

“But that’s weird, calling a teacher by their first name. And why does your first name sound like your last name?” Hayner spoke up suddenly without thinking. Leon looked over at Hayner, only to give the boy another dirty glare. Olette could have sworn it was darker than his previous glare.

“Hey, whatever you say Mister – er, I mean Leon,” Hayner tittered as he tried to recover for his stupid remark. Olette couldn’t help but giggle. Her friend shot her a glare.

I think I’m going to like this teacher, Olette laughed in thought. But she was mostly laughing at Hayner’s misery.

I was right about him, Pence thought, glancing around anxiously.

Oh, my God! He’s going to kill me! Hayner screamed in his head as he began to fear for his life.

As if not learning from what had just taken place in the class, Pence muttered as quietly as he could under his breath, “I thought his first name was Squall.”

Leon must have had super hearing, because as soon as Pence breathed that sentence the teacher turned his glare from Hayner over to him. The dark brunet noticed the gaze landing on him and had to force a grin for the teacher. The glare, Pence couldn’t help but notice, made it feel like he was slowly and painfully dying away. And it was not a comfortable feeling.

Leon went on with his lecture, after he was satisfied with his results. “If you think you can all goof off like you did in your freshman year, you’re wrong.” He cast a glower over the whole class. The sound of frantic, thumping heartbeats could be heard. “This year, teachers will be tougher on you than before. And me…” He turned to the class and smirked, something that sent chills up the students’ spines. Olette heard half of the class gulp. “I’ll be ungodly,” he finished.

“Save us, baby Jesus,” Hayner whispered. Olette took notice of Hayner’s plea, which caused her to smile even more. The teacher’s eyes flickered over to a poor, unsuspecting soul. Leon slowly sauntered past where Kairi was sitting and up to the desk of a boy by the name of Tidus, who was unfortunately sitting in the front row. Tidus was wearing his sunglasses in the classroom, a horrible mistake on his part.

Their homeroom teacher crouched down so as to get right in Tidus’ face. “Do you know the rules of my class?” Leon asked in a low voice. Even if it wasn’t them, the class could practically feel the spiteful tone in the teacher’s voice.

“Um… not yet…” Tidus answered as he fidgeted where he sat. Leon slammed the palm of his hand on the desk, causing the boy to jump. The sound of the slam echoed throughout the entire classroom. It also caused the whole class to flinch where they sat.

“No sunglasses in my class,” Leon warned. Taking the hint, Tidus slowly removed his sunglasses. Olette saw out of the peripheral of her vision Hayner uneasily digging his fingernails into his desk.

“Now, take out your student handbooks and turn to page twenty-three,” Leon demanded calmly. He started pacing, ever so slowly. The students watched him cautiously as they took out their necessary books. Tidus trembled slightly in his seat. That was most likely the last time he ever wore sunglasses.

“We’re going to die! I just know we’re going to die!” Hayner whispered with his fretful tone, turning to Olette. His eyes shifted about as he returned to his panicky state.

“Shush!” Olette hissed.

“No talking!” Leon barked from the front of the classroom.

“It doesn't help that he’s also our history teacher,” Pence mumbled, trying to get a word in to Olette and Hayner without getting caught by Leon. Hayner refused to say a word for the rest of homeroom. And most likely the rest of his future history class.

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“I’m starving!” Selphie Tilmitt exclaimed as she bit off a huge piece of her pizza.

It was currently lunchtime. As usual, the Dusk High School cafeteria was crowded as the students fought and battled their way through the lunch line just to get their hands on some school food. Olette had decided to sit with her female friends today. Hayner and Pence didn’t mind; they went and sat with Sora and Riku. Besides, she felt she needed some female company anyway. She had spent most of her day with Hayner and Pence. And so far, they were starting to drive her crazy. Something she had gotten used to a long, long time ago. Sitting at the table with Olette was Selphie, Kairi, and Yuffie. The four munched away peacefully at their lunches when Selphie had decided it was time to start conversation among the four.

“So, how have your classes gone so far?” Kairi asked through a sub sandwich.

“I liked them all so far,” Selphie chimed happily. Her cheery face suddenly fell, turning blank. “Except my fourth period history class, which I have with Mr. Leonhart. Um… I mean Leon. He kind of scared me.” She swallowed her pizza. Olette remembered the events that took place that morning and began laughing and choking on her food simultaneously. Her three friends looked at her strangely.

“That’s Leon for you,” Yuffie sighed. She placed her arm on the table and rested her head in her hand. Hearing this hardly surprised her. Leon had quite the reputation in that school for being… frightening was probably the correct word.

“So, how are you and Sora doing?” Olette asked with a mischievous smile. Yuffie and Selphie quickly caught on to her tone as she wiggled her eyebrows in Kairi’s direction.

“Good.” Kairi blinked for a moment, setting down her sub sandwich. “Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?”

The other girls all rolled their eyes. Two of them even exasperated loudly. Sora and Kairi were considered one of the most popular couples in their school even though they weren’t going out at all. Surprisingly enough, Kairi and Sora had no idea that half the school felt that way. At times, they were quite the oblivious ones. But alas, the two were merely no more than friends. Friends that Olette thought were in complete denial.

“Uh oh, Olette…” Kairi whispered as her eyes landed on something behind the brunette. The redhead’s late warning didn’t give enough time for her green-eyed friend to hide or make a run for it. Olette’s eyes widened in horror as she heard an annoyingly familiar voice call from across the cafeteria with a sickeningly sweet tone,

“Yo! Olette, my one true love!”

Crap.

Seifer shoved and pushed his way across the cafeteria followed by his cronies, Rai and Fuu. Olette quickly tightened her fingers around a plastic fork, just in case she would need to use it for self-defense. He slid beside Olette, purposely getting uncomfortably close to her. Most of girls in the cafeteria glared at Olette and began whispering to each other. She would have gladly given him to anyone of them. But the junior was like a leech and wouldn’t leave Olette’s side until she forced him.

“Seifer…” Olette said slowly, trying extremely hard to be polite. She refused to let go of her fork, though.

“How’s my one and only lady?” Seifer asked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He failed to notice the fork in her hand. The little scene caused Selphie to snicker to herself, Kairi to shake her head in disgust, and Yuffie to grab for a fork of her own.

“I’m not your property.”

“Aww. You’re disgruntled today,” Seifer cooed. He began stretching out Olette’s right cheek. She narrowed her eyes threateningly when he began doing so. Selphie wouldn’t stop snickering, and Olette was deciding to use the fork on her instead.

“Wow, he knows a big word like disgruntled,” Kairi made fun of in a whispered tone as she leaned over towards Yuffie. The insult caused her to snigger.

“Seifer, get lost! Your stupidity is unwanted here!” Yuffie ordered. It annoyed her almost as much as Olette on how he thought harassing her was perfectly fine.

Seifer glared at Yuffie, but then returned his attention to Olette with a toothy grin on his ivory face. “I’ll see you later when you’re not with these losers.” He tried to give Olette a kiss on the cheek. However, Olette held up her hand to her cheek and prevented this from happening. Seifer quickly pulled back, obviously alarmed by her reaction.

“If you try to kiss me again, I’ll rip your lips off your face,” Olette warned with a sardonic smile. Seifer just shrugged before leaving the table. He melted into the mass of high school students with Fuu and Rai following after him obediently.

Olette sighed loudly, her breath hissing between her teeth and lips. She then prompted to quickly slamming her head on the table and resting it there. The fifteen year old had been hoping to make it through one day without having to deal with Seifer and his licentious behavior. Apparently, today was not that day. She could feel her three friends’ gazes glued to her in silent curiosity.

“You know Olette, even though Seifer is a moron you should just go out with him. After all, he is one of the most popular people in this school,” Selphie suggested. Olette responded to the lighter brunette’s suggestion, but her voice was muffled by the table. Selphie wouldn’t have wanted to hear what Olette had to say anyway, seeing as how it had been slightly insulting. So instead, Kairi replied for her.

“You know Olette won’t. She’s waiting for Mr. Right,” Kairi sighed, as if the dream was childish. In a way, it really was. Olette failed to realize that, however.

“The girl’s not willing to settle for a setting sun. She wants the whole enchilada,” Yuffie cut in with her strange metaphor.

What does an enchilada have to do with a sunset? Olette asked herself with a puzzled look on her face.

“Good luck trying to find the perfect boy,” Selphie scoffed. But even she had to admit Seifer was far from perfect.

Olette only smiled, not even the least bothered by her friends’ doubts. Her friends were right about her, though. She wasn’t willing to settle for just anybody. Even if they had good looks and popularity to boot. She knew that love in high school was overrated. Which was why she was waiting for the right person to come along. She was one of those girls who wanted the perfect boyfriend. Selphie was on to something, unfortunately. Finding the perfect boy was easier said than done. And Olette knew that better than anyone else. Olette’s friends had gone through many relationships. She herself had gone through none. Zero. Zip. Nada. Nothing. Despite this, she still waited patiently for her perfect boy rather than rushing into something. She wasn’t about to let this bring her spirits down.

The bell had rung, which snapped Olette back to reality. The three other girls were already trying to clean up their table. She threw away her lunch, bid her friends farewell, and headed off towards her next class.

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Olette strolled down the stairs outside her school at the end of the day. The rest of the students hurried past her, shouting their last goodbyes for the day or trying to catch up to their friends so as to walk home together. The sun was high in the sky by that point, beating its heat down on the town. She shielded her eyes and looked up momentarily. The sky had changed from blue to a light orange color. It was starting to get to be that time of the day. Olette quickly snapped out of her trance when Pence jumped down the stairs and landed perfectly next to her.

She placed one hand on her hip. “Very impressive,” Olette joked.

“Hey, you two! Wait up!” Hayner yelled from somewhere behind them. The dirty blond shoved his way through a swarm of freshman. He ran down the stairs but tripped on his way down. He broke his fall by landing on top of Pence and tackling him to the concrete. Olette broke into a fit of laughter. A couple of immature seniors did a catcall at Hayner and Pence as they walked past the sight.

“Bunch of dumbasses,” Hayner murmured as he staggered up off his friend. He brushed the dust off his pants, part of the boys’ required school uniform.

“So, how was your first day?” Olette asked, helping Pence back on to his feet. The three began their walk home, turning around the curb and making their way down the sidewalk.

“Eh, it was okay I guess,” Pence answered. He folded his arms behind his head in a relaxed manner.

“It was awesome!” Hayner exclaimed. Olette immediately recognized that perverted glint in his eye. “I swear there are at least three hot girls in every single one of my classes.” Hayner gave Olette a side-glance, giving her a leer at the same time. “Of course you’re not one of them, Olette,” he teased.

She suddenly kicked him as hard as she could in the back, sending him to fly forward and land face first on the concrete. This little attack caught him completely off guard, and Hayner remained lying on the ground in a confused state. A footprint was noticeable on the spot where he had been kicked. Hayner looked up to see Olette looming over him, a positively angry expression plastered on her face.

“I hope Leon does kill you!” she shouted at him. He winced at the volume of her voice. Olette quickly ran off down the sidewalk, now in a huffy mood. She left Pence and Hayner behind, the dirty blond still lying on the concrete. The two watched as Olette’s retreating figure disappeared over the horizon.

“Oh, Hayner. Oh, stupid, stupid Hayner,” Pence sighed as he shook his head.

The brunette made her way to the larger part of Twilight Town. The streets were bustling with people, some rushing to and from work. With the day nearing to an end, many people were trying to get home as fast as possible. The sounds of cars zipping up and down the streets and people chatting away on cell phones filled the air all around the green-eyed brunette. A couple of times someone ran into Olette, but continued on their way without so much as apologizing, telling her to “Watch it,” as they did so. She had been so angry, Olette took a wrong turn and instead of heading home went deeper into the heart of Twilight Town. Olette walked through the town, trying to calm down. She pushed her way through the crowd, going against the flow of the multitude. Hayner always made jokes about how she was unattractive. And every single one of them pissed her off. She didn’t verbally admit it, but when it came to joking around about her appearance she was sensitive.

“Stupid Hayner,” she mumbled under her breath with her brows furrowed together in frustration. “I hope he burns in hell, and then…” Olette went on with her cursing.

She stormed past a mother and young child while swearing rather loudly. The mother quickly covered up her child’s ears and gave Olette a disapproving look. She failed to notice the glare. Instead, she continued on her way, cursing and stomping around the curb. Olette was no longer paying attention, but concentrating on the many curses she was placing on Hayner. Her lack of focus caused her to walk straight into people and walk across the streets even when the lights signaled not to cross. She had crossed the streets several times when it wasn’t permitted. Behind her, people were shouting at her to pay attention so as to not get run over by a car or die some other horrible death. However, Olette didn’t hear a single word they were shouting and went on with her infuriated fit.

“Hmph! What does Hayner know anyway?” Olette asked out loud. She had stopped right in the middle of the street to stomp her foot. She held her arms straight at her sides, her fingers curled up into fists. There was a pout on her face as she took the time to curse more at Hayner rather than hurry across the street. “I mean he’s just as stupid as—”

Her ramblings were interrupted by a sudden, horrifying noise.

BEEEEEEEEP!

A car was honking its horn loudly at Olette, warning her about its oncoming approach. She snapped her head up in time to see she was about to get run down by it. Olette was frozen scared where she stood, awaiting her death. Her brain had cut off from the rest of her body right at that moment and prevented any of her limbs from working right. She wanted to move her legs desperately, but it was like someone had super glued her feet to the pavement. All she was really able to do was close her eyes and scream. She shielded her face with her arms and waited for the feeling of being crushed by a heavy vehicle. Suddenly, she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist and tackle her out of the way of the car and to the ground. Olette opened her green eyes and saw the car squeal to a stop. A frantic driver popped out of the car, gasping, “Are you okay?” Olette blinked and saw she was lying on the sidewalk. There was a heavy load on her, suffocating her slightly.

“W-what happened?” she asked herself. She could still feel her heartbeat racing and herself shaking every so often. There was a lump in her throat that made it ache to swallow. And she had to blink multiple times because she could feel the tears pricking her eyes. But it felt better than being dead.

“You stupid girl!” someone above her yelled angrily.

Olette blinked back whatever was left of the tears that had swelled in her eyes and glanced up. As it turned out, the heavy load that was smothering her was the boy still sitting on her. It was a pale skinned boy, his golden spikes shining blindingly. Olette had the sudden urge to run her hand through his hair, just to see if it felt soft or spiky to the touch. His hair was a darker shade of blond than most. She looked into his irritated, narrowed eyes only to see a shade of blue that she could only find by looking up at the sky. Or maybe they were sapphire. Olette decided his eyes were sapphire blue, and not sky blue. For a moment she found herself mesmerized; it wasn’t everyday she saw someone with such blue eyes. She could feel the definitions of his soft muscles, what with him still refusing to get off her and whatnot. His face was contorted into an aggravated expression as he glared darkly down at Olette. The blond boy looked to be about her age.

“Why didn’t you move?” he shouted.

Olette blinked for a moment before realizing his tone of voice was sharp and aggressive. She then comprehended the fact that the boy was mad at her for doing absolutely nothing. She sent him a glare of her own. Not only was she upset that he was yelling at her for nothing, but also because his weight was making it difficult for her to breathe. Olette pushed the boy off and sent him tumbling to the sidewalk.

“Shut your hole! I just wasn’t paying attention!” Olette defended after jumping to her feet. She took a moment to brush off her skirt. But she then realized how ridiculous her reasoning was. She wasn’t paying attention? Even she had to admit that was no good reason to stand in the middle of the street and wait to get run over by a car.

“So that’s how you’re going to thank me for saving your life?” the boy scoffed from his spot on the ground. Olette looked down to see that the boy was frowning up at her, somehow pulling off a somewhat adorable pout. Admitting it was adorable, though, was something she wasn’t about to do.

“Fine! Thank you for saving my life,” Olette slowly retorted in a conceited tone, mocking his mental ability. The boy huffed and turned his head away from the girl. He directed his pout to the sidewalk he was still sitting on.

Upon further inspection, Olette saw that the boy’s attire consisted of an equal amount of white and black and checkered patterns. The checkered patterns were a mix of white and black squares. The pattern appeared on the white jacket he wore over his black zipped up shirt. His pants were both black and some sort of off-white color. Olette noticed more checkers around his fingers and wrists. She couldn’t help but shudder at what she assumed was his rather odd checker fetish. She got a vibe, just from his clothing, that he was the type who went looking for trouble. It was Olette’s turn to frown.

Great. I was saved by a hoodlum with a crappy attitude. I’m so thankful. It’s a shame, really. He’s not bad looking.

Olette looked the boy over once more. She couldn’t explain why, but she had a strange sense of déjà vu. And she only got that feeling when she looked at the blond-haired, blue-eyed, checkered-pattern-wearing boy. The boy finally got up and stretched his arms above his head. He could feel Olette continue staring at him intently as he did so. He was finally fed up with her obvious staring and went back to glowering at her.

“What?” he snapped.

“Have we met before?” Olette asked.

“No, thank God,” the boy spat. He looked away, that arrogant smug look still resting on his face.

Olette frowned intently at him. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere, though. The I’m-better-than-you attitude was definitely familiar. Even his physical appearance seemed somehow familiar. Olette wasn’t one who would forget a face. She thought intently for a moment, searching her mind for a possibility as to who this boy could be. Then, finally, it clicked.

“Roxas?” Olette gasped, remembering the name from years ago. The boy looked back at her, alarm creeping its way onto his face. They remained in a momentary, awkward silence as they exchanged surprised stares with each other.

“How do you know my name?” the boy demanded.