Wherein Roxas gets Hot and Sweaty
It had been ten minutes, ten minutes, and I had decided I wanted to discover what eternal peace felt like, anything to get away from these people. I was stuck in the middle seat of the back row of the van, in between Demyx and Zexion, and I swear if they kept giving each other sly looks while the other wasn't watching, I was just going to take their hands and slam them into each other's crotches. I mean come on, there's only so much lovey-dovey-ness one person can handle. Axel was in the driver's seat, completely ignoring my presence, which I guess was a blessing in a way, but it also made me wonder about his motives. In class he was driving me crazy, and here, I didn't exist. What the hell was up with this guy? He was also smoking like a chimney, blowing half the smoke out the window, the other half permeating throughout the car. Mindless Self Indulgence's Molly was blasting from his speakers, the idiot gang were being rowdy throughout the rest of the van, and I just really wanted to feel the salvation of solid ground under my feet. Axel turned a corner and I held on for dear life, squinting my eyes and holding my breath, clinging onto the bottom of the seat. And then I caught his eye in the rear view mirror, he was smirking, watching my reaction, and then I realised. This was all on purpose, He wanted to see how much it would take to throw me over the edge of insanity, how much it would take before I blew up in his face. I scowled at him, and his smile widened, blowing the smoke from his cigarette onto the mirror, clouding my vision for a couple of seconds. When the smoke cleared again, he was watching the road intently, in his own little world, head bobbing subconsciously to the beat of the music. His tattoos stood out even more in the shadowy interior of the van, where his hair darker and his skin even more pale. Almost gaunt, almost sick. I look around the floor of the van and noticed the various debris scattered around. Empty cigarette packs and cans from used energy drinks. But one thing stood out to me. There was a tiny little baggy on the ground of the van, and upon closer examination, I discovered that it had the remnants of some plant in the bottom. I froze when I realised what it was. HE DOES POT!! I stared at him in the rear-view mirror once again, but this time he didn't meet my gaze. Upon further reflection, I guess I would've kind of expected him to do it, if I had thought about it. He seemed the time to bring weed brownies to the bake-sale, just to get a good laugh when a good chunk of the population got high off of them. I glared at him. Does he have any morals? Smoking, Weed, Energy Drinks, from the way he was treating me earlier, casual sex. No wonder this guy looked so pale and skeletal, did he even have any parental figures? I mean I'm not saying I'm a goody goody or anything, I've smoked before, chocked on it so badly I threw up though, and I've done weed with Hayner before, but I've never done it in access. And I'm a virgin. Yes I know, I'm ashamed to admit it most of the time, cause these days, most people lose it at around 17. But I just was never that attracted to the girlfriends I've had. A couple of them hinted at it, but I just never felt like I wanted to. And here's Axel, almost the complete opposite of me. He must know I'm a virgin, maybe that's why he bugged me. Maybe I have an aura that screams out virgin, and so he feels like screwing with me, or just screwing me, I'm not sure which. Either way, the attempts were not appreciated. I mean, I've never even kissed a boy, let alone thought about fucking one. Or being fucked by one. Eek, I felt my cheeks turning slightly pink at that thought. We turned into the driveway of my quirky little house, and out came mom, covered in paint, smiling serenely.
"Hello, wow there's an army of them, Demyx you failed to mention how many of them there would be. I guess its Pizza tonight." She laughed when the delinquents started piling out of the van at an alarming rate. They all started filing into the house and I scowled. My house was being invaded by idiots. I lingered at the back of the group, feeling uncomfortable with so many strangers in my house, and watched as Axel and my mother had a short conversation, before Axel starting bounding up the stairs towards the quad level of the house, my level, where my room was. I hate my life. I followed behind him at a slower pace, sighing in relief when I heard the bathroom door upstairs click shut. Cloud came out of the middle level bathroom just as I was passing the floor.
"You going to be okay there Roxie, you look like you're going to have an attack." He chuckled softly and I scowled with him.
"Cloud, I just spent 10 minutes in a van surrounded by a bunch of idiots, how do you think I feel?" I stomped the remainder of the way up the stairs, like a spoiled brat, yes, and slammed the door to my bedroom, falling face first onto the pillows of my bed. The toilet in the bathroom connecting mine and Sora's rooms flushed, and I groaned and hid my head further in my pillows.
"Why does the world hate me?" I groaned and threw my pillow in a random direction.
"Whoa there, that was close" I jumped when the voice chuckled softly from the direction of the bathroom, and spun quickly so I was face up on my bed.
"Get Out Of My Room." My voice was cold, and hard, and left no margin for bargaining. Or so I thought. He just stood there, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, hands in pockets, smirking at me.
"Yeah, well make me. Cause I quite enjoy the view." He leered at me suggestively. I looked down, my shirt had ridden up, showing the beginnings of my tiny little four-pack, and my pants had ridden down, showing the top of by boxers. I quickly righted my clothing, but by the time I looked up again, he was making his way towards me smirking.
"I could help you with that if you'd like, it so much better when you're not restricted by clothing." I scowled at him and put my pillow in front of me, by way of protection.
"Get out now, or I'll make it so that you'll never have any kind of sex drive ever again." He laughed at me and winked before heading towards my bedroom door.
"See you later kiddo, going to go hang out with the big boys." And then he was gone, the door shutting behind him. I sighed in relief. I walked to my door and flipped the lock before once again collapsing face first onto my bed. Why does the world hate me? Why does it feel the need to torture me on my first day of school to such an extreme? I glanced at my clock. 4 o'clock, time to go out for a run. I slipped out of my jeans and shirt into a pair of shorts and a ratty t-shirt and slipped on my runners. Hopefully going for a jog would help clear my head a smidge.
My run was relaxing and blissfully uneventful. I returned to the house at around 4:30, slipped off my shoes upon entering the house, raced up the stairs and turned on the shower before stripping and jumping in. The water on my tired body was nice and relaxing. I let myself just melt into it before I started cleansing myself from the sweat such a work-out had produced. And then I started thinking about the things that Axel had said, and about girls. I furrowed my brows in annoyance. I started picturing the girls I had seen in the few porn magazines Hayner and Pence had snuck form their father's supplies. Big Pouty lips, and full perky breasts. I grabbed on to myself and started stroking myself rhythmically, feeling myself getting harder through the motions. I squeezed some soap from the bottle onto my hand, braced myself on the wall of the shower, and started pumping myself up and down, picking up the pace. The soap lathered up under my movements and I felt my hips start to twitch as I started getting closer. I threw my head back, gasping as the sensations started getting more intense, and started rocking my hips in rhythm of the movement of my hand. I felt the build up getting closer, and closer, and I gasped and hitched in my breath in pleasure. The edge was so near I could feel myself at the edge of falling over it. The vision of the busty broad in my mind changed for a second, and all I saw was crystal green eyes and smirking lips, and I fell off the edge, Head touching the tile of the shower wall as I rode out the orgasm to the end. I washed myself off, and tried really hard not to think about whose eyes those were, and whose lips were smirking so tauntingly. Because if I did, I know it wouldn't be hard to figure out and that just was not something I wanted to deal with any time soon. It would mean that he had been successful in affecting me, and that would mean he won.