Chapter Three: What the fuck is a Sugar Dumpling?
Bad things tend to happen during lunch time, I've noticed. Everything bad this week has happened during lunch, or well maybe bad things happen when Roxas is around. I think that is better, more true actually. I sigh and stare at Larxene, one of Roxas' friends or something. I don't know, she's been standing by my lunch table talking to me but I haven't been listening, I think it's better if I don't.
"Yo, Martinez are you listening?" and I'm snapped back into the realm of the living because she tugs on my red bangs, hard.
"Ow, what?" I hiss and rub at the sore spot now starting on my scalp. I glare up at her and she rolls her eyes at me.
"Roxas wants you to come to his house party on Saturday, I was going to ask if you're busy but judging by your track record…I doubt you are," she says, waving her hand around in the air by her head. I glare at it, and then move my glare towards her thin face.
"If he wants me to come, why doesn't he just ask me?" I growl and she rolls her eyes at me, resting her hip against the edge of the table. Naminé,I realize is blushing and her eyes are stuck to the girl. I raise an eyebrow but the small blonde looks back down to her sketchpad quickly.
"Don't you know, he has football practice during lunch on Wednesdays," she rolls her eyes looking at me like I'm some unworthy worm on a boiling sidewalk.
"Oh, yeah. It must have slipped my mind when I was memorizing his schedules," I say, and put my hand flat on my chest.
"A smart ass huh?" she says and narrows her eyes at me, I catch the vibe that she wants to punch me in the face and I leer at her, extending my neck towards her and she looks disgusted.
"So I've been told," she glares at me and I actually feel like flinching but I hold my ground and take the glare like a man.
"I'll tell him, to personally invite you himself then," she says and turns walking away, an arrogant sway in her hips.
I catch Naminé watching the girl as she walks away, a wistful look in her eyes but before I have a chance to ask her what's wrong, I hear a shrill cry right by my ear. I jump away from the sound, and for the third time this week I spew milk out of my nose. I stick my index finger into my ear because it's fucking ringing!
"Axel you cannot be invited to the Saturday party!" It's freaking Kairi, and she looks like she's about to have a heart attack and a seizure at the same time.
"Well, I guess I am," I say smirking at my sister, and wiping my nose with the back of my sleeve. She glares at me, bending at the waist and coming nose to nose with me.
"You better not embarrass me with your freaky-ass stupidity!" she hisses and I smirk, rubbing my nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss that the entire cafeteria sees. She pulls away and looks at me like she's about to vomit.
"Whatever do you mean sister dearest? Am I not good enough for your high class friends?" I say batting my eyelashes and she glares at me. She's probably jealous because my make up is better then hers.
"You are such a fucking idiot! I hate you!" she screams and storms out of the cafeteria, her girl posse following after her to make sure her make up doesn't run if she cries. Zexion looks at me and I turn to stare at him.
"What?" I ask and he shakes his head slowly.
"Are you actually going to that party?" he asks softly and Naminé lifts her head, interest obviously peeked.
"Yeah, I don't see why not?" I reply and shrug, taking a few sips from my milk and savouring it's smooth taste on my tongue. Naminé's already cleaned the nose milk from the table top.
"It's going to be a house filled with dozens of the idiots you claim to despise, for hours on end. Do you want to put yourself in that predicament?" He asks and I roll my eyes, still sipping on my milk happily. Nothing can ruin milk for me, nothing.
"I plan on ruining as much of that night as I can. Plus, I'm Roxas' boyfriend…I wouldn't be very supportive if I didn't show up to his party," I say with a nonchalant shrug, Naminé looks at me and again I feel uneasy.
"I think you're starting to like him," she says and my eyes almost bug out of my head.
"What! No…Naminé I…I couldn't…he's a jerk," I say and stare at something over her boney shoulder. She shifts until she's in my line of vision again and I sigh dejectedly.
"Axel, you can lie to yourself, to those social workers and psychiatrists you see, but you can't lie to us," she says and I hear Zexion close his book. I vaguely wonder why the hell Demyx isn't here, he'd back me up for sure.
"It's obvious you harbour some sort of feelings for Mr. Anderson, or else you wouldn't put up with these humiliations," he says after Naminé and I feel like a cornered animal. So I do what any scared animal would do, I take our my claws and bare my teeth.
"I do not like Roxas, I hate him. I have since the first day I saw him, and the only reason I'm going along with this is so that you guys don't get the shit beat out of you everyday! Notice how no one's beat you up once this week? Yeah, you're fucking welcome!" I say angrily and stand, leaving the lunch table and ignoring their calls for me to come back.
They are so ungrateful…or maybe I'm being a bit of an idiot. I mean, they are right but I can't let them know that. I would be such a hypocrite! I can't admit to actually liking Roxas, that would be stupid of me.
I groan as I find myself wandering towards the stupid field at the back of the school. I step out into the cool air anyways and breathe deeply. It seems that the football team is done their practice and already moved back into the school, probably showering or whatever they do after practice. I groan again as I imagine a wet and naked Roxas, rubbing himself all over…and for fuck sakes!
I pat down my pockets in search for my squished pack of cigarettes (a bad, nervous habit) and realize with a pained moan that I left them in my locker. I stare up at the sky, but not really thinking about anything. Well, that's actually impossible, aren't people like thinking all the time? At least, I know my mind is never blank, though there are so many days that I wish it was. So many times I've wished to forget everything and just not be able to think at all.
I roll up my sleeves and stare down as the marks on my wrists. I run my fingers over the raised flesh and scowl at the slightly off colour of the ring shaped scars that wrap all around and the lines that draw strange, unrecognizable patters along my pale forearm never to be erased. I guess I'll never be able to forget completely.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Martinez," I hear from somewhere off to the side and I tug down my sleeves quickly turning to scowl at the teen who just ruined my moment of solitude. Only to see that it's Seifer and his goons
"Back off Seifer," I growl and the boy saunters over to me, looking at me and then his eyes shift down to my re-covered arm.
"What were you looking at?" he asks with a nasty grin on his face, I can tell he's planning something in that fat head of his.
"Nothing," I mutter and turn to walk back into the school, but he grabs my hood and tugs me harshly to the ground. I scramble to get up but Rai, this huge beast of a dude, is stomping on my back and pushing me into the muddy ground.
"Common Axel, you can tell us! We're buddies!" Seifer says nastily and I try to arch up and get the heavy foot off my spinal cord. He only pushes down harder.
"Get the hell off me you Neanderthal!" I shout and start squirming until Seifer lands a harsh kick to my side and I still my movements. Seifer kneels beside me, grabbing my arm but I tug it back and tuck it underneath myself as best as I can.
"Now, now Axel…just show me," Seifer says and he grips my sweater, I swing my arm out and manage to land a solid hit to the side of his head, knocking him over. Rai is momentarily distracted, torn between keeping me down or helping his friend and I push his foot up and off. I make a run for it, but Seifer is a lot faster at recovering then normal and he grabs my ankle from his place on the ground, making me fall again.
Rai stomps over, I swear I can feel the vibrations as he stops right by my head and bends down, picking me up roughly and turning me until my back is pressed against his chest and he's pinning me against him, his arms wrapped around my shoulders.
Seifer gets to his feet and dusts himself off quickly, before glaring at me and punching me hard in the face. Fuck, I've been getting hit way too much lately or well, more so then usual.
"I asked you nicely, chicken wuss, but now I gotta do this the hard way!" he says and grips my wrist pulling the sleeve up and they all stare at the mutilated flesh, disgust on each of the faces.
I don't know exactly what happens but something in my head snaps and I scream, Seifer backs away but not far enough and I push against Rai and lift my legs high enough to kick the boy in the chin. He stumbles back and Fuu races over to his side, I throw my head back successfully head butting Rai in the nose and he releases me with a curse. I race over to Seifer and straddle his hips and just start hitting. I feel the skin on my knuckles peeling away and I'm sure I'm still screaming. Rai tackles me off of Seifer after like a minute, and I'm guessing he only took that long because his nose looks really swollen. He was probably trying to figure out if it was broken or not.
"What the fuck is going on?" I hear the smooth voice and my head snaps in the direction of it, I feel the crazed look on my face slowly slip away as Roxas steps onto the scene, a perfect blonde brow raised high on his forehead.
Seifer is slowly helped up by Fuu and I think I gave him a concussion. Rai is still on top of me but at the sight of Roxas he quickly gets off, and looks unsure of what to do.
"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about," I spit out and I notice there's blood dribbling down my chin.
"Your swollen cheek and bleeding mouth say different," Roxas replies and I glare at him, getting up. Seifer shoots me a look but stops when he sees Roxas looking at him.
"I better not find out you started this shit, Seifer, or else you're going to be fucking sorry."
They all know better then to talk back to Roxas Anderson, he'll go all off-with-their-heads on their asses and they'll loose whatever popularity they may have. I'm sure if Seifer was more lucid though, he would have shot a comeback or two at the boy. Roxas walks over to me and grips my bicep, and pulls me to my feet. Rai helps Fuu lead a still slightly dazed Seifer off somewhere. They disappear behind the corner and I don't really care where they go, though I wish they'd just go to hell.
"I don't need you defending me," I hiss and tug my arm away from Roxas, the shorter boy looks at me and grabs my arm again pulling me towards him and I groan loudly.
"Sounded like you did. I heard you scream bloody murder!" he says eyes going a bit wider, I see something in them but I'm not too sure what it is exactly.
"Yeah well, I still don't need your help," I say stubbornly, tugging against Roxas' hold but the little fucker is just a persistent, strong, asshole.
"Let me go damn it!" I shout but Roxas pulls me so hard I stumble into him and he wraps his arms around my waist, bringing our bodies too close.
"But I haven't seen you aaaaaaalll day!" he says in a false whining tone, eyes shinning in a very convincible puppy dog pout.
"That's not my prob-" but I'm cut off when he tugs me down and shoves his tongue into my mouth in a rough kiss. He shoves me back against the school's brick wall and I gasp as his hands wander down from my waist to my hips and lower. I turn my head away panting, but he just moves to my neck, biting at the skin and it's like a fucking repeat of yesterday!
"R-Roxas…ahh…wait," I breathe as he grinds his hips harshly against me, he bites my neck hard and pulls away to stare at me. That unreadable emotion still buried underneath all the blue.
"We're at fucking school!" I hiss and he rolls his eyes, his hands going behind me to grip my ass roughly, this in turn causes me to buck forward, successfully rubbing the fronts of our pants together.
"But you want it so bad, don't you Axel?" he says and I bite my lip to keep from saying anything. He goes on the tips of his toes, bringing himself to the same level as my ear and I feel his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin.
"You just want me, so bad," he purrs and I shut my eyes tight, my fingers digging into his shoulders but he doesn't even seem to feel it. He lets go of one of my ass cheeks and licks the blood off my chin, sliding his free hand along my thigh and higher until it's no longer touching me.
I hear a click and my eyes shoot open, he pulls away examining his phone with a shit-eating-grin. My eyes go wide and I stare at him, again my eye develops a twitch and I feel a pounding in my temples.
"What the fuck is that!" I say angrily and he shows me the phone, on the screen is my face. The problem? My hair is all stuck against the brick wall, completely dishevelled, my cheeks are a healthy red and I'm biting my lip with my eyes shut tight. I look like I'm being pounded right into the fucking wall. And just my luck, his phone has great resolution.
"Just a little memento, seeing as you never let me have any fun," he says and pockets the phone. I consider trying to fight him for it but squash that thought right away. I'm never too successful when it comes to testing forces with the blonde.
"We've been dating for three days, consider yourself lucky I let you shove your tongue down my throat!" I say angrily, why the fuck does everyone in the school think I'm some loose hoe?
"Well, not like you can stop me. You're mine Martinez, I can do whatever I want to you," Roxas purrs, and shoves me back against the wall. I grunt as he leans all his weight against me.
"You did agree to date me, and its for the dear old safety of those beloved friends," he continues and I roll my eyes. If only he knew that it wasn't just for them, if only he knew that I really do fucking like him even if he's a fucking asshole.
"But why?" is all I can force out of my mouth, my mind is frozen as I stare down at his perfect face.
"Just because, you don't need to know my reasons," he says and grips my hair roughly, crushing his lips against mine again.
"Why were you screaming anyways?" he asks, pulling away a hairs breath from my lips.
"None of your fucking business," I whisper and he smirks, I can see it through my half-lidded eyes.
"I'll be a good boyfriend, and I won't pry. But when you're done PMSing, you can find me and tell me. Oh, and what's your cell phone number?" he asks randomly, taking his phone out and I stare at the device.
"And don't even think of grabbing my phone, I'll break your girly fucking wrists,"
"Oh, you're words are enough to make me melt baby-doll!" I say and sigh dramatically, resting the back of my hand against my forehead.
"Shut the hell up, tell me your number," he growls and I groan before grudgingly tell him my cell phone number. I have to sound as discontent as possible because I don't want him to know I'm actually excited about him calling me ever.
"Ahh, that's perfect," he says and shows me the screen. Apparently every time I call or text he's going to see that fucking awful picture of me.
"You're a fucking bastard!" I say and he just laughs, throwing his head back and letting out deep, genuine laughter. Yeah, it wasn't that funny.
"You have the weirdest voice on the planet," he says calming down a bit and I cock an eyebrow at his completely uncalled for statement. He smiles at me, and I think my heart stops beating. The smile disappears as quickly as it came though, and in the background I can hear the lunch bell ringing.
"Want me to walk you to your class princess?" he asks and grabs my hand, pulling me into the school and I follow him, trying to ignore the people staring as soon as we walk into the school. I realize then, as we walk by a window showing me my reflection, that my hair is really fucked up, even more so then usual.
"I hate you," I hiss and tug my hand free, pulling my hood over my wild mane of hair. Roxas just laughs, shrugging it off and turning to me.
"You're coming to my party on Saturday, I expect you to be wearing something real sexy…like I don't know, really tight jeans or whatever it is you emo-fucks wear," he says, a disgustingly sweet smile on his face just oozing fakeness.
"Oh, I'll even throw on some fishnets just for you," I say and he narrows his eyes. People in the halls are slowing down to watch us.
"Oh thank you so much Axie-kins!" he says, but I can pick up the sarcasm and he's laying it on thick.
"You are most welcome, my little sugar dumpling!" I coo (I have no idea what the fuck that even is) and glare at him viciously. We both turn and stomp in different directions.
I try and keep my lips from spreading into a smile.
A/N: Chapter Three!
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