It had been two weeks since the… awkward encounter with Roxas, and I was still slightly shaken by it, and, despite the fact we seemed to be fine that one single day, we were still fighting, going at each other, and basically tearing each other's heads off. It's actually quite amusing, really, but I always ended up with headaches that I never had when I had danced with… well, Sora.

On the actual subject of Sora, I was still upset about that day in the forest, but it wasn't like he knew anyways. We almost never saw each other, seeing as we had no classes together and when I did see him, he was always, always, always with Kairi, so I would usually turn and walk the other way, hoping that he hadn't seen me. I still wondered if he ever did like me as more than a friend and dance partner, though. I mean, who wouldn't? I knew it was basically hopeless on my part to try to reach out to him and finally tell him how I feel. What he has with Kairi… I can see the chemistry, the utter, total, amazing, and blinding flawlessness of their relationship. She's good for him, he's good for her, and they're good for each other. I was just going to mess it up.

Going back to the previous subject of my and Roxas' constant fighting, Xion (Xion, for crying out loud) has jokingly (at least, I hope she was joking) said that we might actually like each other and that it was sexual tension.

Sexual tension my ass.

That's what I was thinking as I opened the door to the practice room that we (being Roxas and I) usually practice in, and when I actually looked into the room, I dropped my bag in total shock and my face contorted into an angry glare the next moment.

There was Roxas. Not only Roxas, though. He, being the idiotic jerk he is, was pressing a girl against one of the mirrors and kissing her to freaking oblivion. Right. In. Front. Of. Me. It was quite disgusting, and it made me get angrier and angrier.

And, no that stabbing pain in my chest was most certainly not from jealousy.

I coughed loudly, alerting them that I was actually in the room. They looked up, and the girl looked extremely embarrassed, her blonde hair everywhere and her blue eyes wide in surprise.

The corner of Roxas' lips turned to a frown and he stepped away from the girl, pushing her slightly, "Go," he said simply, and the girl fled from the room, still blushing, fixing the buttons of her uniform.

I did another one of my not-so-scary glares and unzipped my parka, dumping it on the floor and walking over to the barre and starting my usual stretches as he joined me there, as per usual.

"Another blonde? Really, Roxas?" I spat, stretching to the side, my arm extending completely to that same side.

I head a short laugh. Oh, I really hate that laugh, "Why? Jealous, Naminé?" he asked teasingly, obviously trying to get me more annoyed than I already was.

I rolled my eyes, frowning at his reflection, "Why in the world would I be jealous of those blondes?"

"Because you're one of the two blondes I haven't kissed yet in this entire school," he muttered, a laughing tone in his voice.

"Oh, really? Who's the other one, then? Maybe we'll be friends," I muttered angrily, grabbing the side of my foot and stretching my upper body that way.

There was yet another laugh, "Please, she'd probably hate you. She's the best actress in school if that tells you anything, and she's already dating my best friend, that's why I can't kiss her."

I thought about it for a moment as I put my foot down and let him lead me to the middle of the dance floor, "Larxene Miyamura? Really?" I asked with an arched eyebrow. Last I checked she was the best actress in school. It was rumored that she had a nasty temper, too, and she was prone to thrashing out in complete, utter, total violence and even almost attacked a teacher once. Not one person knew that she was dating anyone, though.

Roxas smirked, "Yes, Larxene. And, no, she isn't technically dating my best friend, they're more of… friends with benefits, if you want to call it that."

I wrinkled my nose in slight disgust, "Friends with benefits? Those types of relationships never made sense to me," I said, "And we're working on ballet today, Roxas!" I added quickly as he tried to pull me into start position.

The irritating blonde in front of me rolled his eyes, "We need to mix them at some point, but fine," he said as he took my hand an led me to one corner of the room, "And I'm going to take a wild guess that say you're that kind of girl who wants a real romance, then?"

I took position for Chainé turns, "Well, yeah. I kind of want a real relationship, thanks," I said, rolling my eyes, almost mocking what he did previously.

We did out turns together to the opposite corner of the room before he spoke again, "Well, that's pointless," he stated simply.

I shot him a look, "What are you talking about now?"

He smirked ever so slightly, before turning me to do Chassés across the dance floor. As we reached the other side of the dance room, again, he stopped me and turned me around, "Oh, come on. Why only settle for one person when there's tons of other attractive people out there?"

I just simply stared at him, my blue eyes unbelieving. I stared at him, and stared at him, namely, his eyes. You can normally tell what a person is like by just looking into their eyes, and that's when I finally see it, "You just can't commit to a single person, can you?" his amused look turned into one of disbelief, "Ever since… ever since your break up with Kairi, you can't commit, or are you too scared to commit?" he opened his mouth, an angry look coming across his somewhat handsome features, but I beat him to it, "Something happened that makes you scared to commit, that's what's going on! Whether it's the break up with Kairi or something that happened will before it!" I felt triumphant for figuring it out, but I didn't feel triumphant for long. He basically attacked me, knocking me to the floor and pinning me down with his own body.

He glared at me, a glare was wasn't unlike that one he gave me two weeks ago, "You don't know anything," he hissed, "You don't know anything! You can't say that, because at least I moved on! At least I'm not yearning after Kairi like you are Sora, at least I'm moving on!"

I started to shake again, "W-Well, you aren't moving on very well! You've probably had more than ten girl friends in the past two weeks! You may think that's okay, but it isn't! You're probably breaking every single one of those girls' hearts, you know that?"

His glare only worsened, causing me to want to cry, "They know it's not about love, they know that, so no, I'm not breaking their hearts! They know it's all lust, it's all physical, that it means nothing to me and should mean nothing to them, so stop accusing me of doing something I'm not!" he shouted.

I simply stared at him again, "Well…you can't expect them not to like you even a little bit, Roxas…" my shaking lessened ever so slightly, "They agree to do all that stuff with you, so they have to like you a little bit. Some of those girls… some of them may have even loved you a little bit…"

I had hoped that my words would have calmed him down, would have made him see his flaws, but, rather, they made him even more angry, "Well that's their own damn fault then, now isn't it?" he yelled angrily, "And why do you care, anyways? You don't even know any of them! You don't know me! So don't even–!"

And then the door slammed open, causing both of us to look up, and there was this guy that I wasn't too aware of who exactly he was. He had extremely spiky flaming red hair, and bright, mischievous green eyes, as well as random purple marks under those odd, et intriguing eyes.

"Yo!" he shouted, stretching out the 'o' a little more than necessary, "Roxas, dude, you re–" he saw us on the floor and smirked, causing me to blush, "Dude, sorry for interrupting! I'll just wait outside!" and he started to back out of the door.

Roxas stood up almost immediately, glaring at the red-head, "Jeez, Axel, get a grip. We were just fighting," he muttered and brushed himself off.

Axel laughed loudly, "Yeah, fighting," he did air quotes as he said fighting, "Now, come on, Roxas, let's get a move on!"

The blonde I was just fighting with rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket, "Let me go change and we'll go."

Axel nodded and looked at me again, and then he got a look on his face that almost shouted 'I got the best idea ever!', "Let's bring your friend, too!"

Roxas spun around and glared at Axel, "No."

Axel laughed and pulled me up and towards him, making my face press into his chest. He smelled faintly of smoke and… like a pumpkin pie scented candle… it was a very interesting mix, most definitely, "Oh come on! She's cute, and seems nice enough!" he pulled away a little bit and stared at me for a while, "You're Naminé, right?" I nodded, "Great! You're definitely coming along! Demyx, take the girl back to her room and make sure you guys are back in time!" he shouted, and then a boy with dirty blonde hair styled in a mullet ran in. Axel turned towards me and smirked, "Wear something hot for clubbing, got it memorized, babe?" he winked.

I blushed slightly, "I-I'm fine, really. You don't have to bring me along…"

Axel rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're bringing you anyways, and we aren't taking no for an answer!"

"But-!"

"She said no, Axel," Roxas growled.

"Well, I'm not taking no for an answer, got it memorized?" Axel said, sticking his tongue out and winking, "Now, go on and change, doll, we'll be waiting!"

"Let's go, Naminé!" Demyx shouted and grabbed my arm and started dragging me away. I was slightly confused as this person that I most certainly didn't know dragged me down the hall, "We've heard a lot about you from Roxas! You sure are cute!" he said happily when he let me walk by myself next to him.

I flushed slightly at the compliment, "Th-Thanks…" I muttered, looking away as I started to lead the way to the dorms. I checked the time on a clock we were passing by as Demyx kept talking to make sure we weren't breaking dorm rules. I took out my key as we stopped at my door and Demyx leaned against the opposite wall obediently as I stepped inside the dorm room and found Xion cleaning her violin diligently.

She looked up when I walked in and smiled gently at me, "So how did practice go?"

I shrugged and grabbed some clothes, beginning to change, "When I walked in he was making out with another blonde, we fought again, he pinned me, his friend walked in, and now, apparently, I'm going clubbing with them… whoever they are."

Xion stared for a moment, "Well, before you go, let's talk for a little bit, okay?"

I finished changing and sat on her bed wearing a light blue tank top with a white vest and white skinny jeans and leaned over to put some boots on, "Yeah? What do you want to talk about?"

Xion shifted a little bit, looking a tad nervous, "Well, Naminé… maybe… maybe you're developing feelings for Roxas…"

I stopped lacing up my boots and turned a little to stare disbelievingly at her, "Wh-What?" I sputtered, "Y-You have got to me kidding me, Xion! Roxas is a jerk who's full of himself and who is really pathetic. I would never like him, because he's the exact opposite of Sora, remember?" I shook my head and continued lacing up my boots.

I heard Xion sigh gently, "Well… you never know, Naminé."

I stood up once I was finished and grabbed my white leather jacket, "I don't like him. That's my final answer, Xion," and with that, I walked out of our dorm, the key in my pocket, of course

Demyx was still standing there patiently, his eyes closed and taping his foot and humming gently. When he heard the door click shut he opened his eyes and smiled brightly, "You look awesome!"

I flushed at his comment, how many times could I blush in one night, exactly? "Thanks, Demyx… let's just go, okay?"

Demyx nodded and took my hand, dragging me along behind him, "We might be late, but that's okay! They wouldn't leave without us!"

As we were walking across the courtyard, I scanned my memory for small facts about him. His name was Demyx Suzumura, he played the sitar, he was one of the few people who wore a black uniform, and… that was all I really knew about him.

As we came into view of two very, very expensive looking cars, I saw two more people. One of them was the girl while the other was a boy. The girl had blonde hair with two chunks swept across her head, and I knew that was definitely Larxene. The other was a boy with somewhat long blue-silver hair that was mostly kept over one eye, and he had a bored expression on his face. I wasn't too familiar with him. The other two people next to them were Roxas and Axel, of course.

"Hey, guys!" Demyx shouted excitedly, even though we were now standing right in front of them.

Larxene smirked at me, "So this is Naminé, huh?" she sneered, leaning down to my height… they were all taller than me, "Welcome to the gang. This is Zexion," the pointed at the boy standing next to her.

That's right, Zexion was the first chair violin, and he was in Xion's orchestra. She told me about him once or twice.

Axel laughed loudly yet again, "Okay everyone, let's stop the chit chat, and let's go!" and with that, he climbed into a car. In the driver's seat. Judging from her personality, though, he wasn't too safe of a driver, and I prayed that Roxas was riding with him.

Larxene sat in the passenger seat next to Axel, and Zexion and Demyx sat in the back. I really hoped that I could sit in the middle of them… I pleaded that Axel wouldn't say…

"Naminé, ride with Roxas, kay?" Axel shouted before taking off quickly down the road at a speed that I didn't think was anywhere near legal.

I gulped and side glanced at Roxas, who was climbing into his own car. I just stood there semi-awkwardly for a little while.

"If you keep standing there, I'm leaving you behind!" he shouted impatiently after a while of simply staring at me.

I sighed and just took a seat in the passengers seat, mostly dreading the ride ahead. As he drove (at a much safer speed than Axel) he said nothing to me, and I felt weird in the uncomfortable silence that was just looming in-between us. I cleared my throat semi-awkwardly, hoping that he had gotten over what happened earlier, "So… is this your car?"

"Yeah."

There was more silence. I didn't bother breaking it again.

When he stopped, we were outside of a bright looking club, with bright lights everywhere. He got out of the car and so did I, and I stood there as he handed the valet his keys.

"A-Are you sure we're old enough?" I stuttered nervously, looking around at the older-looking people.

Roxas shot me a glare, "No, we aren't old enough, but I know the owner of this place and we're always allowed in. Just follow me and stay close," and with that, he began walking towards the door.

I was tempted to just stand there until they were finished… clubbing, but I sighed and followed Roxas, regardless.

Roxas said a few things to the rather large guard at the door, and the guard just took away the velvet rope and let us through. I followed as closely to Roxas as I could, but somehow we got separated nearly five seconds after entering the club. I looked around hopelessly, scared out of my mind, hoping to find a glimpse of that dirty blonde hair. I never wanted to see Roxas so much in all my time of knowing him.

I wandered around, getting lost in my thoughts as people all round me shoved and pushed, bodies pressing close together as I wove through them, hoping to find a spot on some wall where not too many people were crowding, dancing… dirty dancing. I shivered slightly as the memory of Roxas and I dancing entered my mind and I shook my head, pressing on. When I finally found I spot, I simply leaned against the wall and took in the sights in front of me. A huge mesh of bodies pressed against each other, people who probably didn't know each other kissing like their life depended on it. Some people looking awfully drunk as they pressed against people, their eyes glazed and their laughter, though muted by the music to my ears, seemed much to loud, much too slurred, their movements appearing clumsy to my sharp eyes. I don't think I'd felt so alone in my entire life.

And then, suddenly, there was someone in my personal space, pressing their body against mine. Without even looking at the person, I knew it was a guy, and when I looked at his face, I knew almost immediately that he wasn't exactly sober.

"Hey," he said, his language too slurred for my comfort, "What's a" a hiccup, "a pretty girl like you doing standing here all alone."

"L-Leave me alone," I stuttered, trying to edge away from him.

"Ahhh, a shy one, just how I like 'em," he muttered and then his hands were on me. It felt wrong… it wasn't like how Sora gently touched me when we danced, and it wasn't like how Roxas touched me passionately when we had danced together.

Roxas…

I didn't know why, but the thought of Roxas was comforting, so I continued thinking about him as the man tried to unbutton my vest. I knew that my eyes were full of fear… and my insides were churning uncomfortably… but I kept thinking about my past with Sora, and about how we danced together, and how Roxas danced with me… I thought about dancing in general, even when I felt tears come to my eyes. "Sora…" I whispered as tears began to fall. Oh yeah, that's right. Sora doesn't love me as anything more than a sister… he never did, and never will. He loves Kairi… they look perfect together, they looked happy…. Especially the last time I saw them together… I think that was yesterday. "R-Roxas…" I closed my eyes and willed myself to pass out. Maybe if I concentrated enough, I could…

"Get away from her, you asshole!" came a sudden, angry yell.

That voice… I think that's Roxas' voice…

And suddenly, the weight is gone, and I cracked my eyes open to see Roxas basically beating the crap out of whoever that man is. I couldn't tell, I had never seen him in my life.

The last thing I saw before I finally passed out, was Demyx running over to me, looking really worried, with Axel trailing behind him as well as Larxene and Zexion.

Maybe I shouldn't have come, after all…

And there's the third chapter. I have a feeling I'm moving this along a little too quickly, but how about you guys tell me? I'm really bad at figuring out whether or not I am when it comes to this stuff, so... yeah!

Again, I'm afraid Naminé may be OOC, as well as possibly... everyone else. And, no, the man isn't Seifer, because I actually liek Seifer to the point where he's one of my favorite characters. He's pretty awesome to me, so I probably won't use him as a villan in this story, if I put him in at all.

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