Rookie
Chapter Four - Day Four
Don't hate me for Zexion. Please don't hate me for Zexion. I promise, he gets better in the sequal. :D
--
Friday September 11
Day Four - First period
--
Another morning without the fiery redhead. But it had been Roxas who forced the elder away, hiding before Axel could get close to him again.
Even just thinking of Axel made Roxas' face turn red and his head spin. He wasn't allowed to like the redhead in any way, shape or form. Not even as a friend. It was just ... not right. In his mind anyway. But he couldn't help the fire that burned in his stomach whenever he even glimpsed crimson in the halls or around his house. He just couldn't help it. The redhead was growing on him. Although, he knew for certain that he did not love him.
No matter what Axel said to him. He did not love the elder teen.
"Hey, Roxas, are you alright? You look as though you have a fever or something."
The blushing blonde glanced over to the speaking slate-haired teen. Zexion; an acquaintance that he had known since he was in the first grade, blinked in concern. The two were on speaking terms, but it wasn't like Roxas was going to throw all of his deepest, darkest secrets out to the elder teen.
"I'm fine... It's just that ..." He was not going to confide in the elder teen.
"What is wrong, Roxas? Anything you wish to say, I am willing to listen."
What was it about this teen that forced Roxas into a calm mood? His fidgeting and blushing died down considerably and the end of his pen drifted away from his nibbling teeth. Cerulean orbs dusted over the slate-haired teen, taking in the visible lip piercing, skin-tight black shirt and frayed denim jeans. He knew Zexion and had even worked on a few projects with him in earlier years. He knew the boy was to be trusted. But still, he wasn't going to be some stuck-up chick talking about his love life!
"I ... I'm in a bit of a rut." He was not doing this. Not right now! Not in the middle of Science class! Not to someone who he didn't even speak to outside of class! Not to someone that secretly stole hungry glances at him without him supposing to know!
"What sort of rut?" Zexion pressed, ignoring the lecture from a bouncing Ms. Kisaragi, giving the smaller blonde his entire attention. Roxas felt that blush creeping back up into his cheeks. He wasn't going to say anything more. He shouldn't. He wouldn't. But he had to.
"I ... Have you heard of Axel yet?"
"That creepy senior that cannot keep his grimy paws off of you? Don't tell me you actually like him?!"
A look of shocked disgust crossed the elder teen's face as he gasped. Roxas slammed his eyes shut, groaning slightly. He knew he shouldn't have said anything.
"He's not that big of a creep. But he is starting to get on my nerves. Of course I don't like him! It's only been three days!"
Roxas couldn't believe the words that were escaping past his lips. Zexion seemed to consider something, the cogs in his mind clinking together quickly to formulate a plot. Roxas envied him. The slate-haired teen judged everything he said before the thought even formed in his mind. Thin lips moved slowly, unsure.
"Why don't ... me and you ... become ... an item? That would ... get him away from you, right?"
It was the most unsure Roxas had ever heard Zexion. The question itself didn't register in his mind. He couldn't get over the grammar and tone.
"Boys? Anything you'd like to share with the rest of us?"
-
Day Four - Lunch
-
So baby ...
Roxas groaned, not comprehending why he hadn't just turned his phone off by now. So baby keep my heart beat b-beat beat beating, you're the sole reason I keep believing we're gonna die like this you know oh oh oh. Again that tune rang out. Tenth time since the beginning of lunch, five minutes ago. And again. Roxas was about ready to slam his phone into the wall.
"Why not just answer it?"
The voice by his ear startled the younger teen. "I don't want to satisfy him." Roxas lied. No, the reason he hadn't answered to the redhead's call was because he couldn't satisfy him. Not anymore. He felt such undeniable guilt that it was eating away at him. The song echoed from his pocket once more, muffled slightly by the material.
"Rox-as, I hear it playing, why won't you pick up?!" A famillair voice cried from around the corner that the blonde was leaning against. Roxas backed into the teen beside him. "Mmm, my Rox-as. Wait, who're you?"
Roxas slammed his eyes shut once more, forcing himself to be as small as possible against the slate-haired teen. Axel glared at Zexion as the younger student wrapped skinny arms around the blonde's waist, pulling him closer protectively. The touch almost made fire fly across the blonde's skin. But this feeling was a numb fraction compared to the heat that Axel would leave behind.
"Axel ... I want you to .... meet my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? Roxas, what are you talking about? When did this happen?"
"Quite some time ago. Now, Axel, was it? Please stay away from my Roxas. I do not appreciate his being defiled while I am away." Zexion stated coldly, glaring at the much taller redhead, no fear showing on his calm - but slightly agitated - features. Axel was shaking, his fists balled, his breathing labored. Students walking by noticed and decided it best to pick up the pace.
"R-Roxas, May I ... May I please speak with you? Alone?"
Roxas backed farther into the skinny teen that was only a month or two his elder. He felt safer in those arms. Only hell knew what Axel would do with him if he ever got the two of them alone together again. A soft, delicate kiss was laid on his cheek for reassurance.
A flame beating somewhere deep in his chest, Roxas followed the redhead, slipping slowly, regrettably from the slate-haired teen. Already he felt so attached. But that was just to get rid of Axel, right? That's the only reason he and Zexion were even going out?
Axel jarred to a halt, ripping around on his heel, gripping Roxas by his shoulder and holding him steady against the wall. It was only then that the blonde realized he had been led to the stairs where he had his first kiss, only just yesterday.
"You've never said you had a boyfriend, Roxas."
"You never asked." He just let himself go. He didn't care now if the redhead hated him or not. It would be easier on them both if Axel felt nothing but hatred. Although somewhere deep down, Roxas knew that he could never be hated by the elder teen.
"I think you should have mentioned it."
"Well, I didn't."
"So this whole time, you've been leading me on?"
"You've been leading yourself on. And what should it matter? It's only been three days."
A tremble shook his spine as he saw Axel's lip curl in a snarl and felt himself shake under the redhead's pressure on his shoulder. Never before had he felt so small than in the wake of this person that could easily kill him with just a quick movement of skilled fingers.
"You instantly think I'll fall in love with you or some sick thing like that just because you 'rescued' me from that Seifer dude, even though you're the one that put me in danger in the first place? You're kidding, right?"
Hurt was evident in the redhead's features.
"Rox ... I'm just some common whore to you, aren't I?" A nod from the blonde. "You deserve so much better than me. If that's what you think ... If that's what you want ... I'll leave you alone. But Rox, remember, if you ever need me, I'm never far away."
Roxas could feel the hurt and sadness radiating from the redhead. He knew what was coming before it happened and his heart was fluttering up in his throat. Axel leaned closer, slowly dusting his lips over Roxas'. A wave of sickness rolled in the blonde's stomach and it took everything in his power to remain emotionless as his body wanted to respond to the fire ripping through him. How he wanted to just scream for the redhead not to leave him! Oh, how he wished Axel's name would be whispered from his lips.
But he still didn't love Axel. It just wasn't right.
Much too soon for his liking, Axel pulled away, backing slowly, shakily from the frozen blonde. "I-I'll ... be anywhere you need me, Rox." And he disappeared around the corner in much the same fashion as Roxas had less than twenty-four hours previously.
--
"Hey, babe. You okay? I went and got you a cookie. I hope you like it."
"I-I'm ... not hungry."
"Going to tell me what happened?"
Roxas shook his head, sidling into the slate-haired teen's embrace on the floor, back against the wall. "You'll be okay, Roxas. You're strong. That's one of the attributes I admire most about you." The blonde blushed, gazing at the tiled floor in front of them. "You are strong," Zexion repeated.
He ruined the flaming tingle that lined Roxas' lips. Zexion turned the younger so that he was looking into those beautiful cerulean orbs and inched his lips forward. They collided, meshed, brushed and Roxas couldn't suppress the shudder rocking his body, although it was a shudder of disgust, not pleasure.
He wasn't in love. Nor was Zexion or Axel.
All anyone wanted from him was his body.
Why did he let them?
--
"Roxas? Roxas, oh my God, is that you? It can't be you, Roxas."
Roxas had been moved from his boyfriend's lap and already said boyfriend was roving his hands over his clothed body, lips meeting in a feverish kiss. The voice barely forced Zexion to back off of the blonde but he did as he was told as Roxas shoved him off to gaze up at his two best friends.
"H-Hayner .. Pence ... Y-You guys ..."
"This mean you're over Axel, now? We can go back to being friends?"
Something broke in Roxas' chest. So they really had deserted him. And if he failed to hold off the redhead? What then? Would they leave him again?
To keep his mind off the thought, blue orbs flitted down to entwined fingers. "What's that?" He asked, nodding to the two. Pence squawked and hid behind the elder teen, shoving his head into Hayner's back. Hayner smirked, raising their hands.
"It's the stuff that me and Pence had to work out yesterday. Would have told you sooner but you were being a lovesick prick."
"Screw you, man. You try being in my position."
Zexion huffed indignantly, obviously wishing the two would leave so he could go back to his long-awaited make-out session. Roxas ignored him, shifting to kneel in front of his two best friends. "That's still really great though! I'm so happy for you! Tell me all about it!"
Hayner laughed, pulling Pence forward, the black-haired teen blushing as he shook. "Th-there isn't much to tell..." He was forced to squeak, gaining a peck on the cheek from Hayner.
"You're too cute, babe."
"Mmm, as is my Roxas. If you two do not mind, I would like to finish what I have started, before class begins again."
Three sets of eyes turned to gape at the slate-haired teen. Hayner was the first to regain composure. A glower set firmly on the disturbance, the elder blonde gripped his love's hand tighter, pulling him away with a swift goodbye to a dumbfounded Roxas.
"Wh-what was that all about? Am I not allowed to talk to my friends? And get your hands off me. We've been going out for a couple hours, not a few weeks!"
"What is time when you are such a God, Roxas?"
The blonde was silenced as lips crashed into his once more, a hand going to his shoulder to force him onto the floor while the other played with the hem of his shirt. "Z-Zexion, stop, please! This is wrong! We're in school! Anyone would be able to see!" Roxas cried out, feeling those fingers brush against his skin.
"Which is why your ass is safe.... for now."
--
Day Four - After school
--
Roxas found himself sobbing on the stairs, his body convulsing as though he had been thrown into a pool of ice cubes. The day crashed over him and he felt like he was going to be sick.
--
To Be Continued
--
So, yeah, like I said, no hating me or Zex, please? Poor, heartbroken Axel. :D
~xbuttonsx~