"Okay, okay! Axel- what's the sexiest thing a person can do in your opinion?" Demyx asked quickly, leaning forward again. What a weird question! I felt my eyes glance over to him, swallowing lightly because I couldn't decide… Did I want to know? Letting out a slow breath, I let my eyes go back to the floor.

"What the hell, Demyx? What a weird ass question," Xemnas blurted, grabbing his girlfriend's hand. She smiled, and before they kissed, I turned back to the conversation, seeing Demyx staring back at me. What the hell?

I heard Axel humming beside me, his hands coming up to run through his hair. I felt myself swallow again, leaning away from him. What was his problem? What was mine?

"Well, I don't know… People can do a lot sexy things, I guess. When guys bite their lower lip," he said slowly, his fingers brushing against his lower lip. I saw him bit his lip a bit, and I had to admit that it looked pretty sexy… when Axel did it.

There was a long pause before anyone spoke, and it was a voice I hadn't heard yet. Another guy was leaning into the circle, his long blue-dyed hair slinking down in front of his face. His voice was deep, smooth… "You like when people get shy, don't you?" he asked, looking straight at Axel. The redhead seemed to laugh before looking off to the side.

"Yeah, I guess so." I felt his hand on my own suddenly, and I wasn't sure what to do, just sitting still. This dumb game continued going around and around until no one could think of anything.

Boredom was coming around quickly, and that's when the shot glasses were broken out. I hesitated, but took one from the table because everyone else had. I had always put down drinking because of my own father, but I couldn't resist it, what with the peer pressure of Demyx's breath on my neck. I took the shot quickly, feeling the burn as it slid down my throat. Everyone took at least two, most taking more. The room was starting to smell more and more like alcohol.

My mind was slowly becoming fuzzy, the sound of laughter spilling from my lips. It was undeniable. I couldn't stop laughing at nothing. Demyx had started dancing to some music, and it wasn't long before that music was bumping the house about. I had started to dance on my spot on the floor. A hand was around my wrist in moment, pulling me up. When my eyes finally landed on the redhead, he already had his hands on my hips, pulling me in close and grinding against me a bit. I wrapped my arms up around his neck… before pulling him down and getting on my toes. I stretched myself up to kiss him, catching his lips on my own, tongue darting out to brush against his.

I had a problem. I was addicted to Axel. His name sounded like some backward drug that only the "popular" kids would know about, and for some reason… I didn't mind. I didn't care about being addicted to him. I wanted to be. I wanted him to be attached to me. I wanted him to look at me, and only me. Always.

The night went on and on until I found myself home, sleeping in bed. And it wasn't a surprise when I woke up with a headache and bile coming up my throat. I tried to avoid my phone, but I couldn't help but answer, because I had received so many texts. Who was bugging me?

There were five texts from the same number… one I didn't know, three from Axel, and ten from another number I didn't know. When had I given anyone my number? When had I given Axel my number? I rubbed my head and sat back from the toilet, opening Axel's texts.

"Just letting you know that I carried you home."

"Just checking on you."

"Just wondering if you're alright."

He had a problem. He was addicted to me. I slowly got up to my feet, reaching into my cupboard to pull out some pain killers. What had happened last night? Despite the drinking (which I could remember), I couldn't recover any other memories. Had something happened? Why couldn't I remember?

Deciding to try and figure this all out, I started to text the redhead back, just wondering what the hell had happened.

"I feel shitty. What the hell happened last night?" I waited then… sitting on the cold floor of my bathroom. I didn't want to leave and risk the chance to throw up on everything. My head hurt like a… Ding!

My head felt like it was splitting in half! This was the worst. Turning the volume off, I opened the text, reading it quickly, then reading it again, because I couldn't believe it. What…?

"I'm really sorry, Roxy. I didn't think that we would really do it. We had-" Before I could stop it, I felt myself throwing up again, leaning over the toilet and letting it all out. No! No, this wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. I locked my phone and set it down, trying to think about it. Had we really…? He had to be joking. He had to be.

Everything hurt. My head was pounding, my heart racing. I didn't know why, but I quickly started crying, my head bending over. No, no!

I didn't want to go to school, and I wasn't surprised to see seven texts from Axel by the time I woke up the next morning, all panicked messages asking about my health. Maybe I would call in sick… but I couldn't. I needed to go to work too. I pulled myself out of bed, gathering my school supplies and work outfit, stuffing it all into my backpack. I hated this. No one spoke to me at school, just like always, and I avoided my classes with Axel by studying in the office. How had I let this happen… how? I didn't think that I had that much to drink, but I was wrong… I hated this. I hated myself.