Chapter Nine:
Party Time!

"Demyx...!"

"You look fine!"

"I agree!"

"I look fine my ass!" And with that, I slam the door in their faces, not feeling one ounce of guilt.

"Roxxyyyy..."

"Stop being bitchy, Roxas." I make a face at Larxene's tone.

"Yeah, Roxas," Sora cuts in, "a dress isn't that bad! I mean, I wore one at Prom Night! C'mon, man, I was the Prom Queen!" It's an amusing thought, really, of Sora being a Prom Queen, but alas, it's true. He's even got pictures of himself in this ugly throw-up pink dress with a tiara.

"This isn't Prom, Sora! Hell, I don't even want to go!"

"Not to mention Axel's gonna be there," Demyx mumbles, causing a groan to escape my lips. That's the worst part of the party – Axel. Fucking redhead.

XXxxXXxxXX

Twenty minutes until the party.

Why I decided to wear the dress is beyond me. So, if you can, imagine a sixteen year old blonde kid, pretty small for his age, crulean eyes and wearing a fucking TIGHT blue dress that just has to have sparkles because Demyx wants me to look "pretty". It's surprising that I haven't castrated him. Hmm, maybe it's because I'm such a nice person, right? Yeah, thought so. Damn me and my nice-ness.

Sora, always butting into things, is coming as well. He apparently wants to meet Axel. Wants to "congradulate" him or something about my sex life- whatever Sora talked about. I kinda droned him out after he said "Axel". Ugh, fucking redhead.

"Let's go!" Larxene shouts in the quiet living room. Sora is pacing back and forth in the kitchen, eating whatever he gets his hands on, while Demyx is checking his appearance in the mirror. I am sitting on the floor, staring at the TV, almost drooling at how boring the stupid television has become. What happened to Ed, Edd, and Eddy? Or Courage the Cowardly Dog? Those episodes were so much more fucking better than any crap they put on now.

"No need for yelling, Larxene, I am sure we all have ears." The bookworm mumbles, closing his book on the couch. I make a face and turn to him- ew, he's dressed for the party. Well, isn't that nice?

"No emos allowed," I growl at Zexion, in which he returns with a dark scowl. Larxene cackles while Demyx, overhearing my comment, stomps into the room to slap me in the back of the head.

"Oww!" I whine, rubbing my hair, "Don't do that!"

"Don't be so mean!" The dirty-blonde complains. "Just because you're wearing a dress doesn't mean you get to act like a girl- no offence, Larxy,"

"I'm allowed to be as bitchy as I want because someone forced me to wear this ugly piece of fabric!" My eyes narrow at Larxene – the one that just happened to pick my dress out.

"You look pretty in it!" Demyx says, pouting, "And anyway, let's go! We'll be early, but I think there's some food there!" Sora jumps around happily while the rest of the group heads for the door. I grimace but sigh, getting to my feet as well and following them out the door.

XXxxXXxxXX

Oh God, this is embarrassing...

"Stop staring!" I snarl at a group of kids, who jump in surprise and hurry off. Annoying fucking kids. I'm well-aware that I'm wearing a dress – they don't have to point and laugh like idiots! My roommates split up, and now I'm sitting at one of the frilly tables, trying to grasp the ends of this dress and pull it over my knees. But I'm not just that lucky, huh? Instead, it's barely covering my ass, not to mention I just can't walk in these heels. How girls do it, I don't know.

The lights in the gymnasiam were out, and in replace came colored spot-lights that swings around, along with a random disco ball. We have a DJ, but DJ Dreads is a little creepy – I mean, damn, he has dreadlocks, and judging by his body figure, he could probably tear me in half with a flick of his wrist. Maybe that's why I'm at the table farthest from the man.

It's been fifteen minutes since the party has started. Even in fifteen minutes, it seems half the school already arrived and are dancing on the floor, grinding against each other to the music. It's sickening – what's even more sad is I don't believe there are any teachers here. Plus some kids put alcohol into the juice, so even innocent kids like myself might take a sip and get drunk.

Lucky for me, I saw them (Luxord being the one who did it) and I'm not daring to get drunk tonight.

"It's getting' late... I'm makin' my way over to my favorite place. I gotta get my body movin'; shake the stress away, I wasn't lookin' for nobody when you looked my way; possible canidate, yeah.."

I scrunch up my nose in disgust. Why this song? If anything, I hate Rihanna. Her music, anyway.

Beginning to relax, I slump over the table, resting my head onto the cold table-cover. Maybe I could take a nap for a few minutes...

Despicable me, huh?

I feel an arm slide around my shoulders, causing me to jump and look up. For a moment, all I can see is red-hair.

"Get your arm off me, Axel," I snarl, almost ripping his arm off. Soft laughter reaches my lips, even with the music blasting in my ears.

That doesn't sound like Axel.

"Well, aren't you just the cutest little thing?" My eyesbrows furrow and I squint at the man before me. His hair isn't spiked up, but instead lying down on his neck. He's got goggles on top of his forehead, but besides that he looks pretty identical to Axel. Well, except for those tattos under his eyes. They look kinda like boomerangs instead of upside-down teardrops.

While studying, I hadn't noticed he had gotten closer until I can practically feel his breath on my lips. With eyes widen, I stumble back in my chair and tip it over, falling right smack on my back.

"Oww.." I moan quietly. My head hurts, and my back feels a little sore.

"Hmm, you look like that kid Axel always talked about. Hah, isn't this gonna be fun?" Before I can say or do anything, my wrist is roughly taken in his hand, and he's dragging me through the sea of people. I manage to get to my feet, almost tumbling over again.

"Lemme go!" I shout, but the music blocks my voice.

He pulls me a rather lonesome corner of the gym, taking a look around before a smirk comes to his lips. It makes me uneasy. In seconds, his arms are wrapped around my waist, pulling me so close to him I can barely breathe, and begins rocking his hips against mine.

"Do you know what you just started? I just came here to party, but now we're rockin' on the dance floor actin' naughty, your hands around my waist, just let the music play, we're hand to hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face,"

A muffled moan crawls out out of my mouth while I squeeze my eyes shut. His free hand trails up my body, causing shivers to follow behind, and lips attack mine. Without warning, he shoves his tongue into my mouth. My legs feel like jelly. And I'm, unfortunately, getting turned on... rather fast.

His hips still grind close to mine – friction making us both pant.

"Ge-Get off... me...!" I breathe, pulling away from the kiss. I know my face is beet red. I also realize nobody listens to me, so obviously he presses his lips against my neck and begins nibbling at the bare skin. "I-I'm serious...!"

"Shut up," His voice is dangerous in my ear. It makes me shudder, but not in a good way. It almost makes me want to scream for help, but I don't want everybody to see me in a dress! Xigbar will surely laugh at me, and then I'll be called a fag and a girly man and it'll be just a big mess.

His hand slips under my tight dress and he gives my ass a firm squeeze, causing a shocked whimper to pass my lips. Whatever happened to my confidence, I don't know. I just want this... idiot to get away from me! I'd rather be with anybody right now; fuck, I'll even stay with Axel if it means I'll be away from this-

"St-Stop!" I yell; feeling his fingers play with the zipper on the back of my dress.

"Shut up!" In the next second, I find myself on the floor; a stinging in my cheek burning like fucking hell. With eyes widen, my fingers brush over the sensitive skin, and I can practically feel my blood under the skin. It burns. I think a bone is broken, but I'm not sure. Is that blood I taste? I pray not.

Without realizing it, he crawls on top of me, and by the time I realize what he's doing, he's already fumbling with the zipper.

"Do-Don't! H-Help!" I scream, shoving against the man above me. He pulls his arm back to punch me again, and I squeeze my eyes shut, embracing the crack in my injured cheek. It burns even more. Now I'm certain something is broken. I'm also certain that there's blood in my mouth. Tears sting my eyes and I open them, staring with fear at the guy. Still, nobody can hear me. I'm surprised nobody's noticed this. Maybe they're all blind...

Or maybe it's too dark.

I knew this was a bad idea.

Why did I come in the first place?

My friends left me.

Axel's nowhere to be seen.

And I'm about to get raped.

...Why is my life so fucked up?

The man above me successfully unzips my dress, and as he begins tearing the fabric off my skin, his body heat suddenly leaves. My eyes widen a little more as another redheaded figure shoves the rapist into the wall, and even with a new song playing, much louder than the other, I can quite distinctively hear a pop!

The newer redhead throws a punch, and the first one doubles over, but begins fighting back. Oh sure, the crowd doesn't notice me, but when there's a fight, all attention is turned there. Even the music has lowered.

By now there's a crowd all around the two redheads and myself.

"You fucking idiot!"

"What the fuck are you talking about!"

"Who said you had permission to touch him!"

Punch. Kick. Shove.

"Why the fuck would you even care, Axel? You said it yourself – you don't care about the brat- Rox-ass, or whatever the hell his name is,"

Ever had that heavy weight in your chest. The one that makes you feel like nothing is possible anymore?

Yeah, I think I'm feeling that now.

"You don't know anything, Reno!"

"Hah! So why did you tell me and Larxy you were gonna-" Before the first redhead can continue, the second one punches him again. Teachers rush into the gym and once they see what's happening, I can hear them running over to break up the fight.

"Shut the fuck up, Reno!"

I watch as Vexen the Mexican pulls the one named Reno away from Axel. Another teacher grabs Axel from behind and restrans him from doing anymore damage.

"Out, all three of you!" Xemnas's voice booms. I look up and see my principal behind me, looking pissed as fuck. He's eying me, probably not used to seeing me with tears in my eyes.

Silently, I pull myself to my feet and shove pass kids.

"Roxas," Sora calls out to me. I feel his hand clamp down on my shoulder, but I shrug it off and lean down, undoing the heels throwing them behind me.

Before I leave the gym, I hear Axel. He sounds hurt. He sounds... I'm not sure...

"Roxas...?"

A/N: Not amused with this chapter.

This chapter wasn't as funny as I planned it to be. ]: It's horrible. Too much angst. -sighs and smacks forehead- There's a reason why I started We Sleep Forever, and not just because of the threesome - it's angst story! I meant to put all my angst on that story so none of it would seep into this story. :\

Anyway as for the contest, no one won because no one got it right (more or less one person commented on the contest) D; Jeez, guys, ya'll are no fun if you don't enter the contests or something.

So, right, review?