Zexion can talk, who knew?
The house was loud and packed. And it made me angry. Why did they have to come over here? Why couldn't they have gone to one of the other losers' houses? And he was just sitting there, munching on pizza, acting all innocent; when he was the reason I was so confused. What had that been? The flash of green and the smirk, it had been him, I know, but I was very reluctant to admit it to myself. It's hard to admit to yourself that the image that had made you orgasm had been that of a man after years of thinking you were straight. I mean it had only been one day of someone of the opposite sex hitting on me, and I was already having fantasies? Isn't that a little fast? Or maybe my sexuality had always been slightly wiggly and I just needed someone to prod me over the edge. But did it have to be him of all people? I mean sure he was attractive, I could see imprint of his six pack from where it hid under his threadbare shirt, and he was charming, but I mean isn't that how everyone got pulled in? Because by the sounds of it, he had no lack of partners. So did that mean I was just like everybody else? Or was it just that it had been a while since I had been attracted to anyone, or had anyone show allot of interest, so that someone being so blatant about it shocked me. That must be it, It can't be that I'm attracted to him in particular, I mean sure he had a nice body, and sure he had sultry eyes and a mouth that looked like it knew how to please, but he wasn't porno material or anything... right? Just as I pondered this, his tongue darted out and slowly licked some pizza sauce from where it had stuck itself ion the crevice of his lips. It made me swallow, and cross my legs. He caught my eyes and raised his eyebrows at me from across the table where my mom had insisted on fitting the whole family plus all of Demyx's friends, minus Sora. And of course he had sat right across from me, where he kept "accidentally" nudging my feet with his, or stroking up my leg as he moved his feet. He was a devious schemer. And it was working, and I hated him for it. But he didn't stop, on no he didn't. When I got up to put the dishes in the sink and he got to help, and "accidentally" pressed taut against my back because Luxord pushed him while I was depositing the dishes in the sink, I almost lost it. I felt him, all of him, against my back when he was pressed against me, and there seemed to be... allot... of him. I blushed. I mean who wouldn't right? And He smirked at me knowingly. I hate my life. He took advantage of the situation and leaned forward, whispering into my ear.
"Impressive isn't it Roxie? It's even better when it's hard." I chocked on my own spit then, elbowing him in the stomach to get him away while I hacked up a lung. I needed some liquor, and I needed it now. That or a tranquilizing dart. I scowled at him when I caught my breath and mumbled something about going upstairs to finish my homework. My mom gave me a concerned frown but I just shook my head and rushed down the hallway to the entrance, bounding up the stairs two at a time and slamming my door shut. Why had I turned into such a whore all of a sudden? Maybe he was right? Maybe they all did come crawling back at the end. Maybe I was no different than everybody else. Maybe all teenagers were just whores who couldn't keep it in their pants, and my angry denial had been wishful thinking that I was any different. But I was sure about one thing. I did not want to have sex with a guy who thought I was just another screw. Not when it would be my first time and he had had so many prior. I didn't want my first time to be poisoned by thoughts of the people he had fucked before me.
Wait, what the fuck was I saying, oh my God. Who am I? I don't like guys. I like girls. I'm not gay. I think that girls are hot, right? Those magazines had been a major turn on, right? For fuck sakes I had only met this guy this morning, and he was already making me question my sexuality? What the fuck was wrong with me? That's it, no more interaction with him. Avoid him at all costs. He's just another annoying classmate who doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. The only reason I was thinking so hard about him was because it's been a while since I've made out with anybody. Right? Yes. Right. So no more watching the way he smiles softly when people make jokes at the dinner table, like he isn't some load buffoon like he pretends to be. He's just another one of Demyx's idiot knew friends that is a pain to deal with. That's it that's all. A soft knock on my door broke me out of my thoughts, and sighing I got up and opened it. I was surprised to see Zexion standing on the other side, and not the Red-head I had been puzzling over all night.
"You okay" He tilted his head slightly in question. I sighed, inviting him in by gesturing with my arm before I took a seat on my bed.
"Yeah, just a little confused. Your friend Axel sure likes to mess with people's heads." I smirked and ran my hand through my hair, knocking it even more askew then it was naturally. He chuckled.
"Yeah, Axel can be like that. He had a fucked up childhood, so now he has a huge list of fun little issues. One of his favourite past-times is knocking cuties on their asses. Seems like you're his newest victim. I'd be flattered though if I were you. He seems to be expending more effort than normal. It must be frustrating him that he still doesn't have you. Or does he? He seems to be affecting a little more then you're letting on by the way you left after dinner." I scowled at his observations.
"I'm not gay. But If I were gay, I definitely wouldn't go for a guy like him. I don't want aids." He laughed softly at me.
"Yeah, he seems like he's screwed thousands, doesn't he? But I think he's only had sex with like 5 different guys, and the rest he just reels in and drops them. One guy hurt him pretty badly in the past, and he hasn't really recuperated since then, so it seems he's subconsciously made it his goal to hurt as many people as he can. But normally he doesn't go as far as to stalk to their homes. Normally he waits for them to come to him and lets them down hard. He might actually be interested in you for once." I puzzled over that for a couple of minutes, chewing on my lower lip in thought. He chuckled at my far off expression. "Well I can see you're deep in thought, but what do you think of gracing everybody down stairs with our presence. I think they were saying something about Kairi and Namine making brownies or something. "I smiled softly, breaking out of my thoughts, before nodding and following him out of the room. I smiled evilly before stopping him in the hallway just above the stairs by grabbing on to his arm.
"So, how long have you been in love with my brother for?" I smiled when his eyes opened wide and a blush graced his cheeks.
"Do you think he knows?" He stared at me, waiting for a response.
"No, But I think you should tell him, because I think the reaction you would get from him would make you very happy." I grinned at him and waggled my eyebrows at him suggestively, before passing him and making my way down the stairs. I glanced up on my way down and laughed when I saw him frozen with a look of surprise on his face. The downstairs was still full of idiots by the time I made it down, but the stupid red-head was nowhere to be found, I looked at the driveway, and noticed the van was still there, but he was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs behind me and turned to let Zexion know that his secret was safe with me until he was ready, only to find Axel standing where I had expected Zexion to be, Brow furrowed in thought. I froze in shock, how much had he heard. He glanced up caught my eye, and brushed past me coldly. I sighed, apparently he had heard enough.