Chapter Seven: You filthy Liar

I hate social scenes, I hate parties and most of all I hate people. But seriously, I really hate people, like, despise them. I mean, if the human race was threatened by killer robots, well…power to the fucking robots. I'd probably take advantage and slay a few bastards myself before the robots decided to kill me.

Right now, I'm sitting by a punch bowl that's been spiked by almost everyone at this stupid party so it's really not punch anymore, but a cocktail of vodkas and rums. The pink colour that it originally began with even faded away to a weird maroon colour. I don't drink, so all I have in my hand is a cup of fucking soda and I hate soda. Roxas is currently being tossed around between bimbos, all of them telling him how fucking sexy he is. How I know? Well, remember my lip reading skills? Yeah, that's how. Am I jealous? No…okay yes, I am fucking furious.

I hate parties, did I mention that before? I'm sure I did. I don't know what possessed me to come to this stupid shindig (probably my growing obsession for a little blonde). I see Demyx over by the DJ just talking and gushing at the sound system that if placed in my apartment, it would easily cover the entire surface area of the place. Naminé is actually talking with Larxene and the girl seems to be humane, at least towards my tiny blonde friend, I mean, she even has her arm around the girl (there goes scheming with Zexy). Zexion is standing right beside Demyx, his face is the perfect image of nonchalance but I know he's really terrified. They are all enjoying themselves more then me and it really makes me wonder if I'm the only true freak in our group. But then I remember that they were outcasts way before I stumbled into that stupid hell hole we the people call high school.

"Hey there Martinez," someone slurs from my right and I turn with a withering glare on my face. It's this nasty jerk who hangs around Roxas all the time, one of the many that heckles me during P.E. I decide it's best to simply ignore the intoxicated idiot and continue on with my brooding. That is until he places a hand on my shoulder and twists me so that I'm facing him again. "I'm talking to you, you deaf or something?" he says, his breath is probably enough to get me tipsy.

"Yeah, or something…" I say and shrug his huge, clammy hand off. I really just want to go home, but I don't know what's stopping me. That huge hand comes back, only this time it's wrapping around my waist and tugging me towards the big Neanderthal. I raise my arms and try to shove him off me but let's face it, how strong can a guy who lives off Mr. Noodle and milk be? All those milk advertisements are false. I squirm and his breath is washing over my face, how much has he had to drink?

"Under this light, you kinda look like a chick," he slurs and I blink furiously, okay what am I supposed to say to that? Does that even count as a pick up line? I decide not to answer and struggle more against his hold as that warm hand slides down my back. "Oh come on Martinez, I know you want some," he says and I make the most disgusted face I could possibly conjure without looking animated.

"What!?" I shout and if the music wasn't so loud, people in China probably would have heard me.

"Rumor has it that you want some from the entire football team," he says and goes to slobber my neck like my Aunt's dog Chico used to when I would visit. It's fucking repulsive.

I see a tiny blonde head of hair shove his way through the crowd and suddenly I'm pulled backwards and shoved behind Roxas' back. The small blonde is standing in front of me in an offensive position and looks about ready to tear the guy in front of us a new one. I try and stop the way my heart hammers against my rib cage but I can't because Roxas looks so furious and I'm hoping that it's because that buffoon was touching me. The drunken football player looks confused at first until he sees his team captain in front of him, he gives Roxas a sloppy smile and shrugs his shoulders.

"He's mine," Roxas barks angrily and the huge male looks down before shrugging again and walking away.

Roxas then turns around and finds me wiping at my neck with the back of my sleeve. That disgusting pig actually got spit all over my neck, which is so gross I can't even word how nasty it is properly. Roxas grabs at my wrist and drags me away from the huge crowd, over the other crowd of people at the stair case and past another crowd of people that are filling a hallway. Soon I'm pushed into a bedroom and I look around, realizing it's probably a guest room. Roxas look a little drunk as he saunters over to me and pushes me back onto the bed. My eyes are huge and my mouth is drying quickly as he crawls on top of me and settles in between my legs.

"I've been wanting to get you all alone this entire party," he breathes and his hands are so quick, I barley notice when he takes my belt off. I'm blinking owlishly in the dark and I don't really know what to say but Roxas doesn't seem to be too keen on talking because he's covering my mouth with his lips and he tastes a little too strongly of alcohol.

I lift my arms and place my hands on his chest, going to push him away but he stops me and pins my hands over my head a lot like he did that day in the exercise room only this time he laces our fingers together and holds my hands in place. I'm finding it harder and harder to find reasons to object to him as he trails kisses over the fading hickey and leaves a trail of cooling saliva where that idiot had tried to kiss but only succeeded in wetting half my neck.

"You're mine, don't know who that idiot thinks he is," Roxas mumbles against my neck, his tongue drawing little designs on my skin and he nips softly at my pulse before pulling away and attacking my lips again.

His tongue doesn't even wait; it's pressing past my lips and diving into my mouth caressing everything it can reach. I feel myself getting hard against Roxas and he grinds his hips down into mine, I pull away just as a moan breaks past my lips and Roxas groans before letting go of one of my hands to use his free hand to unbutton my pants.

"R-Roxas…w-wait," I breathe and his hand stops just past the waist line of my boxers, his cool finger tips are resting just a fraction of an inch away from coarse red hair. He looks at me, and his blue eyes are dark but that's probably because there's absolutely no light in the room and I feel myself blushing even worse.

"What is it Axel?" Roxas says quietly and I think that's what did it. He said my name and that's what broke my resolve.

I extend my neck and catch his lips in a heated kiss, he takes this as the go-ahead and slides his hand all the way into my boxers, fingers wrapping around my erection and squeezing. I moan and arch off the bed, not wanting that talented hand to leave but it does. I hear him unbutton his jeans and he tosses a condom wrapper onto my chest. I stare down at it and I'm not quite sure what to do, he groans and tugs my jeans down until they're hanging around my ankles not bothering to take them off all the way as he rips the condom open and hands it to me. He pulls away and stands on his knees in front of me. This is the first time I've actually see his you know, pride and joy.

"Put it on me, Axel," he says sensually and I look up at him, my throat clenches as I place the rubber against the tip of his erection with shaking fingers. I have no idea why I was doing this, I mean, I've only had sex once in my entire life and that was rape so shouldn't I be terrified?

The long moan he lets out as I finish snapping the thing on clears my mind of all thought and soon he's on me again, his hands touching everything and I can barley concentrate on just one feeling because there is just too many. He brings a hand up to my face and makes me suck on his fingers, I wrap my tongue around them giving each finger a nice wet coat and he pulls them away and shoves one inside me. I hiss out in pain but he doesn't stop, instead he adds another one and I feel tears welling in my eyes as he starts wriggling them around. I'm hoping he'll wait but he doesn't, and just shoves a third finger in, scissoring all three of them and making me whimper because it just hurts so much. Before the pain fades he's pulling the fingers out and pushing his member in and if I thought the pain before was bad, I was sorely mistaken.

It feels like I'm being ripped in half. But I suck it up because I don't want to see weak in front of Roxas Anderson. I grip his shoulders as he starts thrusting in and out of me, the tears that had welled up in my eyes slip out and slide into my hair. I think he sees them because he slows down and his free hand wipes the salty water away.

"S-shit…am I hurting you?" he asks, his voice sounding strained as he stills his movements. The sharp pain is now a dull throb and I shake my head, sending him a grin.

"Since when do you care?" I ask and he rolls his eyes, leaning down and kissing me softly. It catches me completely off guard because it's the softest he's ever kissed me before.

"Since now," he groans and I roll my hips up, making my eyes roll into the back of my head with the amazing sensation it sends right through me. Roxas moans loud and starts moving again.

Maybe, I think, maybe I'm doing this for him to like me. I know it's the wrong thing to do and I shouldn't but I can't help it because I just want him to like me so much it hurts.

I kick one leg free from my pants and wrap my legs around his waist trying to meet each of his thrusts, my muscles contracting and squeezing him as he pushes in and pulls out.

"Uhnn, fuck Axel" he groans, a light sheen of sweat covering his face and I can feel the sweat collecting on my own body. I don't know how long this pattern goes on for but I know when it's coming to an end because I feel like my body is burning up and with each thrust my entire frame trembles.

"A-Ah Ro-Roxas…f-fuck I'm…" and before I finish that sentence I release my load on both our shirts, mentally cursing my black sweater.

Roxas leans down and buries his face in my neck, still thrusting like a crazed animal then he bites down on my shoulder hard enough the tear the skin and groans as he finishes. He pulls away and we're both panting. He stares into my eyes and a strange emotion is swirling around his blue depths.

"Axel…" but he can't finish whatever he's going to say because half the school's populace floods into the room. They all start hollering and cat calling and Roxas jumps away from me, I sputter as I try and shove my shoe clad foot back into my jeans and fix my clothing. It's too late though because everyone's already seen me and Roxas is looking at me like he doesn't know what to say. I glare at him angrily because I cannot believe what's happening. This was all a fucking set up wasn't it?

The Silver Haired Douche Bag (as I so lovingly dubbed him) appears at the front of the crowd, clapping his hands and laughing as if he's just seen the greatest live comedy act of his life.

"Well done Roxas, I thought you were gonna back out…what with the way you were talking yesterday but seems like you didn't after all!" Riku says and almost every one of Roxas' friends is laughing. I finish pulling my jeans up and stand shakily, pain shoots through my entire body and the way I wince just makes them all laugh even more.

"Did you tie him up like I told you?" Kairi says and sends me a poisonous look, my eyes widen and Roxas is just silent as everyone laughs at me. I turn to look at him and I try and ignore the way my chest feels, I know what that is though. It's my fucking heart breaking but I ignore it and instead I glare at him.

"I fucking hate you Anderson," I hiss and Roxas' looks at me, his eyes still unreadable and he goes to open his mouth but Riku cuts him off again.

"Oh feisty isn't he Roxas? Man it was hilarious! We all heard him whimpering like a baby…and…Oh fucking gross, is that cum on his shirt?" everyone starts laughing again and I look down and realize that yes that is fucking cum on my shirt. I look over at Roxas with nothing in my eyes but pain and a silent question.

Why, why did you have to fucking hurt me like this?

I shove past the few people at the door and start sprinting towards the exit, ignoring the horrible pain shooting through my entire body. I also ignore the call of my name that comes from the room I'm running from.

I crash into Demyx on my way out and he looks at me before screaming out for Naminé to run over and the girl appears behind us followed by Larxene and Zexion. They all lead my outside and into someone's car but I don't really pay attention to who's it is.

"Axel…w-what happened?" Naminé asks quietly and I look up at her no longer being able to hold back my tears. I start bawling like a fucking faggot and I hate myself for it. I hate myself so much because I wish I wouldn't have let him hurt me. I shouldn't have fooled myself into believing that someone could actually like me.

"He did it, didn't he?" Larxene says and I'm surprised to see it's her who's driving the car. I look up at her with wide eyes and she looks at me through the rear view.

"They all dared Roxas to date then fuck you at the party. They were actually supposed to film it," she says and Naminé looks horrified and Demyx just hugs me tighter against him. "Those fuckers have some strange forms of entertainment, I'll give them that," Larxene continues as she speeds down the almost empty streets. Naminé whispers my address to her quietly and the rest of the drive is done in silence. I limp out of the car and all the way to my apartment, Demyx and Zexion follow me while Naminé and Larxene wait in the car. I unlock the door and Reno races over with a smile on his face that slowly melts away into a deep down.

"What happened yo?" he asks and I brush past him and into me room, locking the door and ignoring the way he knocks persistently against the wood asking me to come out. I hear Demyx walk over and silently ask him to give me some space. It's the first time I hear Demyx say something smart.

I start smacking my forehead into the wall beside my door over and over, a head ache starting to slowly sink it's nails into my brain but I don't stop. I'm such an idiot, I cannot believe I actually fell for it.

This kind of thing only happens in movies, I mean, when would a jock who's got everything going for him find any interest in a freak like me?

Never.

That type of thing only happens in Nicholas Sparks's books or something and my life was definitely not a romance novel. It was so far from it.

I try and ignore the ache in my chest that actually hurts more then everything combined, it's the ache I feel that let's me know that I've actually been hurt and I can't just brush it off and say I don't care because I'm not really too keen on lying to myself.

Roxas Anderson broke my heart and fuck, I was really starting to fall for him too.

I hear my cell phone buzz and I crawl over to is, flipping it open and seeing that I had a new message. I open it and realize that it's from Roxas.

'Axel …let me explain'

I glare at the tiny screen before hitting reply, my hand shaking as I type in the short message.

'No, leave me alone'

I wait for him to message me back and he does, I don't know why my stomach flips when my phone vibrates but it does.

'I don't want to, I'm coming over…whether you like it or not. Bye'

I know that no matter what I say, he'll come and talk to me so I simply whip my phone at the wall and scream my throat raw. Reno is knocking at the door, threatening to break it down but I ignore him and start smacking my face into the floor waiting for Roxas to arrive.

I fucking hate my life.

A/N: Who wants Axel to forgive Roxas?
Who wants Axel to punch him in the face?
Who wants both?