(Axel x OC) Let's Just Push Larxene in Front of a Bus

Let's Just Push Larxene in Front of a Bus...

(A/N: "Allix" is said like "Alex". "Xakra" is said like "Zack-ra", so "Xak" is the same as "Zack". Also, this story is told from a 2nd-person point of view.)

"You're staring again, Xakra," your best friend tells you.

"I know."

She laughs, "That means stop."

"But he's so hot..." you pout.

She shrugs, "Yeah, and he'll still be hot when you see him in Algebra next period."

You sigh, "Fine." You turn your attention to the papers in front of her, "What'cha readin' Allix?"

"The lyrics to Dem's new song. He asked me to read through it for him."

"Hm." Your eyes start to drift again.

"Xak."

Your eyes snap back, "Sorry."

"I don't get why you just stare at him. Why not go talk to him? I mean, you have THREE classes with the guy; don't you talk then?"

"Yeah, but I like staring at him. He's really nice to look at."

She laughs again, "I don't even need to tell you how stalker-ish that sounded."

"Aah, but you love me and my stalker-ish-ness," you say, smiling widely.

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*

You grin, "Time for Algebra!"

Allix smirks, "Funny, I thought you hated math..."

You poke your tongue out at her, give her a hug, and grab your stuff before heading to your math class.

Allix laughs for the third time, but gets her things and goes off to find Demyx.

You get to the classroom a little early, for some not-so-strange reason, and take your seat by the window.

After about thirty seconds, Larxene walks in, throwing a dirty look your way before sitting two seats in front of you.

You glare at the back of her head, wishing she would just spontaneously combust.

"Hey, Xak."

You turn to the left and find the very subject of your stalker-ish-ness. You smile, "Hey Axel. How's it going?"

"Eh, it's going," he replies, sitting at the desk next to you.

While he gets his books out, you look forward at Larxene, who's glaring daggers at you.

Smirking inwardly, you just wave with an innocent smile.

She scoffs and turns back around.

You snicker and get your math stuff out of your bag.

"Hey, did you finish that last sheet for Chemistry?" Axel asks you.

You chuckle, "Lemme guess; you didn't?"

He shrugs with a slightly sheepish smile, "What can I say? Chem just isn't my strong-suit."

"School isn't your strong-suit," you remark, getting the paper out and handing it to him.

"Hey, I'm acing Phys. Ed. That's something," he defends, starting to copy the answers he's missing.

"Jock," you mutter.

"Nerd," he counters.

You just laugh and shake your head, "Very original."

"I know, ain't I funny?"