A/N:

Hello! Rikka here. I've returned with a new story. After finishing My Neighborhood Vampire, (if you haven't read it. Check it out if you want.) I came up with this idea after an R.P a friend and I had. Only with a few changes. I'll be sure to update the chapters whenever I can, because I get caught up in this messy thing called life lol XD. (I hope this story is alright. I wanted to create something different.) Well enough of me blabbing. I present to you: Tortures of the Heart. Enjoy!

Contains: AkuRoku, some violence, very crude humor, swearing and jelly doughnuts! You have been warned! XD

Chapter 01:

A Tutor

Monday: November 11th, 2013

There's a loud noise going off in my room, it's my alarm. I creep my arm out from under the blankets and smack the alarm clock. I was hoping to hit the snooze button... I failed, because it was still making an obnoxious beeping noise. I sit up and smack my hand down on the off button. I didn't want to get up, I just wanted to sleep. I didn't want to deal with my classmates today. I lay back in the bed, as I close my eyes a voice rang out. "Axel Lea Rosé! Get up now, or you'll be late for school. And would it kill you to clean your room? You're such a pig." It's my adoptive mother Helen Sinclair. She adopted me when I was about twelve. Unaware that I was a troublesome child with a curse placed upon him. Which is scientifically known as telekinesis. Some say it's a gift, it isn't. Especially if it unintentionally hurts someone.

Helen or Mom is a petite woman in her mid-forties, with dark red hair which is pulled into a bun. She's wearing a white uniform, (Mom is a Nurse at the local hospital.) She also has an older son named Reno, whom I used to believe was an actual blood relation to me. We look so much alike. Thank the gods we weren't, he's an idiot, and an annoying one at that. There are days I'd use my power to make his games on the X-box 360 shut off when he'd get on my nerves. He never suspects a thing. It's hilarious! However, we do get along as brothers should.

I refused to move, it was then she rips the blanket away. I wasn't happy, I sit up quickly, rub my eyes then I glare at my mother.. "Really now?!" I said in a groggy voice. Her hands on her hips.

"Yes really! Get your ass up and out of bed." She wasn't a bad mother. In fact she is wonderful. It's her husband Rodrick that is the bad parent. I can't stand him, he's a complete jerk. I'll never see him as a Dad. I call him by his first name, just to piss him off. I've debated whether or not to use my power on him. As of yet, I've decided not to. I didn't want to get sent back to that crummy orphanage. It would be my fourth time back. The lady that pinned me off wouldn't be too happy.

"Fine, but can I have some privacy? Kinda need to get dressed." I gave her some attitude. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"You brat. You'd better not fall back asleep. Or I'll come back up here and whoop you" Oh I'm so scared... She pokes my cheek. I wince and continue to glare at her. She sticks her tongue out at me then leaves my room. Closing the door behind her. Mom can be so childish sometimes. I had half a mind to just lay back down, I didn't, I get out of bed and go over to my dresser's mirror. I looked like Hell slapped me in the face. My red hair is matted, as per usual in the morning. I have no make-up on and I have none of my piercings in. (I have five. One in each ear, my left eyebrow, two in my lip) It was like I wasn't even me when I woke up.

I look down at my top left drawer and use my power to open it. I have one shirt clean, one I don't like to wear, because I don't like the band on it. 'Falling In Reverse.' It was a gift from Mom for my seventeenth birthday. (Which was in the beginning of September.) She thought I liked them, seeing as I'm mostly into Rock and Metal music. I sigh and just throw on the shirt along with a pair of black jeans. I put in my piercings, fixed my hair up in its usual spiked form. I didn't feel like doing my eyeliner by hand, so once again I use my telekinetic power to apply it. The liner made my green eyes look better. I was happy with how I looked, and stuff my books into my (rather large) black backpack.

I head into the living room and grab my heavy boots. Rodrick was sitting at the kitchen table just staring at me. Giving me the look of disgust, I roll my eyes and put my boots on, then grab my keys off the wall hook. "Why do you act and dress like one of them fags?" Another thing, he seems to think I'm full on gay. Which I am not, call me what you will, but gender doesn't apply to me. Rodrick's just a dick.

"Just to piss you off old man." I snapped back at him. I hear him get up from the chair, and before I knew it, Rodrick was standing in front of me. He's shorter than me by a few inches, his hair was graying and always wears business suits. (He works at a Ford dealership downtown.) I wasn't the least bit intimidated by him.

"Don't talk to me like that, you qu-" He was interrupted when Mom smacks his arm. He shoots her a glare. She glares back. "Helen, how and why do you let him dress like this?" Rodrick sneers.

"He's a teenager, and has the right to express himself." Mom always stands up for me. She's the one person I can really count on. That is until she finds out I'm a freak of nature.

"Just look at him! Piercings, spiked hair, all black clothing. He's even wearing make-up for heaven sake.." Rodrick goes on an on about what I was wearing, and how Mom let me get away with it. Just another typical morning. I start twirling my keys out of boredom. Then he turns back around. His eyes observe me, and he sighs, he is irritated. "Is that polish on your nails?!" I just couldn't help but smile. Mom takes a look at me and laughs. "What is so funny?" Rodrick asked, looking confused.

"Oh quit being such a prude will you? As long as he's not into heavy drinking, doing drugs, partying, or sleeping around. I don't care what he wears." You're a bit off on the last one there Mom. I'm not a very social person, but who's going to pass up a sexual encounter with an attractive person or two? Not me. I didn't care for drugs though, they're a waste of money. Alcohol tastes horrible, and I don't do well at parties, not that I get invited to them anymore. Most of the people at my school hate me. I'm kind of the Carrie White of my High School. Devil mind powers included.

Rodrick's hands ball up into fists and he looked defeated. Mom pushes me out towards my vehicle in the driveway. A black Ford truck with a cross dangling off the rear view mirror. The cross is my good luck charm. Had it since I was a little kid. "Hurry now, or you'll be late. Bring me home another perfect score to hang up. Love you." Did I mention I'm just as smart as I am sexy? No? Well I just did. She kisses my cheek, causing me to blush. I then get in my truck and drive to school Winston High. On the way there I pick up a couple of jelly doughnuts and a coffee from a little place called Sweet Hearts Bakery. I've gone there just about every morning since I got my license.

I park in a lot next to the school so that I didn't have to pay for a parking pass. Before entering Hell's High School. I light up a cigarette. Yeah I smoke, it keeps me from reeking havoc on those who really deserve it. Like Setzer for example. He's your typical Class A jackass. Thinks because he's the senior class president he can do as he pleases. Then there's Seifer, the quarterback for the school's football team. He is also a jackass and is the biggest bully I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. I knocked out a few of his teeth last year for pissing me off. That poor chair I threw, it had my pity.

I lock my truck up and put my cigarette out. I pick my backpack up from the hood of the truck and head inside. As I come in through the glass doors, no one paid any mind to me. Not that they would anyway. As I approach my locker, some cheerleader with bleach blonde hair is standing right in front of it. Her name is Naminé, she is what most would call a spoiled princess. What with her perfect hair, french tipped nails and expensive looking high heels. I sigh loudly. "Ahem?" She still just stands there jacking her jaws with a brunette named Ollette. Who is the captain of the cheer squad. "Excuse me, I need to get to my locker." Her and Omelet (that's what her name reminds me of) just stared at me. "Did I stutter? Move please?" I'm a little annoyed by this point.

"Rude much? Come on Ollette before we end up with chairs in our faces." Naminé had a snarky voice and an attitude to match. Yes, because saying excuse me and please means I'm being rude. Naminé logic at its finest. Her and Ollete leave and I manage to get to my locker. I make sure no one is watching and I focus my mind on the combination lock. Ha-za! I get it open on the first try today. I unpack what I didn't need and pull out what I did. Which would be my A.P English stuff and a novel to read. I stuff my backpack in the locker, shut it, then head off to class. I had no friends to chat with or a significant other to flirt with.

I sit in the back corner by the window. I'm forced to sit there (in four of my classes) because of my enormous height and wild hair. However, I didn't mind sitting in the back, it's easier to avoid people. Yet I'd get called out by most of the teachers here, who I'd end up humiliating, because they thought I was an idiot. As for Gym period, I hate more than anything, well because I'm a lazy fuck. I'd rather sleep or read.

I open my current library book and start to read. The teacher of this class just keeps eying me. As if he's never seen a teenager reading a book. Not surprising seeing as most people these days would rather play on their phones and i-Pods. Mr. Gardens is a quirky kind of guy with pink hair, and he always made this class bearable with his humor. He and I actually get along. I give him a smile and I swear he about had a heart attack. It's apparently rare that I smile around here. Which is true, unless someone I don't like gets a case of bad luck. Which is a good percent of the school's population.

"Well good morning Axel. What'cha reading?" Mr. Gardens asked. I bookmark my page and show him. It's a copy of Stephen King's Carrie. Go figure. It's one of my favorites and Stephen King is a bad-ass. "You sure like that one. Didn't you read it already?"

"Yes I have. It's a personal favorite of mine. It somewhat relates to me," I tell him. I reopened the book and started reading more of it.

"Why do you think that?" Well for starters, I'm a social outcast, who is hated by most, oh and the telekinesis I happen to have. Thank God though, that my Mom isn't too crazy about religion. I look up and happen to knock down one of Mr. Gardens's 'inspirational' posters. It lands right on his desk. I chuckle. "Really? I just put that damned thing up." He sounded aggravated. "Freaking tape isn't worth anything." He picks up the poster off his desk and puts it back on the wall. "Now stay." He instructed to the poster. Not long after that, bodies fill the classroom. Ten minutes pass then the bell rings and class begins.

Lunch period had come, I sit alone and eat quickly. After that, I start some of my A.P Calculus homework. Occasionally I'd look up and watch as people mingled with friends. I'm a tad envious. All my friends are a bit older, have graduated and gone to college. (Except maybe Demyx... It puzzles me how he even graduated in the first place. All he did was goof off.) I haven't spoken to them in months sadly. I think they've forgotten about me.

About half way through lunch, I finish my assignment and start to read.. However, just as I'm really getting into Carrie, I look up to see a blonde kid with bed head hair approach the table. He's short, and very good looking. His name is Roxas Snow. A well know kid, he plays for the school's soccer team The Winston Badgers. He's a pretty good player too from what I've heard. Roxas wears a friendly smile, and raises his hand up. "Hey, you're Axel Rosé right?" He actually pronounced my last name correctly. Not many people even try to. He is all cheerful sounding.

I return my attention back to the book., trying to ignore him and turn to the next page. Yet I wondered why he was even trying to talk to me. Most people just don't bother. There's no way he's here of his own free will. Someone probably dared him to talk to me. Maybe if I keep ignoring him he'll go away. I continue to be quiet, but he's still standing there. I decide to answer, but not bothering to look at him. "Yes, can I help you?"

"Wow... Uh. didn't think you'd answer me..." He sounded surprised.

I sigh, "what do you want? I'm busy." I turn to the next page and kept on reading. Maybe he'll see it as a sign that I've immediately lost interest. But no he's still standing there.

"Just to talk...Maybe be friends?" That's when I look up. I put my book down, and grin. Now I really want to know who put him up to this. Probably Hayner. That kid's always trying to screw with me. Pence too.

I just laugh. "Really now? Who put you up to this? Was it Hayner? Pence?" I start looking around the cafeteria.

"No one. I swear." I found that very hard to believe. I roll my eyes and try to think of something I could say to get him to leave. "You don't believe me do you?" He said with a half-hearted smile.

"Not in the slightest." I answered honestly. "Now could you please leave?"

"I'm not lying. I do want to talk to you." Roxas sounded so sincere. I see at his usual table, all if his stupid friends, who are all laughing while looking over at my table. I look at Hayner's tray and make it fall into his lap. He looks a bit pissed since the group is now laughing at him.

"You do know I'm a monster right?" I give him a sarcastic smile. "They say that anyone who gets too close to me ends up getting hurt. Just ask Seifer." I explained to him, but Roxas just laughs I raise an eyebrow."The fuck is so funny?" I became more irritated.

"You. You're funny," There's a short pause. "Say what you want. You don't scare me."An arrogant smirk runs across his lips. Which pisses me off. The urge to use the full extent of my power in order to make him fly backwards comes to mind. However, I hold the urge back. I don't want to seriously injure Roxas.

"Just get away from me pretty boy. You're starting to get on my nerves." I snapped at him. My words had some bite to them.

"Jeez someone has issues. All I said was hello and you look like you want to strangle me." He teased, I about climb over the table to shove him away. But I decide to do something else instead. I look at the pencil sitting on the table, used my power and throw the pencil at Roxas. I know how to control it better than I used to from when I was a child. Sadly though, when I lost my temper or got really scared, the control slipped and all hell would brake loose.

Roxas just stands there in shock. Seems he didn't notice the pencil fly.. Good, that was stupid to try as a scare tactic! Not surprising, I'm used to being looked at that way. I glare at him."Will you go away now?" Next I'm thinking of throwing one of my books at him. That may send a better 'get the hell away from me' message.

"Why are you so mean?" For the love of...! I sigh and slam my head on the table. Realizing Roxas isn't going to leave me alone. I raise my head up and watch as he picks up my pencil and sets it by my books. Next he sits in front of me. Up close he was even better looking, how his eyes sparkle, how he smiles. I have a little crush on him, but he's with a girl. Naminé Taylor to be exact, she's a girl I really can't stand. I've tried to banish these feelings for him for that reason. Yet the feelings still linger inside, which made me very upset. Truth be told I want him to be mine, sadly it'll never happen. Even if it could, I don't deserve someone like him. Which is why I want him to go away!

Roxas is one of the nicest people in school, and is social with everyone. To be honest.. I wish I could be like that. It's truly all I've ever wanted. To be normal. But nope, I was given this damned "gift" and it made me a freak of nature. And no one loves a monster.

"I just am alright. Why are you being nice to me? Your friends will never let you live this down. I'm the weirdo, all must avoid me." I spoke with little to no enthusiasm.

"Well I've seen you sit alone everyday since your friends left. I figured you may of wanted some company. As for my friends, I don't care what they say. I never judge a person based on their appearances." He had so much life in him. He sounded so peppy and happy.

"Oh I'm sure you don't Roxas. Now I'll tell you one more time, go away." I cross my arms and scowl at him. Trying to once again scare him away. Yet he's still sitting there. I reach for my least heaviest book and try to throw it at him, but he grabs my wrist. I'm surprised he actually has the guts to touch me. The book drops from my hand and it hits the table hard. Roxas stares at me intensely. His eyes remind me of blue sapphires. I feel my face heating up. People in the cafeteria stare as well. Some telling Roxas to fight me. I'd win because he was so small and skinny compared to me. I also know how to fight, when you're the only red haired kid growing up in an orphanage. You either take a lot of shit, or you fight back.

"That's enough." He lets go of my wrist and I pull my arm away. "I was trying to be nice to you and you throw things at me. I only wanted to be your friend" There was a hint of disappointment in his voice.

I roll my eyes, grab my books and pencils then stand up. "Just leave me alone. Would you?!" After that, I start walking off. I see his girlfriend walk up to him, she starts whispering to him. I didn't bother to over hear. I just leave the room and throw my textbooks in my locker. I keep out Carrie and grab the pack of cigarettes I got from a hot guy who flirts with me at the gas station. I need a smoke in order to ease my nerves. Didn't want the lockers going ape-shit if I lost control.

I head up to the roof for the next hour to smoke and read more of Carrie.

I'm now sitting in Study Hall finishing up some A.P Chemistry. I look up to see Mr. Gardens coming towards my desk. I find this to be strange, considering his classroom is on the other side if the building."Hey there Axel, the Principal wants to talk to you." Great, what did I get accused of doing this time? I close my textbook, leaving the work inside of it.

"What for? I haven't done anything." Oh yes our Principal. His name is Xemnas Sliverstien. He's hated me ever since I supposedly spray painted on his car last year. I didn't, Seifer and his friends did and blamed me for it. Yep. Just blame the Goth kid for when you want to get away with something. Jerks.

"Just come with me ok?" He was getting antsy.

"Fine, but I better not be getting blamed for something I didn't do." I shoot a glare at Seifer who is sitting in the middle of the class. He gives me an arrogant smirk, so I make his books and papers fall off his desk. He scrambles to get them. It's funny. I then grab my books and follow Mr. Gardens to Xemnas's office.

I enter the bland looking office and I'm not surprised when I see Roxas sitting in one of the chairs. "Axel, have a seat." Xemnas said as if saying my name were a chore. He has long silver hair, is tan, and always looks so dead serious. My old buddy Saix was one of his prized student, who ranked a bit higher than me. That was of course before he graduated and left me here. That blue haired son of a bitch... I sit down in the chair next to Roxas, who appears confused.

"What's this about? Pissed I threw that pencil at you? Did I hurt you that bad?" I look at Roxas, who just rolls his eyes. I lean back in the chair and wait to see what I'm in for this time.

"Actually smart-ass, you're going to be his tutor." Xemnas sounded serious, but when didn't he? "As much as I can't believe.. You have one of the top five highest scores here. Number three to be exact. Behind Setzer and Riku" Oh jeez Riku, ain't he a charmer. He's not as high and mighty as Setzer, but he does show off a lot, especially in Gym class. He's overly competitive, cocky and always has an excuse for everything.

"Then ask the other four. I'm not what you'd call... a good example." I snorted, and slide back into the chair. I really don't want to deal with him. Pin him off on someone else. My eyes wonder around the room, I spot and old clock. I just stare at it, wondering how long this would take.

Xemnas clears his throat, causing me to return my attention to him. "Can't, you're the only one available, unfortunately. Though if you do this Axel." He leaned forward onto his desk. "I'll be sure to give you an excellent recommendation to any college you want." I could have swore he was bluffing. Roxas doesn't seem too disappointed that I'm being offered to be his tutor. I'm now forced with a difficult choice.

I think about it for a moment. Let's see... If I do this... It'll be serious torture for my heart, but I'll get an excellent recommendation out of it... Or I save myself the heartache, and go about my daily life. Oh boy. I sigh, "how long will he need to be tutored?"

"Just until his scores improve. If they don't he'll be kicked off the soccer team. Even athletes need to maintain a good average." Xemnas looks at Roxas, who sinks into the chair. "So Axel, you up for it?" Xemnes asked, he starts to drum his fingers on the desk.

"I'll do it." Sorry heart you're going to have to suffer. Roxas turns his head, and looks really surprised. "What's that look for?"

"I didn't think you'd agree to this." Roxas said.

I give him a smirk, "Heh, it's only for the recommendation. When I'm done with you Roxas. You'll be getting amazing grades." I promised, because the quicker I help Roxas get better scores. The faster I can get rid of him, and get that recommendation. Just depends on whether or not he chooses to use my learning methods.

"Good to hear. Now away with you two. You're dismissed." Xemnas told us.. I'm the first to leave, I head over to my locker with Roxas following me.

I approach my locker and give him a weird look. "Any reason you're following me?" I asked him as I open said locker. I then start packing away my homework.

"Well I wanted to ask. Where are we going to do this tutor thing?" Roxas starts twiddling his thumbs.

"Anywhere but my house." I finish packing and shut my locker. I look up at the hallway clock and sigh. There was still a half hour till school let out. I began to head back to Study Hall. Roxas again follows me. It's kind of cute, he's like a lost puppy.

"How about my house then? After school?" Roxas suggested. I really don't want him coming to my house, and have him be accused of being 'one of my boyfriends.' It will make this whole thing awkward. Roxas walks beside me, I look at him. He's smiling, while awaiting my response. I really like that smile of his. No Axel, no don't you even! Let the torture begin!

"Sure, but I drove here. I could give you a lift if you want?" I stop outside the Study Hall classroom. Roxas pulls out his little blue i-Phone 5C and starts fiddling with it. Spoiled brat. I really feel poor now, because all I have is an out of date Blackberry. Maybe instead of buying doughnuts all the time. I should save up for a new phone... Nah.

"Alright..."After a minute or so, Roxas finishes fiddling with his phone. He looks up at me. "Sorry had to text my cousin Ventus that I'm getting a ride home. Where are you parked?" He sounded excited. I give him another weird look. I threw a pencil at him, gave him an attitude, even tried throwing a book at him. Yet he's still being nice to me? How odd.

"In the lot next to the school. It's the black Ford truck with a cross hanging in the window. See you there Blondie." And with that he waves to me and takes off down the hall. I just laugh at myself. "What have I gotten myself into?" I walk into the classroom, only to find Seifer sitting in what is MY assigned seat. He damn well knows that's my assigned seat too! I don't cry over it though. Instead I improvise, by making all of his books and papers fly around the room. Whenever I use my telekinesis, hardly anyone notices, they just think it's a ghost haunting the school. Good, because I don't need to be treated any different than I already am. An oucasted goth.

Seifer looks pissed, I however, am very amused."Guess the ghost hates you. Not that I blame him." I said as he scrambles to pick up his books and papers. While that happens I quickly acquire my seat. "Whoops." Which makes Seifer even angrier.

"You did this! I know you made them move again." Seifer accused. He's the only person here who claims that I can move shit with my mind. To his dismay, no one believes him, not even Xemnas. Which makes it more amusing for me.

I act all innocent. "Now how could I do that from ten feet away? Come on now even you're smart enough to know it's not possible." I said with a cocky attitude. Seifer always loves to blame me for everything that went wrong with himself. Or whenever he pulls something stupid, and wants to get away with it.

"I saw you do it! You're some kind of mind freak!" He slams his hands down on my desk. I don't even flinch. This beanie wearing muscle head didn't scare me in the slightest. I've already whooped his sorry ass before. If I could, I'd do it again.

"You want another chair in your face ass hat?" My voice was bitter and I am beyond annoyed at this point. I put my hand on the empty chair in front of my desk. Seifer backs away, realizing I meant business. "That's what I thought." I take my hand off the chair and pull out Stephen King's Carrie and start reading it again.

School is finally over, I head to my locker and pull out my hoodie and backpack. I tossed my backpack over my shoulder and walk out to my truck. When I get there, there was Roxas standing by it. He waves. I just wave back, staring at him oddly. I approach the truck, keys in hand. "Hi? You got here fast." I said as I unlock the truck. I throw my backpack in the back-seat and hop in the driver's side.

"Well it was easy to find, and I had everything ready during sixth period." Roxas responded. He throws his backpack next to mine and hops in too.

"I see, but before we head to your place. I need to make a quick stop at Sweet Hearts Bakery." I start the truck up. "Those doughnuts are to die for, and I desperately need a coffee."

"My Mom's the owner of that place." Roxas told me as he puts on his seat-belt. I stare at him for a moment. I never knew that his mother was the maker of those delicious jelly filled doughnuts. Or the best tasting cinnamon coffee I've ever had.

"Awesome." After that I drive off to the Bakery just ten minutes away from the school.

I pull up to the bakery and head inside, Roxas following close behind me. Behind the counter stands Selena Tango, one of the prettiest girls I know. She refuses to go out with me. Says I'm too much for her to handle. To me, that sounded like a complement. Oh well, I'd still flirt with her just for fun. "Hey beautiful." I wink and give her a smirk. "You're still looking so good. Just like the sweets in here."

Selena is average height, with dyed purple and black hair. And a body that made heads turn. She puts my ex-girlfriend Larxene to shame. "Thanks, but I'm still not going out with you," she laughed. She then spots Roxas and smiled. "Hey there Roxas. Since when did you start hanging around, tall, dark and pervy over here?" She pointed at me. I'm not a pervert! I just like to flirt a little.. Big difference!

Roxas laughs, "just recently. He's my tutor." Thanks for backing me up Roxas... So supportive.

Selena looks unconvinced, "you? You're his tutor? No offense but I never took you to be..."

"Smart?" I cut her off, giving her a sarcastic smile. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Now love, mind getting me those jelly doughnuts and that large cinnamon coffee?" Selena looks confused and places in the order. I pull out my wallet and put seven dollars on the counter. Selena takes the money, and puts it in the register.

"Anything for you Roxas?" Selena asked Roxas.

"Same as him, I love them doughnuts and that coffee is just as delicious." She nods and starts fetching the order. I look at Roxas, he likes the same coffee, and doughnuts I do. I wonder what else we have in common. The thought makes me blush.

Selena places a pink paper bag on the counter, along with two cups of coffee. "Here you go guys." Selena took one look at me and is grinning. I guess she caught me blushing. "Good luck with your lessons."

I quickly took the bag of doughnuts, and my coffee. "Mmhmm, thanks," I then head out to my truck. Roxas is soon to follow.

I start up the truck and pull out of the parking lot. Only to realize, I have no idea where Roxas lives! I stop at a light, "Hey genius. Mind telling me where your house is?"

Roxas looks at me, with a mouth full of doughnut. He grins wide and crumbs went all over the seat. Goddamn it, really?! I just vacuumed this truck yesterday! He's so lucky he's cute... My eye twitches. He swallows his mouth full of doughnut.. "Three-zero-twelve, Phoenix Drive." I glare at him, he looks away confused. The light turns green and I start driving.

"Phoenix Drive? You live pretty far from the school. That's at least twenty minutes away." I started drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, I start feeling anxious. I really need a cigarette.

"Yeah, but it's close to Dad's Psychology job." Great. His father will have a field day with me. The second he sees me, I know damn well he'll start asking questions, and analyzing me. Now I'm really wanting that cigarette. My eyes drift from the road and to the glove box for half a second, then back to the road. My hands start getting shaky.

"Awesome, now Roxas be a cutie and get me a cigarette out the glove box?" I did not just say cutie and Roxas in the same sentence. Fuck my life! I feel my face heat up a little, feeling slightly awkward. I hear the glove box open and him rummaging through it. I have everything in there organized in case Officer Douche (Strife) pulls me over. Now I'm going to have to reorganize it! "They're in a red and white box Roxas. Sheesh!" I'm getting very irritated, until he slips a cigarette in my mouth. My lighter is sitting in the cup holder. I could have grabbed it, but Roxas did instead. He even lights the cigarette for me. How nice of him.

Roxas puts the lighter back and sinks back in his seat. "There you go cranky ass." He laughed. To be considerate I roll down my window. "You know smoking is really bad for you." I inhaled a long drag.

I blow the smoke out the window, "No shit. I know that." I roll my eyes and prepare to ignore the lecture he's going to give me. I've gotten enough complaints from Demyx, and lectures from Saix. Xigbar though? He'd light up with me, just to get on Demyx's nerves. I miss that.

"Then why do you do it? It can damage your lungs and rot your teeth..." Roxas started labeling off the side affects of smoking. I've heard it all before. As I planned to do, I ignore the rest of his 'smoking is bad' speech. I drew in another drag, keeping my eye out for his street.

"Keeps me at ease." I said, it's the truth after all. I've smoked since I was fourteen. It all began when Xigbar stole some cigarettes from some jerk downtown. He brought them to my house. Mom and Rodrick weren't home, Xigbar held a smoke out to me. At first I said no, but I had a bad day and wanted the stress to melt away. I took a smoke from Xigbar's pack and have been hooked ever since. I don't plan on quitting anytime soon. I blew more smoke out the window, and turn on the radio to a rock station.

I eventually finish my cigarette, and spot Phoenix Drive. I turn right and just drive, my eyes scanning the addresses. "Three-o-eight, Three-o-ten... Ah ha, Three-o-twelve." I park next to the curb. I shut off the truck. I reach for my backpack and get out. Roxas is soon to follow.

Roxas walks up the nicely paved walk way. I look up at the house, it was huge. The lawn is perfectly cut and the front garden is beautiful. My Mom and Rodrick would be so jealous. I follow Roxas up to his front door, with the look of amazement. My house is a trailer compared to this place. In reality though, Mom's house has three bedrooms, with a small backyard.

He pulls out his keys and opens the door. I'm a bit nervous about stepping inside. Roxas walks in and kicks off his shoes. I walk in as well, taking off my heavy boots. I toss them down and they made a loud thump when they hit the floor. Someone who's sitting on the couch turns their head towards me.

I notice that the guy looks very much like Roxas. Only a bit older, he seems quite surprised. "Hi there." I said with a smile. The guy just stares at me, like I'm some kind of monster. I raise an eyebrow. "Any reason you're staring at me like that?"

"Uh... Roxas!" The guy yelled, he sounded scared. Which really upset me. Roxas came into the nicely made living room. I shut the front door before stepping further inside.

"Ventus what's the matter?" Roxas sighed loudly. Ventus points over at me. Who was about ready to just walk back out the door.

"That guy. Who is he? He looks scary. Like an evil witch or something." Ventus said to Roxas as if I'm not even standing there. I should be used to that. I'm not, it aggravates me how people are so quick to judge. I shoot the guy a glare, but what surprises me is that Roxas was glaring at him too.

"How rude Ventus, he's my tutor." Roxas crosses his arms, " and Axel, isn't scary, he's a good person. Aside from his screw you attitude, which I don't blame him for having. Also I don't think he's a witch." I start to feel bashful, I shake my head to banish the feeling. You're here to tutor him and get that recommendation. That's all! After that everything will be normal again... Me, just sitting alone waiting for the days of school to be over. Wow, that sounds pathetic.

Ventus doesn't look convinced. I notice he's doing some homework on a glass table. I approach him. He scoots away as if I'm going to cast a spell on him. I just pick up his textbook and read over the pages. I look at the cover, it's a medical school textbook. "College guy huh?" I pick up his notebook, all of his answers are wrong. "Your math is way off. Even by the book." I sit down near him, putting the things on the glass table. I set my backpack down, got out a pencil and decide to correct his math.

I could feel Roxas peering over my shoulder, and Ventus is watching in awe. After I finish, I slide the textbook and notebook in front of him. Ventus looks it over and his eyes go wide. "How did you know how to do that?" I get up and throw my bag over my shoulder. "I mean you're only in High School."

"So? I'm smarter than people give me credit for. Anyway I have a tutor session to get to if you'll excuse me." I walk into the kitchen, awaiting for Roxas to get situated.

After he sits down, he dumps his homework on the table. Splattering his notebooks and worksheets all over the place. Which hardly left any room for me to do my work.. I sit down next to him and push his papers out of my way. Setting down my A.P Chem homework in front of me. "Ok so what subject is that?"

"Algebra two. I suck at it, Biology too. I'm doing ok in my other classes." Roxas starts playing with his pencil. He looks back at his book and appears confused as hell. He throws his pencil down and runs his fingers through his already messy hair. He sighs, "I don't know how to do this. The hell is a Polynomial, and why is it important? How is knowing this shit going to help me in the real world? I mean can't they teach us how to do something useful? Like how to manage money, do taxes, or how to write scholarship applications and resumes?" Oh my god marry me! My jaw drops as he continues his rant. He takes in a deep breath."Guess they'd rather have us finding imaginary numbers, and measuring fucking shapes. Instead of learning what's really out there in the world. A bunch of bull shit if you ask me." I want to kiss him so bad right now. Never have I imagined he'd think like that.

"Wow, uhm. Let me show you an easier way to do those Polynomials." I begin writing out an example for him to follow. It's different from how the book attempts to explain it. "Try this and I guarantee that you'll breeze through this assignment." I set the paper in front of him and he starts doing his work again. "Have any questions, just ask." After that, I start working on my homework too.

About a good hour later, Roxas is finished with his Algebra 2. He only had to ask me a few questions. I double check his work and he was right on the money... Well sort of, I had to make a few corrections here and there."Good job, now then any other subjects of homework?"

"No, it was just Math today." His book is still open, I felt like messing with him. I use my telekinesis, and make the book close. Then I make a pencil roll off the table. Roxas went to grab it only to have me keep moving it. "Uh... I hope there's not a ghost here too." He sighs. I finally let him have his pencil back.

I laugh, "maybe the one from school followed you home."

"Great," he starts putting his school stuff away. "Well, my lesson is over for today. Guess you'll be heading home huh?" I did want to go home and play on my PS3, and piss off Rodrick some more. Then Roxas had this to say,"wish you'd stay for a bit though." He looks at me with big sad puppy eyes. Must resist... those eyes. Those big beautiful blue eyes! I feel myself blushing suddenly.

I sigh and give in, "fine... I'll stay for a bit longer. Besides, if we get along and act friendly towards one another. These lessons will go by much smoother." It was a good suggestion. After all I want to get this done and over with quickly.

Roxas has a big smile on his face. "Exactly what I was thinking. Just don't throw anymore things at me." He joked.

"Only if you deserve it." I told him, and we both start laughing. Next he grabs my hand and he pulls me. I gladly follow him to wherever he was going. A part of me just wanted to leave and forget this ever happened. Another part of me though, didn't want this day to be over.

Chapter 01: END