Author's Note: I'm not sure how many more chapters will be in this story. I'm thinking about three or four, but don't hold me against my word. It might take me awhile to get the next chapter up. I've been working on this part for two months. But reviews might motivate me.

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Roxas. The lazy student in my class. Never doing his work or paying attention. It didn't seem like he enjoyed learning like I did. Maybe we were more different then I thought. We never made contact with each other. I was invisible to him like I was to everyone else around me. Does that make me lonely? Or maybe I just have better things to do then get stuck in with all the drama.

"Zexion. Could you come over here for a second?" I heard the teacher call me over at the end of the period, which happened to be my last class. English, my favorite class. I didn't learn much in that hour. I knew just about everything about the English language. But I enjoyed it anyway.

I crossed the classroom over to the blonde haired teacher. I noticed Roxas next to her. What was he doing? He's usually out of the school before the bell rings. I stopped once I was in front of them.

The lazy student looked at me. I swear there was a small smile on his face. What the Hell? I tried to ignore the brat and looked back at the blonde. "Zexion, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Yeah sure." I wasn't too amused by the situation. I had a bad feeling about this. Something about favor, Roxas, and me all in one sentence didn't seem right.

"You know Roxas. His grades haven't been too well and I was hoping you would tutor him after school every day." She smiled at me. It was the smile she always used to bribe people.

"What?" I looked back over to the brat standing next to her. She wanted me, the smartest kid in the school, to tutor the laziest and stupidest student in the grade? He even looked like a whore if you asked me.

"Please? Roxas really needs to get his grades up. He'll fail the ninth grade if he doesn't get them up. You're his last hope." She placed her hands on my shoulders. Dramatic enough? I hated when people touched me. It's a violation.

"Fine, just… stop touching me." I scolded. She smiled brightly at me. She rushed forward to me and pulled me in to a tight embrace. I struggled against her grip. I hated being touched. Almost as much as I hated girls.

I finally separated myself from the demon and stepped a good seven feet away from her. I dusted myself off. She could have been dirty for all I know. Gods only know where she's been. "I said not to touch me." I scowled.

She giggled. "Thank you so much, Zexion! I know you'll do a great job!" I turned away. She was so annoying. Why were girls like that? Always smiling and happy. They talk too much too. Never shut up. But… guys don't.

I walked out of the classroom. English was my favorite subject. But now it might be the worst ever. Roxas. I have to tutor him five times a week. I know nothing good will come out of this.

"What's wrong with you?" It's the whore again. He ran up beside me, gazing over from the corner of his eyes.

"I don't like to be touch." I answered flatly. Maybe he wouldn't ask me any more questions if I answered him. I wanted him to leave me alone.

"Why not? It's not that bad." Man he talked too much. Almost like a girl.

I didn't answer. I didn't need to. I wasn't going to explain squat to this boy I've never talked to. Why should it matter to him anyway?

"You must be a virgin then." His voice was normal. What the Hell is wrong with this kid? He really is a whore isn't he?! His voice didn't even show any emotion.

"Sounds like you care a lot about his subject." It was the first thing that I thought of to say. I couldn't really think when he talks to me. Like my brain gets all mixed up.

"Nahh. Just thinking how fun it'll be to tease you. You're a virgin and you don't like to be touched. Sounds easy enough to me." He smiled a wicked smile. Mischievous, just like a slut.

I didn't respond again. Nothing came to my mind. Man this guy pisses me off. It's one thing to never leave me alone. But I can't think when he's around me. I don't understand it. I don't understand this guy.

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What did I do to get myself stuck in this situation? I have good grades. I've only got in trouble a few times in my life. And yet I have to be stuck here, with Roxas, trying to teach him something.

We were at his house, sitting on his couch in the third living room in his house. His house was triple the size of my own house. He had at least three bathrooms, five bedrooms, and two kitchens. I was in awe when I stepped in to his house. It turned out that his parents were the president of a big company. They didn't come home a lot but purchased a big house for Roxas.

It was the day after Naminé, our teacher, assigned me to try and get Roxas's grades up. This is such a burden.

"I don't get it." Did he even have a brain?

"What's not to get? Commas are used to take a pause." It wasn't brain surgery. It isn't that hard. If he tried using his brain once maybe he wouldn't be failing.

"But…" His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. I sighed. There must be another way of showing this to him. Let's see… I suppose I could give him an example.

"Ok, listen. If the sentence was…" This is odd. I can't seem to think of an example. My brain is frozen. It's that dumb blonde boy. I can never think when he's around me.

He stared at me, waiting for my example. There was nothing I could think of. Everything slipped from my brain except Roxas. I must be going crazy.

We just sat there staring at each other, waiting for the other to say something. It was silent. I expected it, Roxas's house was huge. There must be nothing but silence every day.

Think Zexion. A sentence where you use a comma. I took a deep breath before I spoke, "If the sentence was… I like to eat ice cream, popsicles, and…" I shrugged. "Coffee during the summer season. There would be commas after ice cream, popsicles, and coffee. Now do you understand?"

He looked at me oddly. "Why would you want coffee during the summer? Plus you can't even eat coffee."

I frowned. "Does it matter? Gosh… You understand it now, right?" I massaged my temples, trying to calm myself down. He really was the complete opposite of me.

"Yeah I do, but I mean… why would you want coffee when it's ninety degrees out? That's just odd." He commented, shrugging his shoulders.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Calm down, Zexion. He's just an ignorant fool. I opened my eyes again to find him staring at me. I frowned at him. "What?"

He smiled. "You sure do frown a lot. You should learn how to smile." It seemed like he scolded me, like I was doing something wrong.

"Does it really matter how my face looks?" Wow, that was a bad come back. I began to massage my temple again. He sure does ask a lot of personal questions.

"No, but I'm just saying. You would get a few more girls… or boys… if you smiled a little more. You're already cute enough."

I froze. Did he just say I was cute? And he said I was gay. "What?"

"Your smile. It would help you look better if you smiled." He shrugged again.

"Are you trying to coach me to get a mate?"

He took a deep breath. "Don't say mate either. Use girlfriend… or boyfriend. Lover would be better then mate."

"I don't think I asked you for your opinion. Anyway, let's get back to English." I just wanted to get out of there and go home. This guy was really getting on my nerves.

He shrugged for the third time. "Whatever."

I shuffled through some papers, looking for another thing to teach him. I noticed he was looking at me again. His body was turned towards me and his gaze was locked on to me.

I looked over at him again. "What is it? You keep looking at me." It was starting to creep me out.

He smiled again. Man did he like to smile, especially at me. "Oh it's nothing. Just thinking." He chuckled softly.

"O-Okay. Just try to focus." I scolded.

"That's impossible with you here." I heard him mumble softly but I tossed it aside as if I didn't hear it. I assumed he didn't want me to hear it. He was definitely crazy.

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"Zeeexiooon…" I heard someone calling my name. That voice sounded so familiar.

"You're so cute." And that's when I saw him. Roxas standing right in front of me. There was a soft smile on his face.

My heart immediately picked up its pace. He had some kind of effect on me. His smile grew as he stepped forward, closing the space between us. My body was frozen, unable to move.

Roxas stopped once he was close enough to rub against me. I felt him lean in closer to my ear. "I have a little secret, Zexion." Why did my name always sound so good from his lips?

"W-What?" I asked as I swallowed.

"I really like you." I felt him smirk against my ear before he took it between his teeth.

I bolted up from my bed. My forehead was covered in sweat, my breathing and heart beat racing. That dumb brat was clouding my mind. I was beginning to dream about him now. What is wrong with me?

My body quickly stiffened when I noticed I had a little… problem down south. Damn that kid. This is never going to end if something doesn't happen.