The New Girl In Town
A/N:
Be gentle on this one, guys. Not only is this my first time really writing a fanfic as not-Axel, BUT it's also my first time ever writing anything in first person. I'm not usually a big fan of it, but when I started writing this it was just how it came out and I didn't want to force it otherwise.
I WARN YOU NOW, INCASE YOU CANNOT READ PROPERLY:
THIS IS NOT RIKU/KAIRI.
THIS IS YAOI.
THAT MEANS BOY ON BOY ACTION.
Also, just to make a few of you sad, this is not Riku/Sora either. Fuck your main-stream pairing.
and she's got a way of makin'a boy act like a clown
whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
we don't know what to do
'bout the new girl in town
the new girl in town
seems to dance on air
the new girl in town
she's got the coolest hair
People always said that high school doesn't matter. That it's only four years out of your life, three in some places, and the person that you are in high school does not define you outside of high school. That popular preppy bitch who always got her way all the way through school won't survive in the real world, and that nerdy kid who no one likes will end up owning a multi-million dollar corporation that most of his classmates will work for. Everyone who was a someone in high school will be end up being a no one after graduation.
And while I'm sure most of that's true, I can't say that I personally agree. Maybe that's because I'm still in high school, and maybe it's because I've spent the last seven years of my educational career being the top fucking dog. But if that one ultra gorgeous popular girl can twist the rest of the school around her finger for four years, I don't see why she couldn't keep doing it after those four years.
While I may not be female, I think it's safe to say that I'm ultra gorgeous and popular, and I have no intention of becoming a nobody.
Remaining popular and adored however, is looking a little more grim ever since Kairi Segur moved to Twilight Town.
Hey look out for that moving van
driving down our streets
you better lock up your man
before he meets-
the new girl in town
who just came on the scene
the new girl in town
can't be more than sixteen...
12:32 pm.
Destiny High cafeteria.
Why is lunch food so disgusting? Since the dawn of time or maybe just elementary school it's been the same vaguely discolored lumps of what we're told is calzone or meatloaf. It hasn't changed yet, which strikes me as a bit ridiculous. If the school can afford to put in those 'smart boards' instead of dry erase marker boards, why the hell can't they afford to feed us something that's actually edible?
It hasn't changed since elementary school, when the wonder and innocence of starting school was destroyed at lunch time. No, I stopped actually eating lunch at lunch-time. The hot food was questionable and bringing anything from home was not only incredibly un-fucking cool, but usually just as disgusting by the time lunch actually rolled around.
So I didn't eat. And since I didn't eat, not eating when you had a period dedicated to eating became the cool thing to do. The table I sat at during lunch – you know the one, with all those pretty popular people that you and anyone else wouldn't dare to approach on their own – was filled with my friends, the most of which didn't eat.
Except, of course, for Sora.
At the moment I was sitting across from my best friend, watching with disbelief (though my expression remained apathetic – there was nothing cooler than apathy) as he shoveled questionable cafeteria food into his mouth.
"So," I started, tone a bored drawl. "Do you need to put weight on for a match this desperately, or do you just like living on the edge?"
Sora looked up in confusion, a fork full of what was supposed to pass as mash potatoes lingering too close to his already stuffed mouth. "Whu?" A bit of broccoli escaped through his lips in the process. I tried not to look as disgusted as I felt.
After a few seconds he swallowed and lowered his fork, glancing over his tray of 'food'. "It's not that bad, Riku," He began, frowning. "Just because it's not any of that health food stuff that your mom always buys doesn't mean it's horrible."
"Hey, I'm not a snob. This," I waved a pale hand at Sora's tray. "Is not food. – I mean, what is that even supposed to be?" I jutted a finger at a mass of green in the left corner of the tray. Sora looked at it and did not respond.
"Exactly my point," I concluded, smirking. Sora heaved a heavy, unnecessarily dramatic sigh and pushed his plate of food away from him, defeated. "Snob," He muttered under his breath. I chose to ignore him, looking up instead when a tan boy with striking blonde hair dropped into a chair beside me.
"Hey, you seen the new girl yet?" Tidus asked, grinning and leaning back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table. Of course, the new kid. High school law deemed that new kids were always the topic of conversation, at least for a few weeks. If said new kids were lucky and they got pulled into my clique, then they wouldn't have to suffer the uneasy transition of moving to a new town and starting up school with no friends for very long.
But I'd seen this one too many times before, and new kids were no longer interesting. I leaned forward, propping my elbows up against the table and tried not to look too bored at the sudden topic of conversation. Sora, on the other hand, had full attention on Tidus.
Taking our silence to be a big fat 'NO', Tidus went on. "Yeah, Wakka said he has English with her. Says she's pretty hot, though I haven't seen her myself."
Sora's face dipped into a bit of a frown and he glanced to me. I knew that the change in expression was because Tidus was heavily involved with that girl Yuna. Via uncaring shrug, I said, Not our problem. Sora's frown deepened but he returned his gaze to Tidus.
"He said her name's like, Kairi....something. I dunno. Short little red-head, though," Tidus continued, leaning his chair back so it was supported on just it's back two legs. "So if you guys see her, lemme know."
"Kairi?" Sora repeated, looking curious again. He leaned back in his own chair and cast his baby blue eyes around the cafeteria, probably trying to spot the mysterious red-head.
I began to rip strips of paper out of the edge of Sora's notebook that was lying between us, feeling bored again. "Why should we let you know? She isn't going to fuck you." I paused, contemplating it. "Unless she's really desperate for popularity."
Tidus flashed a cheeky grin. "They all are, my man."
Across from me, Sora had gone beet red. I cracked a bit of a grin and turned away, leaning sideways in my chair to look over the student body scattered about the cafeteria.
Typical high school lunch room. We looked like a school out of a cheesy teenage movie, except all of the kids here were all actually teenagers and not just 20 year old actors who passed off for sixteen. Our cliques were so obvious that it was a little sad, with everyone broken up into their own little social circle tables.
First there was my table – the popular kids. There was Sora, Tidus and me. Further down the table were the cheerleaders, who all looked the same and were therefore nameless to me, aside from the head cheerleader, Yuna, and her cousin, Rikku, who didn't seem like she was cheer material in the first place. The third cheerleader who's name I actually knew, Paine, didn't sit with us because she couldn't give a shit. She got roped into cheering by her two school-spirited friends. They were chatting away with a handful of the stereotypical jocks – Wakka, Seifer, Rai, Zell, and a few others who's names I could never really remember.
Our table also attracted just the plain popular, rich girls, like Tifa, Selphie, and occasionally Fuu – who wasn't really very popular but was allowed because she was practically attached to Seifer's hip. There was also Zack, who's position around the table changed daily. Today he was lounging back by the Gullwings, keeping up with Rikku's train of thought and occasionally sneaking glances to the 'misfit' table all the way on the other end of the cafeteria.
Our table was in the very middle of the lunchroom, probably so everyone who wasn't as cool as us could sit and bask in our glory. Or something like that.
After the jocks, the cheerleaders, and the popular kids, there was Sora's twin brother's group of friends. Roxas, Olette (who occasionally drifted over to hang out with Selphie), Hayner and some fat Asian kid. There was also Namine, who's name I only knew because I sat beside her in History, but she was just as often found sitting with the art kids as 'The Usual Gang' or whatever the fuck it was they called themselves.
Then there was the artsy kids, who excelled in generally everything from painting and drawing, to sculpting and acting. Their group was a decent size, but I only knew a few of them by name, which was fine because interacting with the art kids was always something regrettable anyways. The one thing I did know from this experience was that the majority of the artsy kids were hopelessly in love with the main art teacher, Mr. Valentine.
There was Namine, some senior brunette who's name I think was Aeris, and a junior named Penelope or Penelo. She was usually seen with Vaan, who was too social to handle sticking to just one clique.
Past the the artsy kids was a smaller, round table that held only a handful of students. They usually had books and papers spread out all over their table, and sometimes opted for doing homework rather than actually eating. They were the kids who got straight A's and were otherwise known as teacher's pets. A few of them were alright, and probably could have even jumped into popularity if they didn't care about their grades so much. Here there was the dark skinned senior, Baralai, who was also class president, along with Quistis, also a senior and very possibly his vice president if they even did that in school elections. That just goes to show how much I pay attention to that type of stuff. Olette, her fat friend, and the blond with the pig-tails – Penelo, were occasionally found sitting here as well, and would probably over-take the table once they became seniors and felt the need to cram for SATs.
Then there was a small group of kids who's names I didn't know. They were three guys, brothers, I think, since they all shared the same silver hair and affection for wearing strictly black. They hung out by themselves, not even really accepted by the group of misfits who sat one table over. I'd had a conversation with one of them before, the bigger of the three, and he didn't seem like he was entirely all there. Kept bringing up the subject of his mother.
The stoners, or the burnouts, didn't really have a table. They varied from sitting out in the hallway outside of the cafeteria, to crashing at other tables, and to sitting by and on the window-sills of the cafeteria. There was Gippal, a very out-of-the-box thinking senior that Rikku had known pretty much all her life and seemed to be in love with. Judging by Gippal's lack of care, he was probably unaware of this and most likely didn't care.
Along with Gippal there was Irvine, a sophomore that I didn't know much about, and two juniors – Baralai and Fran, who were also more or less inseparable. The stoners were alright for the most part, since most of them didn't start shit, but they tended to fall more towards the apathetic viewpoints of the misfits when it came to school.
Last of all there was the misfits, or the rebels, or the punk kids. Whatever you wanted to label them as, they fit the description. They were anti-school, anti-education. Most of them didn't go to half of their classes anyway. They could be found smoking on school grounds if you knew where to look for them, or occasionally sitting in on other classes that were obviously not their own. Any sort of graffiti or damage done to the school was usually because of them. They talked shit straight to teacher's faces, and rumor had it that one of them had even shown up to school drunk before.
Most of them had some sort of facial piercing or tattoo that they'd somehow managed to bend the law to get, and they all appeared as if they really didn't care what they looked like. They hung out with the artsy kids and the stoners, and tolerated every other group aside from mine.
I knew most of their names simply from all the times they had started shit with us, or one of the jocks had started shit with them. There was Paine, the unenthusiastic cheerleader, and her close friend Lulu, both of them juniors. Then there was Leon, a quiet senior who terrified the entire freshman population. Balthier and Fran could often be seen hanging out with them most of time, which wasn't too surprising. Last of all, there was Cloud, a blond junior who was mute as far as I was concerned.
And that was about it. I don't count the tables of anxious freshmen as anything, since they all herd together in the hallways and seem too terrified to define themselves by fashion or actions, or any of the younger kids who're either trying desperately to be cool and popular, or actually ARE cool and popular with their classmates.
"Riku? RIKU? Earth to Riiiiiku?"
I jumped a little, making my seat squeak, and looked back to my own table in front of me. The first thing that I saw was Sora's face, waaaay too close and all up in my personal space bubble. I wrinkled my nose up and pushed his tan face away.
"What?" I snapped, irritated.
Sora reclined back into his chair, crossing his arms behind his head and gave did that innocent shrug thing that he'd been perfecting since we were eight. "Just wanted to make sure you were still here, that's all."
I lifted a hand to brush my silvery bangs out of my face, frowning up at them. "As opposed to where?"
"Dunno. Over there, somewhere," He replied, nodding towards the vast cafeteria. "Were you staring at Lulu? Y'know, I heard she's a lesbian or something."
I snorted and looked where Sora was looking, at the table on the far end of the room, where Lulu could be seen talking quietly with Paine. "That's not a surprise," I said, turning back to Sora and propping my elbows up on our table again.
Beside me, Tidus sighed heavily. Looking over, I could see that his eyes were still focused on that far table, probably on Lulu and her low-cut shirt. "What a fucking shame that is. How come we lose all the hot ones to the fucking fags?"
"I dunno if she is," Sora piped up, also looking at Lulu again. I did my best not to sigh and rub my face. This was not a subject I gave a shit about, and the fact that it was dragging on was just annoying now. "I mean, don't gay girls dress like dudes and stuff?"
Suddenly Rikku, who had either finished her conversation with Zack or was just jumping to a new one, leaned over, pressing her hand down on the table. All three of us looked up at her curiously. "That's a dyke," She explained lowly, swirled green eyes flicking to Lulu. "Lulu is a lipstick lesbian. One gay girl takes the role of the man, and the other the role of the woman, y'know?"
"What about a lipstick lesbian with a lipstick lesbian?" Tidus asked, frowning. Rikku shook her head and he scowled. "Well that's gay. No one wants to see a girl who looks like a dude making out with a girl."
Rikku rolled her eyes. "They aren't making out for YOU, Tidus," She replied sharply and leaned back to talk to Yuna, in that quiet giggly way that girls tended to do.
"Gay," Tidus repeated, leaning back and crossing his arms across his chest, looking sullen.
"Yep," Sora agreed, picking up his fork and beginning to stab at random bits of food on his tray.
"What?"
Sora looked up, confused. "Well she is." Tidus stared blankly. "Gay," Sora emphasised, pointing his fork towards Lulu. Tidus continued to look confused.
"You guys are both morons," I said shortly and moved to my feet, pushing my chair back so it scraped against the tiling. Both of them looked up, and before any of us had a chance to speak, the bell went off. Lunch was over.
Sora and I had both managed to take a few steps away from the lunch table, heading to our gym class, when Tidus cupped his hands around his mouth and called after us, "Look out for the new girl!"
My first two periods were relatively uneventful, and I didn't run into Kairi until my last class of the day, which was Civics with the slightly deranged Mr. Sephiroth Crescent. He was generally a quiet teacher, but would occasionally get bouts where nothing he said made sense or applied to what he had been previously talking about. He also had some small anger management issues, but I had long since learned not to be a smart ass in his class. As long as he wasn't riled up he taught just fine.
We were twenty minutes into our lesson when the class room door opened, and a short red-haired girl slipped into the classroom. She was dressed in mostly Hollister wear, with tight, ripped up skinny jeans, a blue sweater with a black Abercrombie vest on overtop, and a pair of those Uggs boots on. She had a big tote bag thrown over one shoulder and had a few of her books clutched to her chest.
When she stepped in, Mr. Crescent stopped scribbling on the board and looked at her with a blank expression. "Yes?" He said after a moment when the girl didn't say anything.
"Oh, uhm, I'm new," She replied shyly, stepping up to him and pulling out a piece of paper, her class list no doubt. "Am I in the right place?" She asked, handing him the paper.
The teacher looked it over briefly before nodding and handing it back He pointed towards a desk directly beside me, which was only empty because Tidus was skipping, and the girl quickly made her way over, depositing her books on it.
"Class, we have a new student," Mr. Crescent started, sounding a bit bored, and turned back to his writing as he spoke. "Please welcome Kairi Segur, who just moved from Traverse Town on the other side of the state. – Now, back to what I was saying..."
"Hi."
I looked up with mute surprise from the pointless doodles that I had been drawing along the margin line of my notebook. Slumped back in my chair, I glanced to Kairi beside me, who was offering me a friendly smile. Seeing that she had gotten my attention, she extended her hand to shake.
"I'm Kairi," She said.
"Riku," I replied, taking her hand and shaking it a little despite the fact that shaking hands was just weird. It was something that adults did when they met new people, not something that teenagers should do.
With that finished, we took our separate hands back. I picked up my pen and began to draw in the margin lines again.
"I'm new," Kairi said.
I looked at her blankly, trying to gauge how stupid she was. But judging by her expression, she was just trying to be witty. I cracked a bit of a grin. "I'm not," I returned.
Kairi giggled and looked to her own desk, pulling out her own note-book so she could start taking down what the teacher had already written onto the board.
I watched with vague interest, taking in her pale skin, with her soft curving wrists that peeked out from the edges of her sleeves, to her red hair that fell just short of the middle of her back. She was pretty.
And little did I know, but this was the beginning of the end of my life.
you'd better tell the homecoming queen
to hold onto her crown
whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
or she's gonna lose it to
the new girl in town
A/N:
No next chapter for this one until I get ten comments.
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