A Perfect Ginger -> A Kylux Modern High School au

II

----------10 Years Later----------

Hux's phone buzzed for possibly the fifteenth time in the time span of only thirty seconds. Hux knew it was Kylo, but did he care? No. He had work to do.

Hux shifted uncomfortably as his corset dug into his ribs. Hux was forced to wear a corset at only nine years old when he was diagnosed with scoliosis. Hux's father had Hux undergo multiple surgeries to fix it, but they all failed. Hux was scheduled for another surgery in a few months. The corsets he wore were possibly the most uncomfortable things to experience.

What made the corsets worse, was that Hux was an ice skater and was quite flexible, meaning he has to lean back and lot, and let the corset dig into his back and ribs, while also keeping a straight face. His coach knew of the scoliosis and didn't want to push Hux to hard, but Hux's father was willing to make Hux do anything to be this perfect young man, to make up for the fact that Hux was an illegitimate child.

Besides that point, Hux's phone would not stop buzzing with texts. He grabbed his phone, turned it on silent, and threw it across his room and onto his bed out of frustration. And then the video call. Hux groaned as he finally decided to open up Skype and answer the call from Kylo.

"Hey Hux. Why haven't you been answering me?" Kylo asked. Hux narrowed his eyes at Kylo's messy appearance. He has his long black hair pul@led back in an extremely messy bun. The scar that was left on his face by his cousin, Rey, made him look careless. And he was even too lazy to put a shirt on.

"Kylo put a goddamn shirt on" Hux demanded. "But it's hot in my house" Kylo defended. "I don't care. Put a shirt on" Hux rested his head in his hand.

Kylo groaned but obliged and walked away from his computer to grab a black tank top. He put it on and sat back in front of his laptop, "better?". Hux nodded, "Much. Why did you call me?"

"Because I'm concerned about you. I swear you have not smiled in years and you're so caught up in school and ice skating that it makes me question if you are even human anymore" Kylo said in a half concerned voice. Hux cocked an eyebrow at Kylo, "There is no need to be concerned with me. Why does it matter if I smile or not? And I won't be as caught up in ice skating after I win Skate America and go on to the ISU Grand Prix"

"If" Kylo corrected. "Shut up. I've been training my body for it for years now through ballet and perfecting my programs at the rink" Hux huffed. "That's true, but have you trained your mind for it?" Kylo didn't sound as concerned anymore. "I've been though more than imaginable stress from my parents without breaking, i'll be fine" Hux was getting pretty annoyed by now. "Parent. Have you forgotten your mom is still in Ireland" Kylo crossed the line in just two sentences.

"WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT MY FATHER IS A MAN WHORE! I CAN CALL HIS WIFE MY PARENT IF I CHOOSE! SHE MAY NOT TREAT ME LIKE HER OWN SON BUT SHE DOESN'T TREAT ME LIKE THE MISTAKE I AM LIKE MY REAL MOTHER OR MY FATHER DID! AND IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS ANYWAY!" Hux practically screamed, his voice slurring into a heavy accent.

Kylo's eyes widened as the ginger yelled at him, "I-I'm sorry Hux. I..well I guess I wasn't thinking of what I was saying. Sorry?" He attempted to apologize. "You never think about what you say, you just run your stupid mouth at anything without having the brains to stop yourself" Hux quickly said before hanging up.

Kylo leaned back in his chair and sighed. Suddenly the door opened and Rey appeared, "What the hell happened between you and Hux? I heard British yelling and assumed that Hux was yelling at you. Or was that just some of your weird emo music but British version". Kylo chucked a pen at her but she quickly dodged, "That's stereotypical towards yourself". Rey began walking out of the room, "That's why I can say it!" and she disappeared into the hall. "Close the door behind you!" Kylo called after her and a few seconds later the door shut by an unknown force (Was it Rey or did she use the fore? We may never know).

On the other side, Hux was home alone so no one could hear him yell. He thought about what Kylo said and sighed. What if I don't move onto the ISU Grand Prix? That'll ruin my reputation, I need to win or my parents...my dad will be disappointed in me. No. I can't think like this, it will make me weak, that certainly can not happen. Hux thought to himself as he finished his homework.

Skate America was in fact going to take place in three weeks. Hux had been training specifically for it for two years by having known his program for a year and by taking weekly ballet classes to help. He hadn't had his mind set on anything else for two years. He hadn't attended any other competitions for two years. He hasn't broken down in eight.

Hux was a perfectionist. Well, his father was. Hux was afraid of letting his father down. By being a mistake along with being an illegitimate child, Hux was thought as less of a human, and expectations were set out-of-reach high for him. His father was never satisfied and his father never will be satisfied with him. His father forced Hux to get a girlfriend, who Hux didn't really love. The girl's name was Hazel, she recieved her name from the colour of her eyes, and her hair was a long silky brown. Hux very much wanted to break up with her because he felt that she belonged with someone that truly did love her. But if he did so, his father would flip.

Hux finished all of his homework even though some of it wasn't due for a couple of days. The ginger sat for a few minutes contemplating. A sigh escaped him and he grabbed his sport bag and headed out the door to get some extra practice at the rink, even though he didn't need any practice. But this man thought otherwise, he believed that the more time he spends at the rink the better because he thought he was very bad at his routine.

As he pulled into the parking lot, he began thinking about what Kylo said. I hate that bastard. He thought as he gathered his stuff and walked into the ring. He greeted the receptionist as he walked in. There were very few people there, it being a Friday night and all. They were thankfully people Hux knew and they were running through their routines as well. They waved to him as he walked in and the ginger nodded in routine.

There were bleachers on either side of the door and while he proceeded through, he could hear a familiar low voice say, "Hey Hux". He inhaled and turned around to see another boy in a leather jacket, jeans, black hair in a messy bun, and a tank top.

This entitled little bastard