Chapter 4: This Is Just Too Much...

"You're late!" Xion whispered to me as I slid into the seat next to her.

"I know, I know," I whispered back. Our Art teacher, Ms. Renolds, was still writing the assignment on the board so I knew she hadn't seen me come in. "Has she taken the attendance yet?"

"Nope!" Xion said. "You're safe!"

I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."

Xion let out a giggle and leaned her head on her hand as she looked at me. "So…"

"So…?" I looked over at her in confusion. "So what?"

"What took you so long? You're like never late to Art!"

"Oh." I looked down as I spread my materials out in front of me. "I…ran into someone."

"Seifer?" she asked, her arm falling to the table.

"Yes?" I said hesitantly. "But then someone else, too."

"Who?"

"A friend of my brother's."

"Sora's friend? Who?"

"No, Cloud's," I told her. I knew she didn't know Cloud very well so she would also have no idea who Axel was.

"Oh," she said, tapping her fingers on the table. "Okay then. So…did you have any trouble with Seifer?"

"No," I told her. "Axel, Cloud's friend, helped me."

"Well, that's good." I could practically see the relief flowing off of her. "Seifer's such a bully."

"Yeah, I know." I opened my mouth to say something else, but closed it again as Ms. Renolds turned around.

"Okay, class. Today's lesson is on Pointillism. Can anyone tell me what Pointillism—"

Ms. Reynolds was cut off mid sentence as the classroom door swung open, and all eyes turned to see what had caused the disturbance. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"No way…" I whispered. Xion tapped me on the shoulder, but I barely felt it as I stared at the new person.

"Heya," Axel greeted Ms. Renolds who gave him a confused look.

"May I help you?" she asked as she turned to face him.

"The name's Axel Price. I'm your new intern helper!"

I'm sure the whole room heard my jaw hit the floor.

The redhead just grinned as the teacher stared back at him. "Oh, um…well," she cleared her throat to get rid of the surprise in her voice, "there's a seat in the back of the room that you can sit in. Next to Roxas. Roxas! Raise your hand please."

It took longer than I thought for the order to click and right as I moved my arm to raise it, Axel said, "Don't worry about it, Ms. R! Me and Roxas know each other all ready."

I blinked and tried to gather my thoughts as Axel walked towards me, not even phased by the collection of eyes following him, and sat down in the seat next to mine. "Hey, Mini-Strife," he said to me.

"H-hi," I said back. I felt my face grow hot as I blushed. Why the hell was I blushing?! It's not like me and Axel hadn't talked before. Of course, back when he saved me from Seifer, I was a little too distracted by my situation to actually analyze him, but with him sitting less an arm's length away, right next to me would allow plenty of time for that.

Ms. Renolds cleared her throat and gave Axel and me a look before starting to talk. "Class, as you probably heard Mr. Price say, he is the new Art intern I was telling you about last week." Now that she mentioned it, I did vaguely remember her saying something about an intern. Then again, I had probably tuned her out thinking about Seifer. "So let's all do our best to make him feel welcome."

"They're not in elementary school, Ms. R," Axel piped up. "They can ignore me for all I care." He propped his feet up on the chair in front of him and flipped open a notebook. "Well, have at it, Teach!"

I could tell Ms. Renolds wasn't taking too kindly to Axel laid back attitude. After all, she was one of the strictest teachers in the school. But she did continue on with her lesson after giving Axel a look that he just grinned at. "Now, as I was saying. Can any of you tell me what Pointillism is? Mr. Key?"

I only vaguely heard her call on me. I was too focused on those gorgeous green eyes staring at his notebook.

"Mr. Key!"

"Huh? What?" I turned my attention back to Ms. Renolds and blinked in confusion.

"Pointillism?" she repeated, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Oh, uh," I glanced down at my desk hoping to find the answer there. No dice. I hadn't even opened my book yet. "Um…" I said again. I heard someone cough next to me and turned my attention to Axel who was discreetly holding up his notebook towards me. The top of the page said "Pointillism" in big letters followed by a definition that I read over quickly in my mind before giving my answer. "A form of art where an artist uses dots or points to create a larger picture?"

Ms. Renolds frowned before giving me a slight nod. "Correct. Now Pointillism was created in…"

As Ms. Renolds kept ranting, I looked over at Axel and mouthed a thank you. He replied with a wink and a thumbs up…which once again made me blush like mad. Having Axel in my class was going to make things interesting.

Art and the next two classes ended quickly and soon the school day had come to an end as well. I hadn't seen Axel since Art which, surprisingly, kinda upset me. Of course, It was hard to focus on being upset about Axel when I was currently on my knees in front of Seifer in the football locker room. It hadn't taken him long to find me…he knew my basketball team's practice schedule almost as well as I did. So, as luck would have it, I passed by the football locker room, as per the usual, and was suddenly grabbed, dragged away, and then pushed onto my knees once Seifer had gotten me away from anyone's view. Which lands me in the situation I'm in right now.

Seifer slowly undid his belt as he smirked down at me. "I believe you owe me something today, kid."

My body shivered as he slid his belt off through the loops on his jeans, but I wasn't sure if it was from anticipation or fear. "I…I thought that was later s-since you know, I was coming over…and stuff," I stammered, trying to think of an excuse to not suck him off today.

"Ha!" Seifer laughed as he undid the button on his pants. "Course it is. But you owe me for us getting interrupted so many times." He dropped his jeans and boxers to the ground, exposing his cock, then rested his hands on the back of his head. "Now suck."

I stared dumbly at him. Was he serious?! He seriously expected me to give him a blowjob in the middle of the locker room? As if that would happen!

"I said suck, Key!" I yelped when Seifer grabbed my hair and he took the opportunity to force himself in my mouth. I instinctively began sucking on Seifer's head the way I had many times before. But this time was different. This time, I had a sinking, almost painful feeling in my stomach like I wasn't supposed to be doing this…like I was betraying someone else. Who, though, I couldn't put my finger on. Xion? Sora? No, it wasn't my best friend or even my brother I was thinking of. Sure, they were in my thoughts, but they were not the ones who were making my stomach twist in knots as I continued to suck Seifer off. So who was it?

"Roxas…" Seifer moaned, bringing my attention back to what I was doing. His grip on my hair suddenly tightened and he roughly pushed my head forward again, forcing me to deep throat him. My gag reflex kicked in and I immediately pushed him away and went into a coughing fit. No sooner had I pulled away from Seifer, my head made contact with the linoleum…hard.

I whimpered and started to lift my head up, but Seifer had his foot resting on my head. "Y'know…that really wasn't smart, Roxas," he said, pushing down with his foot lightly. "I thought we had fixed that reflex of yours long ago."

"I-it's not my fault," I choked out. The pressure on my head was starting to increase and there was a black haze that was forcing its way across my vision. I knew at this rate I would lose consciousness, but I couldn't move to get Seifer moved away.

"Roxy!" a voice from outside of the locker room suddenly filled the air and Seifer removed his foot from my head. "Roxy!" the voice called again.

"Damn it," Seifer hissed before fixing his clothes and kneeling down next to me. "That brother of yours is getting in the way too much, Roxy. We'll finish this tonight at my house." I whimpered lightly as I watched him step over me and make his way out the back door of the locker room.

"Roxy!" Sora called again. "Where are you? Coach is looking for you!"

I shakily forced myself onto my knees and tried to get my head to stop spinning to no avail. My head was pounding and I could taste blood on my face from when I hit the ground after Seifer punched me. I'd have to figure out exactly where it was coming from later. Grabbing onto the doorknob, I slowly brought myself to my feet and panted. If just this small bit of effort left me this much out of breath, there was no way I was going to be able to go through with practice. Finally steadying myself as much as I possibly could, I opened the door and stumbled out. Sora was facing away from me, but when he heard the locker room door close, he turned around.

"Roxas!" Sora ran to my side and quickly pulled my arm across his shoulders to help support me. "Rox, what happened?"

I honestly don't even know why Sora asked that question. There was only one person that ever hurt me this bad, and he knew it. And that's what I told him. "Do…do you even…have to ask?" I rasped out amidst the pounding in my skull.

"Seifer?"

I opened my mouth to reply and instead went into another coughing fit. Right at that time, Riku and Hayner came jogging out of the gym. "Roxas!" they said in unison as they took in the sorry state I was in.

"We have to get him home," Sora choked out. As much as he was trying to hide it, Sora's voice was breaking. He was on the verge of tears, and I knew it…so did Riku.

"I'll take him," I heard Riku say. The world was beginning to fade into black again, and I was only barely conscious of Riku picking me up. He said something else, but to me, it all sounded like a low mumble. But before I completely lost consciousness, I was able to make out only a few words that were uttered above me: "Seifer is going to pay."