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Akuroku fic, ftw!
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His red hair bounced lightly when he walked, and I was surprised it moved with the amount of hair gel he probably had to use to get it to spike up like that. Thick, black-rimmed glasses framed his eyes that were the color of jade; beautifully olive in every aspect, I had to admit. And I thought my eyes were good looking; he beat my sapphire orbs with his, by far.

Grabbing a piece of my golden hair, I twisted it around my finger slowly and absentmindedly. It was a habit of mine; one that I needed to break, soon. It was too girly. I scanned the hallway, and noticed all the girls were swooning; some more openly than others. A few girls were following him in a pack, giggling as they went; pathetic, if you ask me.

One girl was walking next to him, flirting with him so... disgustingly, I almost turned away. Something, however, caught my eye; his. He was looking straight at me, not even paying attention to the blabbering and clearly hormonal girl beside him. I looked away quickly, and made a b-line for my next class, hoping and praying that he didn't think I was staring at him... Please, please, please, don't let him think I'm a creepy stalker! I screamed in my head, I'm not, I'm not!

Things only got worse when I sat down. Not immediately, but pretty close. I was all set at my table where I sat alone in the back of the room; books neat and organized, ready to sit through an agonizing hour of biology, when he came in. This was crazy! How could this coincidence happen? Clearly the world was out to get me this day, because nothing this bad has ever happened to me... Wait, why is this even bad?!

My mind almost imploded when I saw Mr. Lizman point him in my direction to the seat next to me. No, no, no, my mind screamed, no, Lizman, why are you out to get me?! The guy seemed to have no emotion on his face as he walked toward my table and I looked up at him, staring at him like before. Before I knew it he was standing next to me, ready to pull the chair out, looking down at me with those electric eyes, odd markings beneath them, like upside-down triangles...

He raised an eyebrow, and I realized I hadn't stopped staring at him. I turned away again, grabbing my books from the other side of the table, which was now his, and shoved them onto my side. I cringed at the noise the chair made when he pulled it out, echoing, long and screeching in my ears. This was clearly not my day.
Lizman started talking, and I rested my chin in the palm of my left hand, fingers tapping at my cheek. My right hand doodled with a pencil randomly on the paper as he droned on. It had only been a half an hour through this damn class; what was wrong with time? Could it move any faster, please?

"Can I borrow a pencil?" a voice came from beside me, and my heart seemed to stop. I looked over, the new guy staring at me, his eyes locked on mine for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. And his voice... it was unexplainable. It cut through the air like butter, smooth and simple, but in a mysterious way... It was like - Wait. He asked me a question.

"Oh, um, yeah, sure," I stammered after blinking my eyes to try and get my self to concentrate as I rummaged through my bag to find him a pencil. I finally found one, and handed it to him. "Here,"

"Thanks," he replied, taking it from my hand, his fingers brushing mine as he did so. "Sorry," he apologized, but I just shook my head.

"No problem..." His hands were warm, I realized, as I went back to my previous bored position. He seemed to just radiate heat, but it probably had to do with the black sweatshirt he was wearing. It was rather plain, except for a few weird symbols on the front that I didn't recognize; probably band labels or something, I figured.

I noticed then that he took out a cell-phone and started pushing buttons; texting I assumed. I took this opportunity to analyze him without him staring at me like before. He was toned, I could tell, by the way the sweatshirt fit him, and his hands were strong, by the look of the way he pressed the buttons on his phone rapid-fire. He had a slightly square jaw, but it suited him nicely, and his ears, I counted, had eight piercings, or at least the left one did; I couldn't see the right.

This guy had me beat in every aspect. Even the weird markings on his face made him more attractive... He made my feel fat, to be honest; I knew I wasn't, but my baby face compared to his was unattractive in my eyes at that moment... The sudden click of the phone shutting sent my gaze back to the front of the room where Lizman was talking about some sort of DNA thing, but I got distracted again when I felt a poke on my shoulder and looked over at the demy-god sitting next to me.

"Do you know where the gym is?" his voice came again, and I felt myself turn into a puddle of mush; it felt weird.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Is that your next class?" I asked, trying to strike a conversation; if he was going to sit next to me I might as well make it clear that I was perfectly normal and not some creepy person. My reply from him was a nod and he took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me.

I took it, and looked at it, scanning the blocks and the words that filled them. He was in every singe one of my classes. Clearly this was going to be an interesting year.

"You're in all of my classes," I said quietly, Mr. Lizman probably catching on to the noise coming from the back of the room. His smirk in response sent a chill up my spine; this was very uncomfortable, on so many different levels...
The bell then rang and I let out a sign of relief. There was no homework, Lizman said, and for that I was grateful; I hadn't paid attention all class. Shoving my books into my bag, I slung it over my shoulder, all the while his green eyes watching me; I felt sort of... exposed in a way.

We walked down the hall together, and I glanced up at him. He was staring ahead of him, at nothing particular as far as I could tell, so I took the initiative.

"Are those real?" I asked, the words coming from my lips like vomit. He looked down at me, raising his eyebrow, hair bouncing ever-so-slightly as he walked again.

"Are what real?" he questioned, and I pointed to his face under his eyes.

"Those," what I got for a reply was a smile, and I raised my own eyebrow in confusion. This guy was so weird.

"You'll just have to find out for yourself," I knew then, as we walked down the hall to the gym, that this was going to be a very awkward year.

Ahahaha yeah. This was written for my Creative Writing Mid-term in an hour, so, that's why it's kind of short, so that's why the characters are vague / Roxas is a creep, BUT, I have ideas for plot! I'm going to continue this, I guess, if you guys want. So please give feedback; it'd be helpful. xD

P.S: If you listen to the song ‘Feelin' You' be Jesse Mccartney, it fits this so well it's scary.. but what's even scarier is that I didn't know that song when I wrote this. oo;;

P.P.S: It annoys me how the 'tab' button doesn't work on here. ;;; ugg.