Teenage Dirtbag+Pt. 1

  Her name is Noelle,
I have a dream about her,
She rings my bell,
I've got gym class in half an hour,
Oh how she rocks,
In Keds and tube socks,
But she doesn't know who I am...
And she doesn't give a damn about me...

"Hey Axel, wake up!!  C'mooooon, we're going to be late for school!"

Axel felt another poke in his side and he rolled over, trying to ignore the pleas of his best friend--who was currently poking him continuously in the ribcage.

Axel rolled again, pulling the pillow over his head with disdain.  "Come back at a more decent hour.  I'm trying to sleep."

"I already let you sleep three extra hours!  You're going to be late!!"

"I don't care..."

"WE'RE going to be late!!!"

Axel finally pushed the pillow off his head and opened a bright green eye lazily.  He turned it slowly over towards his friend, who was already dressed and ready for school.  His blonde hair was in that perfect slightly-spiked style that it was almost always in, his bright blue eyes seemed ready for the day.  He was wearing the school uniform today--casual was reserved for Fridays and Mondays--but he had given it his own flair.  The tie was black and white checkered, the suit jacket was buttoned only half way, and his shoes were still black and white skater shoes with checkered laces.

"So you said we're almost late, Roxas?  Way to give me enough time to get ready."

Roxas just smiled and sat on the edge of Axel's bed.  "Sorry.  I figured I should let you sleep in, you had a rough night."

Axel let out an annoyed noise, remembering the suck that was last night.  He just propped himself up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up, walking groggily to the closet.  "How long we got?"

Roxas stole a glance at the clock and shrugged.  "About ten minutes."

Axel nodded.  "Eh...I can take a five minute shower..."

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"Still here in enough time to sit and lounge for a while!  Perfect timing."  Axel said, swinging his feet up onto the desk in front of himself, his hands drifting behind his head.

Roxas sighed.  "The teacher'll kill you if she sees you doing that."

"She's gotta be used to it by now."

Roxas shrugged, going to open his mouth but the teacher had just walked in.  She smiled at everyone, her hair pulled back in a tight bun.  "Hello, everyone.  As you all know I don't tolerate rowdiness, even if you did just have a quite spectacular three-day-weekend.  Before we get to the first items of business for the day, I need to tell you all that a student just switched into our class because he needed to change his schedule around.  I know that this Teenage Education class can be a very tight-nit bunch but I do hope you can all welcome him with open arms and most of you probably know him anyway."

Axel closed his eyes.  "Boooooooriiiiiiing."  He said softly, tipping back a bit in the chair.

"You're going to fall."  Roxas whispered, but didn't press the issue any further than that.

"Now everyone, this is Demyx O'Donohue, you all probably know him from around school he's been going here for a few months now.  He finally got his schedule worked out, though, and he'll be in here for the rest of the year with all of you if he doesn't switch out.  Which, personally, I wouldn't blame him..."

Axel opened his eyes at the name.  Demyx was in this class?  His feet slipped off of the desk quickly and, before Roxas could even say 'I told you so', he fell over.

"Mr. Flynn, are you quite alright?"

"Fucking chair.....!!!"

Roxas shook his head and held a hand down to Axel.  "Get up."

Axel--having already wounded his own pride for the day in front of one of the prettiest boys in school--pushed himself up while disregarding his best friend's hand, and placed himself back on the chair.

"I'm fine, Mrs.  Xellast."  He said, softly, while rubbing his head.

"Kindly spare yourself the trouble next time and don't lean back in your chair."

"Maybe the chair could spot me a bit of luck and grow some extra legs for when I want to lean back."

A layer of giggles broke out across the female population of the room.  Axel was sexy and very well liked, so it was more laughing with him than at him.

He just smiled and nodded, gaining back some pride.  He caught Roxas shaking his head out of the corner of his eye, and that just drew his smile even wider.  Roxas was fine with Axel's goofing-off as long as no one was getting hurt, but the second bodily harm came into the question, he was out.

The teacher told Demyx to take a seat in the front of the class in between Marluxia and Namine, who seemed unusually pleased to not have to sit directly next to Marluxia any more.

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The situation:  Axel had been little-boy crushing on Demyx since the moment he laid eyes upon him.

The problem:  They were two different breeds.  Axel was a part of the designated 'bad-boy-skater-punk' clique and Demyx was clearly defined as a prep-ular-tiful (a mutant combination of the prepy, popular, and beautiful.)

Axel had always noticed that Dem didn't quite fit in there, but had been dragged there through association with certain people and had just remained to stay in a group--any group.  If Demyx left, there would be no one else to take him in.  And in this school, that was very bad.

You had to have a clique.  You had to have a 'family'.  Otherwise, bad things could happen to.  And for new kids, sadly, it was just whoever would take them first or whoever could break them first.  That was the rule.  First come, first serve.

And once you're in your clique, there's no turning back.  You MUST date someone in either your clique or an associated clique.  You MUST continue to fit the standard.  You CANNOT talk to anyone outside of that little clique world.

There were a few general cliques:

First, the Prep-ular-tiful's, which was headed mostly by Marluxia and a few little blonde-bimbo types.

Then there was the Bad Boy or Skater group, which had been run by Axel since the former 'leader' had graduated High School.

There were your emo book-loving types, which was in the control of Zexion--resident bookworm but also one of the most wonderful looking guys in the entire school.

Then you had your generals:  Your jocks, your geeks, your SERIOUSLY fucked up kids, etcetera.  But generally speaking, they all fell under the sanction of one of the major three.

In short, the whole school seemed to be a bunch of mob families that were always at war.

And in a way they were.

Axel leaned back in his chair again, trying not to fall over, and he tapped his pencil lightly against the desk.

"Earth to Axel?  Did that fall knock your brains out or something?"

Axel blinked and almost fell, but caught himself and smiled at Roxas, who was about two inches from his face.

How he didn't notice that one earlier, he wasn't sure.

"Nah, I'm just not a fan of Teenage Education is all."

"Aw, but we're learning about expressing your feelings today!"  Roxas said sarcastically, sitting back in his own chair, away from Axel's face.

Axel snickered.  "Oh yeah, just wait 'till next week, It'll be so exciting learning about where babies come from."

"The stork."  Roxas jested, rolling his pencil across the desk with slight indifference.

"No, no, Rox, much more fun than that!  I could show you if you wa--"

Roxas coughed and smiled, looking up at Axel with a laugh.  "I don't think you can show another boy how to have babies, Axe."

"You can come damn clo--"

Roxas flicked him on the hand and smiled.  "Bad Axel.  What have I said about you and me?"

"We're not dating any more which means I should flirt with you aaaaaall the time?"

Roxas rolled his eyes.  "Reverse that last part.  We agreed to take a break....remember?  I do believe you are the king of memorization."

Axel snickered.  "Aw, but it's so hard to remember something that emotionally distressing!"  He said over dramatically, placing a hand on his forehead and leaning backwards.  "I'm going to express my feelings now!"

Roxas shook his head, and grabbed his pencil, throwing it at Axel.  "Sure you don't belong in drama class right now?"

Axel smiled and regained a normal pose.  "Yeah, I'm positive."