Thread: Pending title {Mina & Sapphire}

Axel's excuse for ditching the last period of school was the ever-so-contagious senioritis disease. Only caught by twelfth graders, such a common sickness showed itself in symptoms of procrastination, severe laziness, and an urge to ditch schoolwork to do something else. Axel was never quite the kid who stayed on top of his classwork, and if he knew test dates ahead of time, he usually slipped out of the classroom altogether and faced the punishments later on in the game. Suspended twice and on probation for a possible expulsion, Axel didn't have anyone or anything to be afraid of, anymore. What more could the officials do with him ? Honestly, they didn't want to keep him at the facility anymore, so they weren't even thinking of holding him back for another year. He failed every possible class, and even as he was working amongst his fellow underclassmen, Axel didn't seem to show the slightest bit of interest in his work. Why slave over unnecessary work when there was so much more to life than wasting away a quarter of an entire day ? Axel didn't understand. He could never sit still on his desk or stay in a suffocating classroom for too long with silence and complete boredom closing in on him. Axel was built for speed and adrenaline. His body ran on excitement and danger. He wanted to have fun, damnnit ! So with his posse of delinquents, Axel decided to vandalize and disturb the surrounding neighborhood, just to create some havoc and shatter its annoyingly peaceful mood. There weren't many policemen around much to the redhead's disappointment , so Axel was allowed to create as much chaos as possible without being so shamelessly caught. What better way to spend his early afternoon than to creep and frighten little old ladies and puff nicotine smoke into the faces of young children ? Upon arriving at the quiet street, Axel's friend skidded their beaten truck to a loud screech, destroying the clean asphalt with its hissing black marks. A whoop followed from the rowdy wagon, and Axel, without an ounce of discomfort, hopped off of the back of the vehicle and stretched. Plainsville was going to be tipped upside-down and sprayed with some color after their visit. With their appearance, a mother pulled her daughter away, and the teenager smirked at this, combing through his flamboyant crimson hair with his digits. Coffee- ... sounds nice. he grunted, shoving the double doors inwards with a firm slam of his shoulders. His two punk-style friends followed, and Axel's personal bitch was swaying her hips at his side, following him in to the serene cafe. The smell of ancient books and people caused Axel to wrinkle his nose and withdraw with a snarl of disgust. God, it fucking smells like dead babies in here. he scowled, making his existence well-known to his audience. Every pair of eyes were pinpointed on his group, but as Axel shared his neon-green leer with every one of them, they shrunk back and pretended to be occupied with their work. A smug grin spread across his lips as he proceeded forward with light steps, the chains attached to his belt hoops tinkling as he walked. He didn't even hesitate to light a cigarette at that spot, too. His slut followed, and they were both puffing away at their own cancer sticks. Axel waved his hand in a dismissive manner, ordering for his 'gang members' to separate and find their own victims to corrupt. He, on the other hand, headed straight for the counter and slammed his fist on the surface, scanning Zexion with an arrogant look. ... Well, hello there, good-lookin'. he greeted, extinguishing his half-lit cigarette by grinding the end of it into the counter. His shoulders were sagging, but Axel propped them up again, leaning in to the silver-haired male to study his face a bit closer, You work here often ? I haven't seen you around before. Obviously, he had no intention whatsoever to order anything. Coffee sounded nice when he was at the entrance, but something else seemed more promising ... I'm Axel. he grinned from one ear to another, leaning his knee against the body of the entire counter. He observed the other's body, tilting his head as if purely confused, You got a nametag or somethin' ? Or would you mind if I stuck a petname on you ?