Chapter Three:
Chomping is Fun

By nightfall Axel still wasn't gone. By then, Larxene had successfully moved into my room, and of course, Zexion and I argued back and fourth until Demyx stepped in, claming the stupid bookworm, but I was still pissed. That's why now I am currently crossing my arms over my chest, sitting in another spot in the living room because stupid Larxene stole my spot. Stupid bitch.

"Well I think it's time we eat, and since you guys must starve yourselves, because there's simply no food in your fridge, I say we all go over to Pizza Hut or Little Caesars." Axel announces.

"That's a stupid idea,"

"That's a wonderful idea!"

Both Zexion and I glare at each other.

"Zexion,"

"Roxas,"

Again, we both stop, as if letting each other speak, but our scowl darkens when we both stopped talking.

"Lets go! I'm starving," Larxene chirps up, jumping from the seat and immediately going to get whatever clothing she liked wearing out.

"You can stay home, Roxas, Axel can stay here to babysit you," Zexion says simply. Whoa whoa whoa, hold the fuck up. Axel... babysit... me!

"Fuck no!" Both Axel and I snarl. We shoot a look at each other before turning back to Zexion.

"Axel, the last time we brought you to the pizza place you tried to kill the guy over the counter," Demyx whines.

"And Roxas, if you want to be stubborn and not go out, then fine. Stay here." Zexion growls at me. My scowl turns deadlier as I keep staring at Zexion, and in the corner of my eye I can see Axel doing the same with Demyx.

"Lets go, bitches," Larxene shouts, as if she's not loud enough (pfft, a deaf man could hear her!) and walks over to the door.

"Just stay here, Axel, and-" Axel cuts Demyx off.

"It was my idea! I'm not babysitting this brat. Not unless...you pay me," Now, instead of a fiery glare, he now had a stupid, "I-just-screwed-you-over" smirk. Demyx frowns.

"Ughh... fine," The dirty-blonde mumbles, getting up, along with the bookworm. They say their goodbyes (I ignore them, of course) and then they're gone.

"Jeez, it's friggin dark outside." That stupid redhead notes, opening the blinds and looking out the window. I make a noise torn between a growl and a hum. He looks over at me, his bright green eyes turning amused into my own.

"Say, Roxy, you ain't afraid of a storm, are ya?" He says in a teasing voice. I glare at him.

"Roxy?"

"Yes, Roxy. Now are you going to answer my question?"

"No." And with that, I turn away from him, walking back to my room. Surprisingly, though, he leaves me alone. He left me alone for hours, and by the time it's midnight (the others left around eight?) I'm getting worried. Did Larxene go into crazy-bitch-mode already and murder them? Or were they mugged? Did they die?

Right about now I'm biting my fingernails, looking out the window. A storm had come, and it came with friends. The electricity looks close to going out, and the thunder is literally shaking the whole college, while the lightening is inching closer to the building I'm in. Jesus, if this storm doens't stop soon, I'm going to fucking scream bloody murder.

Out of the blue (or gray), three obnoxious, loud knocks come in contact with my door, successfully scaring the shit out of me. I let out a startled cry and turn to the door, but I mentally thank myself for locking it earlier.

"Hey, Roxy, can ya let me in?" I hear Axel's voice. It's slurred. I frown and walk over to the door, place my hand on the doorknob, but place my ear against the door's surface.

"Why should I?" I speak up.

"Be-Because," Is the only response I get. Should I open the door? I don't really want to, but...

Biting my lip, I unlock the door, and almost instantly I'm thrown back by the door bursting open. Thankfully, I catch the wall and take a deep breath before looking up and seeing Axel stumble into my room, a sick, twisted smirk on his face. His eyes are on me, almost with a crazed glint.

"It's storming," Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious, I think while watching the taller being, not moving at all, not even trying to breathe. Sometime about that look in his eye is scaring me. Before I know what is happening, he is stumbling over to me, too fast for me to jerk back, and he grips my shoulders, causing me to support both my and his weight.

"Are ya scared?" He breathes in my ear. I shudder and my eyes go narrow. What is that disgusting smell? It smells like...

"Axel, have you been drinking?" I almost shout, shoving him away from me. For a drunken bastard, he sure has a strong grip, succeeding in pulling me down on top of him. My face meets his chest. Ow, I think my nose just broke. Stupid Axel.

"Of course not, Roxy-baby," Axel says, wrapping his arms around me. I growl in disgust and squirm around, trying to tear his arms off as well as punch him, but he dodges the hits and lets his grip tighten around me so I can scarcely breathe.

"A-Axel, let me go," I snap.

"But I have you right where I want you," Those words cause shivers to run down my spine. He notices the distraction and flips us over so now he is straddling my waist and pinning my wrists onto the floor, "Yes, right where I want you,"

"Axel! You have two fucking seconds to get off of me!" I scream, clearly pissed off.

"But you're just so sexy bein' all angry like that," And just like that, he smashes his lips against mine in a sloppy kiss. I try squirming around, trying to fight against his hands, but those big paws are much too strong. Damn him!

Without any warning, he shoves his tongue into my mouth, exploring the warm cavern. That is it. That's fucking it!

As hard as I can, I chomp down on his tongue, and instantly he screams and pulls away. I taste blood. Oh the fuck well – he deserves it!

"Fuck," Axel cries out, but I don't turn to him. I notice he had gotten off of me and I jump up, speeding to the living room and grabbing the phone. I'm so gonna kill Zexion.

After a few rings, Larxene answers it.

"What the hell do you want?" She snaps into the phone.

"Larxene, where the hell are you guys!" I snap right back. She laughs quietly into the phone, causing me to growl and grit my teeth.

"Oh, well Demyx was being all prissy about the rain, and he didn't want to climb out of the car, so we got the pizza, but then there was this big sign that said God-knows-what, but I guess it was some kind of movie so Zexion parked inside of it and we just watched the movie in the car."

I don't answer. Instead, I groan and hang up, not even feeling like talking to her. There's a few bottles on the table, wet and empty. He must have left earlier while I was locking myself away in my room. Stupid asshole – at least he's away from me.

Sighing to myself, I relax on the couch, in my spot, and watch the hallway, waiting for Axel's figure to emerge out from my room, probably with a bloody mouth and a pissed off attitude. Yeah, well, he shouldn't have fucked with me.

To my surprise, though, thirty minutes pass and he doesn't come out. The thunder shakes the dorm again, frightening me. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, and then re-open them, looking around. No Axel. What is he doing? Oh shit, he's not going through my stuff, is he! I bet that bastard is looking through my boxers or something retarded like that! I'll kill him! I'll murder him with my bare hands!

Shooting up, I get halfway across the living room before I hear the shock of the lights and their out. The TV turned black, and the streetlights outside have turned off. I feel a shiver run up and down my spine as I turn to the window, seeing nothing but black. I look back to where I was just walking to, and it's very dim, so dim I can only make out walls, but that's it. Everything is else is black.

Shit...

Something in my stomach tells me to turn around, sit my ass down on the couch, and wait until the lights go back on before investigating. A bigger part of my stomach tells the smaller part of my stomach to shut the fuck up and go kick some ass. I think I hate both options, but I have to choose one.

Taking slow, cautious steps, I make my way over to my room and peek into the room. Axel isn't in the room. Where the fuck did he go? I swear if he left this room, I would've saw him, and even if he somehow escaped my line of vision, he only had Zexion and Demyx's room, along with the bathroom. That little wimp...

Rolling my eyes at his stupidity, I turn around and gasp, slamming my back against the wall.

"Heya, Roxy," Axel breathes, and I can barely make out the cold smirk on his face. He's drunk, right? How the hell can he even think straight with all the alcohol running up and flooding his brain (not like he has one, I assume).

"A-Axel," I whisper, glaring at him, but deep down inside I'm freaking the hell out. What do I do? What if he tries to kiss me again? What if I can't move?

After a moment of fighting with myself, I finally decided that if he tries anything, I can always bite him. Good ol' chomps on the tongue or skin never hurt me.

In fact, it's kinda fun to watch the other person suffer from the bite.

I know I haven't gotten five reviews, but I seriously had a writing fever last night. I forced myself not to post last night, but I just can't stand it! So, just because I'm nice (and irritated), here is chapter three!

Eh, I'm changing the review thing to whatever. I'd love it if I had more reviews without asking (or forcing). Besides, it's pretty simple - no reviews = no chapters.

Crap, I'm about to go into a rant. D; Please review! Or God-knows-what'll happen to this story. I might just trash it. Meh...