Never be what you want (open)

[Alix Dyonysius]

Alix groaned as he walked down the empty hallway slowly. It was after school and he had just gotten done with soccer practice. Nothing seemed to be going well in soccer lately. Alix had pissed off the coach and was now sitting out entire games. Alix was angry at his coach but was happy he didn't have to take part in the team losing every game. He knew that the longer he held out without blowing up on his coach, the more the team would lose. If Alix kept sitting out, it was a garrentee that they were going to lose. It must kill his coach, making him sit out, but Alix wasn't too worried about it.

Alix could feel his legs shake as he tried to sit down. He busted his butt at practice, to get no playing time at all. He had horrid ankle problems, yet the coach seemed to not care if he hurt them or not. Alix seriously hated his coach with a passion. If he had the choice, Alix would switch him with any other coach in the world. He could very easily drop soccer and piss off the entire team. But, luckily, he was not that type of person. He was not a quiter, no matter how bad things got for him. He had never quit a project before and he wasn't about to start now, even if he hated the coach. It wasn't a good enough reason to quit soccer, just hating the coach. Alix could go somewhere in the world with soccer, he could have a future in the sport if he stuck with it.

Alix was able to sprawl his legs across the floor with no trouble. The intial pain was starting to go away, which was a good thing. It meant that he might actually be able to walk by tomorrow. Alix heaved as he felt his lunch coming back up. It happened everyday after practice. He normally puked, along with the rest of the team. But today he held it down, not wanting to move. Alix slowly closed his eyes, tired from practice. He was just about to fall asleep when a shadow blocked the setting sun.

[Charlotte Walton]

Charlotte had just gotten out of detention and was ready to get home. She had phoned her father and he said he would be there in thirty minutes, which was an hour and a half in his language. She cursed under her breath, which was actually how she had gotten into detention. Apperently cursing in the class wasn't appropriate behavior.

She sighed, who knew sitting around in a classroom for an hour could be so exhausting. She yawned once. Hiking her backpack up higher onto her back as she glanced down the hallway. She was surprised to see some guy sitting down in the middle of the hallway. She raised an eyebrow at this. Why was he sitting around like that?

She walked over to him and stood in front of him and then kicked the borrom of his foot. "Hey, you ok?" Charlotte asked, only interested in why he was sitting in the hallway, not his feelings or whatever. She wasn't really in the mood to discuss health topics, maybe he was dead. That would be cool, calling that in.

But blond boy here seemed to be breathing, boring, but it was possible that he was just tired. But sleeping in the hallway? Only the druggies did that. Well, she had done it once but that was before school so it didn't count. Did after school count? Probably, cause it seemed weird.

[Alix Dyonysius]

Alix lifted an eyelid, not so eager to get up. He was slightly pissed off to be awoken from his sleep but he could deal. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired and broken from soccer practice." Alix commented, letting his Greek accent fill the hallway. Whenever he spoke someone could spot him from a mile away. No one else in the school had his accent and everyone knew it was him when he spoke. There was no way to conceal his accent, he had tried it before. For some odd reason, he never seemed able to drop it. It was just there and it was always there. His friends accepted it and thought it was cool to be from another country, but some thought of him as weird.

Alix didn't like to be judged in a negative manner, thats partially why he became what he did. He didn't want to be made fun of so he started hanging out with the people he did, because everyone was too afraid of them to even bother making fun of them. He wondered if people were afriad of him or just his friends. He loved having the air of being tough when he was just a guy who loved to have fun. Everyone thought he was a big cocky jock, when all he really was, was a music loving kid. He would never let his friends find out about his obsession with music. If they found out they would drop him out of their group immeadiately. And he definatly did not want that by any means.

"So why are you here so late?" He asked, making conversation. He was polite to everyone when his friends weren't around. If they were he would be doing his best to seem mean. He hated being mean, but he wanted friends so desperately. He just wanted to fit in so badly and that seemed to be the only way. He could only have friends if he changed himself. He wasn't happy with changing himself, but he would deal with it. It was the only way that he could keep himself moderately happy. He wanted so badly to be back in Greece but that wasn't about to happen anytime soon, so he did his best to make himself artificially happy.

[Charlotte Walton]

Charlotte could tell that the guy wasn't in the mood to be disturbed but seemed to be trying to be nice. If Charlotte was in his place she wouldn't be nice, she'd would have said a few things that would put her back into detention and then fall back asleep. Oh well, different strokes for different folks. Also the guy seemed to have an accent, she couldn't tell where he was from, somewhere not in America, or South America. Who cares either way.

She didn't know if accent boy was a jerk, he looked like a jock but hell, not everyone followed the stereotypes of the cliques they were placed in. Most of the emo kids that she, sadly, hung out with were actually hyper little monsters who couldn't stand still for a minute. How she hated them. But accent boy seemed to be ok, maybe as long as he was tired and broken.

"Oh, yeah, detention." She said, pointing down the hall and then dropping her hand, making a slight slap noise against her black jeans. She had been the only one in the detention, a pleasent surprise really. "And, from being tired from soccer practice you decided to sleep in the hall?" She asked for curiosity sake.

She walked to the wall and slide down beside the guy, being careful not to touch him, just incase he was one of those 'don't touch' types. She looked over at him with a slight vaccant stare and then looked away, her black hooped earrings jingling slightly as she did.

[Alix Dyonysius]

"Detention? Sounds like a blast. Isn't the teacher that runs that a bad dude? That's what I have heard from my friends at least." He said. It was true, Alix actually got quite a few detentions, but his friends would never know that. Alix spent alot of his mornings in the detention room, staring down that teacher. Alix got so many detentions because apparently he was a disturbance to the class or he was out in the halls without a pass. And once for mouthing off to a teacher, or maybe it was 7 times. He was a good student, he just had a problem keeping his mouth shut. The teachers often called his jokes funny but they did want to teach the students something at some point, and Alix prevented them from doing that.

They had to bump Alix to the AP classes because he got bored. Alix would often fall asleep out of boredom and it pissed off the teachrs, but he had fun with it. He was the only one in the class who could get on the teachers nervers like he did. He was also the only jock who got straight A's too. No jock could perform that task without cheating except for Alix. Alix dominated school work and flew through it without a problem. It often made the teachers angry but he didn't mind. Just as long as he wasn't in too deep of trouble. The only time he got in a bit of real trouble was when he went car surfing his sophmore year and broke his wrist. He fell of the car and the other car along side of them nearly ran him over.

"Well not so much being tired as in pain. There is so much shit going on and I really don't feel like taking it, but you know I have to. That is how life works, even if life sucks at some points." Alix sighed. He really hated life at some points, but there was nothing he could do about it. His older cousin had commited suicide and everyone hated the fact that it happened and Alix knew that wasn't the answer. He only wished that he could find the answer to life, but there was a very little possibility of that happeing any time soon, if it happened at all. No one had ever found that secret out and it was unlikely for him to find it out, no matter how determined he was at finding it.

[Charlotte Walton]

"I... guess he is," Charlotte answered, leaning her head against the wall and staring at the wall across from her. Charlottes mantra in life was that if someone bugged her, she'd bugged them and if they didn't bug her, she didn't bug them. The detention teacher had never gotten onto her for anything, other then trying to sleep during detention and that was really her fault.

Charlotte wasn't one for fighting against authority or any of that crap. She kind of drifted, with no real direction, her grades proved that. And she knew she couldn't keep that up for the rest of her life, that's why she always joked that by the time she was twenty-five she'd be living under a bridge or she'd be dead. But sometimes it didn't seem like a joke, but a possibility.

She glanced over at the blond kid and finally put two and two together. He was that European kid, the one from Greece. The accent should had told her that but she wasn't really paying attention to the details until just now. He was supposed to be really smart, not just smart for a jock, but really smart for anyone. Most people were impressed by this while Charlotte just shrugged and didn't care. She was selfish that way, if it didn't concern her, it didn't matter all that much.

"You can be happy about one thing, you only have to go through this once," Charlotte said in a absent minded tone. 'This' was life, or at least that's what she was refering to, Mr. Smarty Pants could interpret it anyway he wanted to, didn't matter to her. She looked at him again and gave him a smile. "But at least you have such nice friends," She said, sarcasim just under the surface of the sentence.

[Alix Dyonysius]

"Let me guess, he has never given you any trouble. He doesn't seem to give many people trouble except for the select few that he hates with a passion." Alix commented. "And it is just my luck that I am one of them." He added. He hated the fact that there were those people who hated him off of the bat. He could never understand why they hated him and he never seemed able to make them think better of him. He always tried to make the person like him, but it never worked out. They held their opinions of him until they never saw him again.

Alix looked over at Charlotte and remembered many things in his old life. He remembered about all of his old friends, and his old school. There were no cliques and he would have been placed in a totally different clique if his friends knew what he was like back in Greece. Alix wore converse and had skinny jeans. There was even a time when he had black hair, and he had true friends. Alix played guitar and was the lead singer in a band. Unfortunately, the band broke up when Alix moved. And it looked like there was no chance of it ever getting back together. Most of them moved to different countries, and they all had new friends. Alix couldn't help but miss the times of living in Greece.

Alix knew that he was not going to be able to go back to Greece for a long time. But he didn't let that stop him from wishing that he were there. Life in Canada was not the best, and it was definately not good for him. His mother was now dating a horrid man, who had one daughter. His mom was ignoring Alix, she spent all of her time with her new family. She seemed to like them better, and seemed to forget all about Alix. She hadn't said a word to him in two weeks and it was killing Alix. Every second he went on with out talking to his mother hurt him even more.

"That is in your own opinion. Some people believe in reincarnation, I don't though." Alix said. "My family is old greek, and still has the beliefs of the gods and godesses. And to tell the truth, I still believe in them too." He told her. No one at the school knew of his beliefs, and he just told her. Everyone he knew at the school was a Christian and would have thought of him as a freak because of his religion. It felt good to get that off of his chest after holding it in for so long. "Do I sense a little sarcasm? Because if you are having sarcasm, then I must agree with you, they are soooo nice." Alix said, his voice dripping with tons of sarcasm.

[Charlotte Walton]

Charlotte looked at the guy with her slightly blank look. "Aw, poor baby," Charlotte said in a slightly sympathetic voice, or it would be if it didn't also sound sarcastic. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She looked back at the opposite wall and thought for a few seconds.

She listened to the guy talk about how his parents and his old school religion. Of course Charlotte found religions fascinating, mostly because she did not have one. She considered herself an atheist and found others people's 'delusions' fascinating. Although saying this to the guy would probably either earn her a slap on the face or he would get up and leave. Whatever.

"You must have spider senses, or just sarcasim sense," Charlotte said, glancing back over at the Greek boy. "So Greek, that's cool, I'm from America," She said in a tone of voice that would rival most professors in boredom.