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Corruption,
Chapter Nine
Author’s Note: Crys, thanks for
reviewing! I’m glad that there’s SOMEONE here who likes this story. X3 My best friend helps me with the plot line and stuff…without
her I think this would totally suck.
Marluxia stared down the
hallway mournfully. “It’s not going well for you, is it?” I asked, already
knowing the answer. “I told you that calling him deliciously sexy wouldn’t get
you anywhere.”
“Why not? It works with you,” Xigbar
said, leaning in the doorway, smirking. “By the way, I can't wait until we get
time alone again.”
Zexion walked back into the
living room, his face flushed while I was wailing with embarrassment.
Xigbar straightened up.
“Anyway, I gotta go. And you have to go to bed soon.
Who knows, French might actually surprise you tomorrow.” Giving me a hug, he
left.
*~*~*~*
Reno walked into his apartment
about one in the morning, supported by Vincent. His eyes were glazed over, his
balance severely off, and his words slurring. He pushed away from Vincent’s
grip and threw himself over the back of his couch, putting his face in his
younger brother’s. “Whhaaachuu doin’ here?”
“Trying to sleep, fuck damnit,” Axel growled, pushing Reno out of his face. He rolled
onto his side, facing away from his brother. It wasn’t too late to fall back
asleep.
“I thoughhhtt…you
said you were gonna be here for a few days toppss,” Reno drawled. He climbed over
the back of the couch and sat on Axel’s hip.
“What the fuck Reno, get off!” Axel growled. Reno wouldn’t budge. “Vincent!
Get your stupid glory hole off me! He’s crushing my sides!”
“…Not my problem,” Vincent
replied, walking past both the redheads to his room.
“Why are you on my couch?” Reno asked. “Every time I come
home I want to break in this new couch and every single time your lazy ass is
sleeping on it.”
“I have no where else to
sleep.”
“Yeahhhh…you dooooo. Demmmmmyx’s, r’member?”
Reno replied, his words hardly
legible. “They said you could live there….for like….years now….yo.”
“I don’t wanna,” Axel said, shoving Reno onto the floor. “’Don’t
take charity.”
Reno stared up at Axel. “Dude. When life throws you lemons, what are you supposed to
do?”
“Shove razorblades in them
and throw ‘em back,” Axel mumbled, digging his face
in his pillow.
“No! You make lemon squares
then give ‘em to me,” Reno stated.
“What? You want me to move
into Dem’s so you can go over there? Fucking pedophile.”
“Pedophile,
shmedophile. No, I want you off my couch so I can fuck
on it.”
“I’m not getting off the
couch tonight,” Axel said. “So you can damn well get over it. Goodnight.”
*~*~*~*~*
I didn’t see Xigbar first
thing in the morning. I woke with a jolt as an ice-cold liquid got poured on my
head. I sat straight up, screaming like a banshee. I glared at Marluxia, who
was standing over me with a pitcher of water. “What the hell was that for?”
“I’ve been trying to get
you up for an hour,” Marluxia snapped. “Hurry up and get ready. We’re going to
be late, all thanks to you.”
Grudgingly, I got ready for
school as quickly as I could. Ten minutes later, I was in the car with Marluxia
and Zexion, heading for school. It wasn’t until we actually got there that I
realized that I hadn’t eaten and I didn’t have my books. Actually, my textbooks
came as an afterthought. I couldn’t ignore my growling tummy. “Mar! I’m hungry,” I whined as we walked into the main
building.
“You’ll get over it,”
Marluxia said. Glancing at a clock, he added, “We’ll be having lunch in, oh,
about four and a half hours.”
And I tell you, those were
four and a half hours I had ever endured. It didn’t help that we had a lab in
science, too. We ended up getting going to the late lunch at the end of class
because of it.
When the lunch bell rang, I
sprinted to the cafeteria. Then I realized that I didn’t have money. And of
course the lunch ladies were completely evil and wouldn’t even charge money to
my account. Devoid of hope and full of hunger, I went out to my usual spot
during lunch, in the courtyard.
For the first time in a
long time, all of my friends were sitting together. Even
Zexion. While Axel wasn’t looking, I stole some of his greasy fries.
Eventually he noticed and yelled at me. “Goddamn it, you ho!”
“OI, get over it!” I told
him, taking another fry. “I didn't go home last night so I didn't have money or
food...” I muttered, adding, “Or my own clean boxers.”
Axel wore a huge grin.
“Yeah, Xig told me about that. You ever gonna get
those back from him?” He leaned over, whispering. “I bet he's still wearing them.”
I choked on the fry,
blushing profusely. “H-how---? Since...when are you
two friends??”
“Since he
punched me in the face. Weird, must have been tension. Course, I figure if he got so
worked up to actually punch me, he must like you. He's one hell of a lazy
bastard,” Axel explained, gulping down his soda.
“Oh yeah...he told me
that,” I said slowly. It still shocked me that he actually said that, too. I
looked around the courtyard, just to, as if someone might appear out of no
where. No one did.
I turned my attention to
Marluxia and Zexion. Zexion, as usual, was reading his giant book. Mar was
trying to do something. I wasn’t
sure, but when Zexion looked up and glared at him, I had an idea. “Marluxia. Stop
trying to grab my ass or I'm going to hit you with this,” Zexion snapped,
holding up his giant textbook.
“Oi,
oi, calm down,” Marluxia said, giggling. “You take
things way too seriously,” he added, fanning himself with a notebook, grinning
catlike. I couldn’t figure out why he would possibly be fanning himself of all
things, it was no where close to being hot.
“Where'd my candy bar go?”
Axel demanded, looking around. “Must have already eaten it.”
I decided not to tell him that Roxas had taken it from him ages ago and had
already eaten it. He slid down by Roxas and rubbed in his arms. “Hey sexy.” Roxas smiled, replying with a ‘hey’.
I momentarily watched Axel
and Roxas, who were now talking animatedly amongst themselves. Even though he
was being ignored, Marluxia was talking to Zexion. For that solitary moment, I
felt so…alone. My friends could be fine without me…they had each other. But
where did that leave me? I had no one. I was staring at my shoelaces when I
heard his voice.
“Ya
know, I was going to wait until French, but you look so lonely,” Xigbar said in
a singsong tone, scooting close to me. He set a fuzzy, medium-sized stuffed
panda in my lap. “You mentioned something about playing with pandas?”
A high-pitched squeal
escaped from my lips as I leaned against Xigbar, hugging the panda tightly. No
one had ever given me a stuffed animal before; I was so happy. My cheeks were
burning as I giggled.
Xigbar looked at me with a
lazy eye. “Damn, all this fuss over a panda?”
“I think he loves it more
then you,” Larxene said, sitting beside Xigbar, lighting up a cigarette.
“Thanks, Xigbar,” I said. I
noticed Xaldin was standing beside Larxene, checking out Roxas’s ass.
Roxas noticed, too. Tugging
on Axel’s sleeve, he said, “Axie...there's some weird Puerto Rican dude staring
at my ass.”
“I'm British, you bastard!”
Xaldin yelled angrily.
“Oi,
you're mine,” Larxene said, grabbing Xaldin’s chin, forcing him to look at her.
Roxas was staring at
Xaldin, wide-eyed. “...Axie, he scares me.”
“Don't
worry about him, Lar's got it under control,” Axel
replied smoothly, watching as Larxene tackled Xaldin to the hard cement ground.
“See?”
“I'll rape you, I'll rape
you!” Larxene threatened, tugging at Xaldin’s shirt collar.
Xaldin openly accepted this
threat. “Hot damn!”
My eyes widened. They seriously
weren’t going to…do that, here, where they? Xigbar was a step ahead of me. He
turned his attention away from me and looked over at Larxene and Xaldin. “Hey!
Not in front of the minors.” I looked down at my lap for a moment, realizing
that Xigbar was holding my hand. It took everything I had to not squeal again.
Today certainly was a day of new things! I’m…not
capable of explaining of how happy I am…It’s silly of me…he’s only holding my
hand…but…
Zexion looked up from his
book as Larxene was getting off Marluxia. “Mar, isn't that your neighbor who
turned you down because you're a fucking pussy?” He asked cruelly, referring to
Larxene. Geez, when was he going to stop being pissed
off at Mar?
Marluxia sniffed loudly.
“That’s not what she said.”
“Hey fucking pussy, get
Xaldin some ice, I think I hurt his crotch,” Larxene said, rubbing said area.
Obediently, Marluxia ran
into the cafeteria, chanting ‘ice, ice’. Man, he was whipped. And he wasn’t
even with Larxene or anything.
“Like, oh-em-gee!” I looked up to see some blonde girl staring at me
with her head cocked. Her long hair was in pigtails. Her fingers twirled in her
hair. I didn’t even bother looking anywhere else but her face. There wasn’t
much else there, anyway. “Demsies!
I didn’t know that you were…you know.
I thought we had something special. Or we should, anyway. I mean, I’m the head
cheerleader, and you’re sexy,” she said. Where had I even seen her before? It
wasn’t until later that I realized that she was in my math class three years
ago.
The girl really set Xigbar
off. He narrowed his eyes and snarled. “Too bad, ya
know, he's gay. Even if he wasn't and I wasn't around, there's no way in hell
he'd date you, you stuck up, clown faced, sorry excuse for a lesbian bimbo!” He
stood up, towering over the girl, still holding my hand.
I watched the girl run
away, then stared at the ground blankly. About five
minutes or so later, I looked up at Xigbar. “Did she call me…’Demsies’?”
*~*~*~*~*
Larxene was standing a few
feet away from Xigbar and Demyx when the first one came. It was a
normal-looking high school girl. Plain features, plain clothes. Nothing special. “Are you putting it up tonight?” The girl
handed Larxene some money.
Larxene grinned wickedly,
stuffing the money in her bra. “Damn straight. You got Cloud’s underwear?”
“Uh-huh,” the girl replied,
nodding.
“God bless you.” Larxene
said. She looked away from the girl to see Roxas approaching curiously.
“What kind of stuff ya got?” Roxas asked, leaning over to see the image on
Larxene’s camera that the girl beside her was looking at.
Larxene stared at Roxas.
Did the boy realize what her specialty was or was he just being nosy? It’s no matter, Larxene decided. She
flipped through the camera until she came upon a photo of Axel stark-ass naked,
getting a BJ from Roxas. “That kind of stuff.”
“DEAR LORD! HOW THE HELL
DID YOU GET THAT???” Roxas demanded.
Larxene’s grin widened. Her
eyes bore a predatory glint. “I can get
anywhere I want to, and I do mean anywhere.”
Axel strode over, somewhat
lazily. “Oi, not now, now I'll never get laid again.”
“IS THAT ALL YOU CARE
ABOUT? OH MY FUCKING GOD,” Roxas yelled, storming out of the courtyard.
“Wait, wait, It's just I
haven't gotten action for two months now!” Axel explained, chasing after Roxas.
*~*~*~*~*
Despite watching Roxas’s
rather entertaining little episode, I was bored. So I poked Xigbar. Again. And again. And again.
“Quit it,” Xigbar growled,
smacking my hand lightly.
“But I’m boredddd!”
“I'm not your plaything. So
stop poking me!” Xigbar snapped. His words hit me like a slap in the face. And
not just a little slap, but the kind that send a surge of pain through your
whole body. I winced and looked to the ground, setting my head on the
panda’s. “I’m sorry, Dem,” Xigbar said
after a moment. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Larxene gave me a wicked
grin. “You want to know why?”
My eyes widened. “…Why?”
“You weren’t there and I
was cold,” Xigbar muttered under his breath.
“Come again?” I asked,
poking him. “You couldn’t sleep because I wasn’t there?” I couldn’t help but
snicker…but it came out as a giggle.
“I was cold damnit! Larxene and Xaldin had all the blankets and my
heater broke!” Xigbar said.
“I told you I wanted to
stay, but noooo,” I said. I looked over at Larxene, who
was whispering something to Xaldin. Hopping to my feet, I went over, leaning
down so I was eyelevel with Larxene. “Whatcha whispering about? I wanna know!”
Larxene shoved me in my
face as the bell rang. “It’s time for class and we’ve got something special
planned.”
“Oh yeah,” Xaldin said, his
eyes brightening as he smirked.
“But I wanna
know!” I wailed, pouting. I hated it when people teased me like this. It wasn’t
fair.
“Anyone tell you that you
look adorable when you pout?” Xigbar asked.
“…No,” I replied, my bottom
lip protruding. “Larxene! Tell me, please?
I’ll…uh…I’ll let you record me!” Yeah, I was desperate.
I followed Larxene down the
hall. She stopped at my French door, crossing her arms in consideration. “Hmmm…No.” She dragged Xaldin inside the room. Xaldin smiled
apologetically, then followed her in.
“Come on,” Xigbar told me,
tugging me by the collar of my shirt. “You look adorable when you pout.” It
took me a minute, but then I realized that was adding on to the comment made
earlier.
“I…don’t know what to say
to that.” I said. I wasn’t used to getting weird complements like that, no less
from Xigbar. I cocked my head as I entered the classroom. “What are you guys
doing here, anyway?” Soon enough, my question answered itself.
Larxene slammed her fist on
the chalkboard, then scraped her nails down it. “Listen
up runts! According to the principal, you all have not yet received sex
education. So me and my cohorts have gladly
volunteered, to which the principal willingly obliged.”
Xigbar
leaned over and whispered in my ear. “She means forced.”
Xaldin
slapped his palms together. “Okay! Guys on the side with me,” he said,
indicating the left side of the room. Closest to the exit, I noted. “And girls
on the side with Larxene,” he added, indicated the right.
I
groaned. This was the last thing I wanted. Seriously.
Sex-Ed was bad enough, but with these three? Holy shit, I was gonna be in trouble. “I think I'm conveniently going to
have a stomach ache....”
Roxas
slapped his forehead as the students who needed to move moved. I didn’t have to
ask him to know that he did not like this any more than I did. We both knew
that anything with the word ‘sex’ got Axel riled up. It didn’t help that he
hadn’t gotten any action, as he so eloquently stated at lunch.
“Sex
Ed, woo!” Axel cheered, scooting his desk close to Roxas’s.
“I
couldn’t agree more,” Xigbar said to Axel. He looked down at me. “You better
not try to.”
Damn
him, damn him! I pursed my lips as I walked to my desk beside Roxas. “But…I don’t
want to hear this stuff!”
“Me
neither!” Roxas said in agreement.
Larxene
glared at us. “Well too bad, goddamnit! I came out
all this way, so too bad!” She paused, addressing the rest of the class. “Now, let's skip to the chase. What do you
kids know about sex?”
“That it’s goooodddd,” a kid from the front row drawled.
I banged my head on the
desk.
“Duh. You all know what you do
with the penis righhttt?” Xigbar said. My eyes
widened. Not just because I was in shock that this conversation was happening
in French class, but that Xigbar said
‘penis.’ What kind of nympho says ‘penis’?
“You suck it,” Larxene
replied before any of the students could. She leaned towards Xaldin’s crotch.
“And that’s not all!”
Xaldin added. He threw Larxene’s legs around his waist and grinded her.
One
student wolf-whistled.
“Imma
be sick, yo!” another one cried.
I covered my face with my
palms. “Xig-gy! I want this
to be over.”
“Hmm, a volunteer you say?”
Xigbar walked towards me and grabbed my wrist. No, no, no, no! “Anyone know what to do with the same gender?”
“I know, I know!!!” Axel
said, waving his arm around in the air.
“OH GAWD!” Roxas banged his head on the desk.
I tried to wiggle away,
with not avail. Xigbar pulled me toward him and nibbled on my neck. “Sshh…calm down,” he commanded. I dug my face in his chest,
hoping that if I couldn’t see anyone, they couldn’t see me. I knew it wasn’t so
though. Unfortunately.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Axel took one look at
Xigbar and pounced Roxas. If he could get
some sort of action, I damn well should too, he decided. “Roxie!
I missed you!”
Roxas squealed and tried to
scramble away. He looked to Marluxia, who was a few feet away. “Marly! Help!”
“Oh no
you don’t,”
Axel said. “I’ve waited two fucking months, you tease.” He pushed Roxas to the
floor, pinning him down as he started to rip the blonde’s clothes.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The classroom door opened.
Paine, supposedly one of the bitchiest teachers on campus [I wouldn’t know, I
never had her], entered the classroom. “What is going on here?” She demanded,
glaring at the ‘adults’.
Xigbar pulled away from me,
smiling. [I took this opportunity to help Roxas get away from Axel.] “Nothing. We’re just teaching what not to do. Remember kids,
sex is bad.”
“Says you,” Larxene said,
untangling herself from Xaldin. She eyed Paine up and down. “Hey baby, you’ve
got the goods. You wanna go get a drink sometime?”
“Uh...no.”
Larxene shrugged in
response. “Your loss.”
“Well, thanks for stopping
by and goodbye,” Xigbar said, shoving Paine out of the room. “Now class, what
did we learn?”
“That blondes are teases,”
Axel huffed.
“We are not!” Roxas and I
said in unison. Then we stared at each other. It really wasn’t planned that we
say that together.
“Ohhh,
prove it,” one girl said, pulling out her cell phone.
“Puh-lease,
the proof is right there,” Xigbar said, pointing to Axel’s erection. The girl
squealed in response and started taking rapid pictures on her cell phone,
causing an uproar among the students. Axel looked
proud of himself. “Alright, alright,” Xigbar said, silencing the students. “We
need a hands-on demonstration. I volunteer….Axel and Roxas.”
“No!” Roxas wailed and
started running towards the door. I followed.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Xigbar
said, slamming the door shut. “If you don't do this, I'll give you an essay.
And if you don't do that, I'll shove this pencil so far up your ass you'll be
able to taste the eraser. So what will it be?” Xigbar glowered down at Roxas,
twirling a sharp pencil in his hand.
I looked to Roxas, who was
debating on what to do. “Um…uh…the essay?”
Xigbar smirked menacingly.
“A written confession of love, complete with what you would do to your lover.
NO nicknames, no nothing. So, hands on learning or writing it down and reading
it out loud?”
“Um…umm…” Roxas turned to
me. I think he was about to die of embarrassment. “Which one do you think is
worse?” He asked me.
I was silent for a moment.
If I had that choice…the writing
would be worse. The thought was mortifying. Writing down how I feel…I don’t
even know how I feel half the time…and then what I would do…Holy shit. “The second one,” I said quickly, trying not
to think about it anymore.
“Okay…I’ll…do the first
one,” Roxas said.
“Tease,” Axel hissed.
“Shut up,” Roxas glared at
him. “I agreed to it, didn’t I?”
“But no
hands on.”
I watched Roxas and Axel.
Roxas looked like he was about to pummel Axel. “You obviously weren’t
listening. I agreed to that, unless you want me to write that stupid essay.”
“So you’ll give me smex?”
“Stop being a douche and
I’ll think about it.”
Xigbar looked down at me.
“You, on second thought, don’t get a choice,” he said, dragging me to the front
of the classroom.
“B-but!” I whined.
“But nothin! Think of this as retribution for lunch,” Xigbar
snapped.
Larxene looked at us then
to the class, grinning wickedly. “Okay, boys and girls. First lesson: who’s on top here? Can you
tell?”
“Ummmm...Demyx!
Cuz he's liek, blonde...and
in a band,” some idiot girl said, giggling.
I glanced at the girl for a
moment, then looked up at Xigbar. “Don’t you need…uh,
parental consent for this kind of stuff?”
“Nu-uh,
you’re being supervised,” Xigbar said, leaning against the chalkboard, pulling
me closer to him.
“What does this have to do
with retribution? I didn’t do anything!” God, I was so embarrassed and stuff,
it wasn’t even funny.
“You teased me with that
sleeping remark.” Xigbar replied.
“Right-oh! We have a winner,” Larxene
replied sarcastically.
“Now, what do we know about
the ones on bottom?” Xaldin asked.
Marluxia spoke for the
first time. “What does any of this have to do with sex?” He asked, crossing his
arms impatiently. His question never got answered.
A moment later, Zexion came
into the room holding a manila folder. He worked in the front office during
this block, so he was always sent on errands. He looked around the classroom
quickly. “I believe I am in the wrong room,” he muttered, and turned to leave.
“Wait! You’re in the right
room,” Marluxia said, patting the chair beside him.
Larxene strode over and
drug Zexion to the chair before he could leave. “Cop a squat.” Zexion obliged
and sat in the seat beside Marluxia, but he looked far from happy in doing so.
*~*~*~*~*
“I can’t wait,” Axel said,
referring to his ‘smexy time’ with Roxas. He slid his
hand over, grabbing Roxas’s ass, ignoring everything else that was going on in
the classroom.
Roxas started at Axel
dryly.
“Oi,
come on Roxie, I deserve more lovin’ then this! I
have to resort to wet dreams. WET DREAMS!”
“When you're constantly
trying to fuck me I don't feel like doing anything with you,” Roxas replied
simply.
“I'm only trying, because
you're not DOING ANYTHING!!! You even blew off our date for bowling. Bowling!!!”
“I didn't have a CHOICE,
Axel. I TOLD you. My parents MADE me,” Roxas snapped, glaring at his so-called
boyfriend.
“Then how about you and me
ditch and go out?” Axel asked, playing with Roxas’s hair.
“And do what, exactly?”
Roxas inquired.
“Stuff,” Axel replied,
wiggling his eyebrows.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Zexion sat beside Marluxia,
completely not enjoying the fact that he was here, beside him. “What
the fuck is this?” He demanded. He
felt like he was in an insane asylum. Between Larxene and Xaldin, Axel and
Roxas, Xigbar and Demyx, and all the screaming girls in the class, this place
was worse than Hell.
“Sex ed, via la prostitutes
and perverts,” Marluxia replied, overly cheerful.
“Joyous,” Zexion muttered
dryly.
“Ain’t
it?” Marluxia played with his own pink locks idly while sneaking glances at
Zexion when he thought the smaller teen wasn’t looking.
“As if
Axel and the other pervs need the encouragement.”
“Know watcha
mean,” Marluxia said, scooting a little bit closer to Zexion.
Zexion noticed Marluxia
closing in on his personal space instantly. Raising an eyebrow, he demanded,
“What are you doing?”
“Dropped my pencil,”
Marluxia said. He bent over, reaching for his ‘pencil’ as he tried to look up
Zexion's pants.
“Will you stop it? Not only
do your innuendos suck, your ability to be subtle is atrocious,” Zexion said
coolly, frowning.
“God, why are you so mean
to me!?” Marluxia demanded, slamming a book on his desk.
“…Because you’re a douche.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
“Can we get on with this
already?”
I glanced over at the boy
who demanded this. I was really starting to hate him, along with all the girls
in this class, too.
“You heard him,” Xigbar
remarked, shoving his hand down the front of my pants. I squealed, trying to
squirm away. It was going too far. We were still in class, hello! “Oh, we’ll
get more than squeals,” Xigbar said, purring in my ear. His other hand slipped
down the back of my pants and clasped on my ass.
I made a point of looking
away from Xigbar. I could hardly tolerate Larxene and Xaldin’s voyeurism; this
was way too much. I’d never be able to show my face here again. I inwardly
groaned at this, anticipating my eternal humiliation. And it was far too late
to get my schedule changed.
“And now for the straight
guys,” I heard Larxene say, as she rubbed on Xaldin’s crotch. The
dreadlock-bearing man grinned and pulled her toward him.
Between the struggling and
the, erm, pleasure of being manhandled, my body just
gave up or something and leaned against Xigbar, feeling limp. “Can we
please...stop?”
“Stop, why would we want to
do that?” Xigbar said, unzipping my pants.
“I...I don't want to do
anything in front of them...I know them,” I said, admitting my inner turmoil.
*~*~*~*~*~*
‘Remember Luxord: Bring Demyx home. That boy’s in a world of
trouble. Don’t go easy on him. That means no going out for ice cream or candy
on the way back or anything else. Got it?’
‘Of course, sweetums! I’m on it.’
Luxord remembered the short
conversation he had had with his wife only half an hour earlier. Vexen was, of
course, pissed beyond reason because of Demyx’s little escapade and running
away over the weekend. “Well, I say! More power to the boy!” Luxord said out
loud, ignoring the weird look lady behind the front desk gave him.
“May I help you, Sir?”
Luxord became aware of her
presence, and of the fact that he was now in the attendance office of his son’s
high school. “You might be able to,” he said smoothly. “’M
here to pick up my Demsy-kins.”
The woman adjusted her
glasses. “Excuse me?”
“You’re excused.”
“Sir, if you want to check
out your son, you are going to need to provide proper identification and give
me the name of your child.”
“Fine, fine,” Luxord
replied, pulling out his ID from his wallet. “No need to get cross.”
“Okay, Mr. Luve….you’re here to check out…?”
“Demyx.”
The woman typed on the
computer. “Luve, Demyx? He’s in French now…” She
leaned across her desk, to the intercom.
“Might I ask a favor? Don’t
call. It’s a surprise.” The woman nodded in response. After studying a map,
Luxord skipped down the hallway, singing to himself. “High school boys, high
school boys, all for me, high school boys.”
He stopped in front of a
door that had the word ‘French’ plastered across it. “This might be it,” Luxord
said. He opened the door. Immediately, he saw Xigbar and…was that? No, it
wasn’t. He closed the door again, and then opened it. The blond that was with
Xigbar was gone.
“Hello Lux,”
Xigbar said smoothly.
“Was that Dem?”
“No.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Oh god, oh god, what was he
doing here? Because of Dad’s double take, I was able to scramble away from
Xigbar and back to my seat. I had just finished readjusting my clothes when Dad
walked in again.
And man, I loved Xigbar at
that moment. Well, I mean, not love-love, but he was like, amazing and stuff.
And Dad would never have to know that that was me he saw…
“Yes it was,” one of the girls
chimed after Xigbar had said it wasn’t me. Damn her, DAMN HER!
“Shut up!” I bellowed,
standing. I walked to the front of the classroom slowly. “What are…you doing
here, Dad?”
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