Chapter Eleven: Demyx says what?
I walk into the school and the first thing I notice is the clusters of students standing by the walls or in front of their lockers, all huddled and whispering things to each other in hushed tones. I smirk because I know what they're looking at. I walk by a print out of that picture I took of Roxas and smirk, Zexion put all the same things they did to me on Roxas, cum included. I feel jealousy start in the pit of my stomach, because I wanted to be the only one who ever saw Roxas like that…all hot and bothered and…Whoa when did I start thinking like that?
"MARTINEZ!" that scream can only come from one person, and it's just music to my ears. I turn around slowly and see Roxas storming over to me, he's wearing a turtle neck and I feel like screaming as he stops in front of me. Why can't he just show his neck, that masterpiece I created shouldn't be hidden from the world!
His blue eyes are blazing with fury and there's a whole bunch of crumpled papers in his hands. "What the fuck?" he hisses and I smile brightly just as he punches me in the face, sending me sprawling backwards. "This isn't fair! I'm being nice to you, you fucker and this is what I get?" he growls as he helps me to my feet by tugging on the collar of my shirt. I swat his hands away and glare at him, eyes oozing venom but he doesn't flinch or anything. My fucking jaw hurts!
"It isn't fair?" I say, a small sarcastic chuckle escaping and half of the students in the hall are almost snapping their necks just to hear our conversation, Roxas looks like he's about to blow a gasket, his tiny hands curling tighter around the paper. I wipe the blood from the corner of my lips and scowl at him.
"Don't you dare say that I'm being unfair when you did the same exact thing to me, anything is fair in this Roxas," I sneer and he looks confused, he shakes his head and throws the papers onto the floor in a show of maturity. Oh sarcasm, where would I be with out you?
"Anything is fair in this? What is this exactly? I thought I was supposed to prove to you that I like you, not be some fucking joke," he hisses and I just notice how red his cheeks are, they're burning with embarrassment, clearly.
"Maybe that's just how you have to prove it. Why? You plan on quitting?" I say and raise an eyebrow; he looks torn between saying yes and shaking his head. He looks down instead and stares long and hard at the floor.
"Fine…if that's how you want to play Martinez, I'm not fucking quitting but I won't be at this shit forever, you either like me or you don't," he says and looks up at me, eyes filled with something but I just don't know what, with Roxas I never know, fuck I never know with anyone. I stare down at him and he just turns on his heel, leaving me there watching his retreating form as he barrels through the students, sending people who don't move out of his way flying in every direction.
I stare at the few people still watching me and scowl before marching off to find someone I enjoy being around. Part of me wants to follow Roxas and apologize for being a dick but the bigger part of me pulls me in the opposite direction towards the place I know Naminé will be sitting with Larxene.
I reach this little empty space under the staircase and I hear Larxene's booming laugh and Naminé's quiet giggles, I slide under and they stop talking for a moment to regard me.
"What happened this time hot shot?" Larxene says with a smirk and Naminé smacks her arm, shaking her head and looking at me with those soft, kind eyes.
"What's wrong Axel?" she asks the same question only nicely, and I shrug feeling a pout tugging at my bottom lip. Naminé sighs and scoots over, sliding in between Larxene and me. The other blonde just watches us and smiles, shaking her head.
"You baby him too much Nami-dear, when's he gonna learn to be a man?" Larxene says with a chuckle and I glare at her, though I feel like laughing at the truth behind her statement. Naminé just shushes her and pats my crazy red hair.
"Go on baby, tell Mama Nami everything," Larxene coos from behind her girlfriend and Naminé rolls her eyes, I laugh softly and shake my head.
"Roxas just got really mad at the pictures," I say with a shrug and Larxene barks out laughter, clutching her middle and rolling onto her side. Naminé sighs and sends me what could be called a dirty look, though with Naminé it's just sort of this face where she lowers her eyebrows, squints her eyes a little and tightens her lips.
"Well you can't blame him, you got angry too…Axel why don't you just drop this crazy revenge stuff?" Naminé says always one for peace; of course she'd want me to make amends with that blonde bastard.
"I'm not dropping it until I know he likes me for sure," I say with a deep scowl and Larxene chooses now to stop laughing at Roxas' expense and sends me a nasty look.
"You do know who Anderson is right? You think if he didn't like you he'd be putting up with half of this shit, or even bothering with you?" Larxene says with one thin brow raised and I don't know what to say to that. She looks at me like I'm stupid or slow, or possibly both.
"You're a dumbass, flaming bush; obviously he has the hots for you. He's been so cruel to all the other people he's dated, and now he's going out of his way for your skinny ass. You know, I always knew he secretly liked you," Larxene says with a nod and Naminé hums her agreement.
"Wait…did you just call me flaming bush?" I say with a disgusted look on my face and Naminé seems to just catch on too, she turns her head and looks about to vomit.
"Larx, why!" she squeals and the girl just laughs, cackles really, and wraps her arms around Naminé. I sigh and crawl out from under the stairs.
"I'm gonna see if Zexy and Demyx are around, see if they've boned yet and what not," I say with a wink and Naminé looks horrified while Larxene just smirks and waves me away. I walk up the stairs not actually going to find them; I'll just talk to Demyx in second period or something.
It's really getting to me, if even a little. I mean, Naminé has this great, normal relationship and I bet Demyx and Zexion have a nice normal one too just blossoming and here I am with this fucked up…I don't even know what to call it. I groan as the bell rings, I have to go all the way back downstairs to get to the gym and I'm very grouchy about that.
I walk into the gym and head for the locker room, most of the class is already changed and ready to go, I'm always the last to walk out. I push the door open and hear someone grunt; paying no attention to the meat head I walk over to my locker and rip the door open. Am I always this pleasant during gym you ask? Why yes, yes I am.
I pull two sweatbands around my wrists and tug my sweater off, I hear a low whistle as I tug my shirt over my head and I fling my body around, scanning the locker room. Roxas is leaning against the far wall watching me, a smirk on his pink lips and his arms crossed over his chest.
"Well, don't let me stop you," he says still smirking and I feel my cheeks start to burn as I turn and unbuckle my belt slowly; I shoot a look at him over my shoulder and unzip my pants, he holds my gaze as I pull the zipper down and for some reason this is strangely intimate.
The sound of my fly opening is like a machine gun going off in the silence and my heart is pounding hard against my ribcage as I tug my pants down in front of Roxas. He's just watching me and biting the corner of his bottom lip. I step out of my pants and quickly grab my shorts.
"Strip show's over, get out," I say and slip the shorts on, snapping the waist band for good measure.
"Damn," Roxas breathes and in a few short strides he's at my side, pushing me against the cool metal of the lockers and eyeing me hungrily. I hiss as the cold steel makes contact with the bare skin of my back. "I never got to appreciate your body the first time, in fact…I've never seen this much of you," he says, his hands sliding down my sides and making me shiver, the muscles in my stomach twitching as his hands slide over the pale skin. "I like it," he adds, licking his lips like some starved animal.
"A-aren't you mad at me?" I stutter like a complete jackass and he just smirks,
"I told you I wasn't quitting," he goes on his tiptoes and brushes his lips against mine; I can't resist and start kissing him back. I'm spineless and weak, call me whatever you want or maybe Roxas is just really damn attractive. His hands slip behind me and rest on the small of my back, pulling me against him and I wrap my arms around his neck, nipping at his bottom lip.
"Fuck Martinez, you drive me crazy," he groans against my lips, I hold his bottom one in between my teeth and tug on the pink skin gently before I delve my tongue into his mouth finding his and slowly they start sliding against each other. Our faces probably look melded together, but our kiss only gets deeper and Roxas softly sucks on my tongue before pulling away, his lips shinny with spit and I don't really like saliva, never have, but I won't lie…he looks good enough to eat…and I absolutely despise when people say that, so why did I use it? What the heck is that supposed to mean…like cannibalism is erotic or something?
"Are you alright?" Roxas asks pulling me out of my mental rant and I shake my head, but then realize it looks like I'm answering so I nod. He looks confused for a second and lets out an awkward chuckle, you know, the one people use when there's a very strange moment in their conversation and they don't know what to say? Yeah, that one.
"Sorry, I was just thinking," I decide to say and he smiles at me before picking up my t-shirt and handing it too me.
"Here, put this on or else we'll never get out of here," he says smirking. I blush and slide it over my big hair, Roxas tilts his head to the side and I send him a questioning look.
"How do you get your hair like that?" he asks with sincere curiosity and I smirk, taping my temple in the process.
"Axel tricks. Same with how I get my eyebrows like this," I reply and he laughs shaking his head.
"You didn't forget?" he asks and I smirk as we walk out of the locker room. The coach sees Roxas and yells at him to hurry up, the team needs to discuss something while the rest of us run laps and Roxas groans before shooting me a charming smile and jogging away.
He's a very nice runner, good form and whatever else they judge them by. I'm just judging him by how his ass looks, really.
I don't really get to talk to Roxas during gym, the coach is freaking out and doubling practice seeing as some big game is coming up, he has the rest of the class doing nothing but running laps while he worries about his little football team. Whatever, I'm used to just jogging around during gym.
It gives me time to think really, about this whole Roxas thing. I'm not even that mad anymore so what happens now? I start walking slowly, I can't think and run at the same time, it's not in my nature.
Do I just tell him I forgive him, or do I set up some date or something, take him to a movie and tell him there? Ugh what the fuck, I'm not proposing to the damn midget! I'm simply telling him I don't hate his guts anymore…
Whatever, I'll get Zexion to help me.
~*~
"Axel, I do believe you need to start thinking for yourself," Zexion says taking his usual seat and uncapping his French spring Alps water or whatever he drinks. All I know is that it's in a green bottle and would never touch my lips.
"But why?" I whine, my voice going to an annoyingly high octave (take that Mariah Carey) and Demyx's sensitive musician ears must be bleeding. Said boy shoots me a look and what'd you know, he plugs his ears. "I have you Zexy, can't you just help me?" I ask and send him my best puppy dog look; Zexion just scoffs and ignores my big eyes-pouty lips combo.
"Axel, you look like a maingy mutt when you do that, not at all heart warming or moving," he says and stabs a fork violently into his salad, what did that lettuce ever do to you Zexy?
I groan and smack my head into the table.
"How can I look like a cute puppy and make you love me?" I ask voice muffled by the table and I notice it faintly smells like chocolate milk. I don't know whether to be amazed or disgusted by it.
"Do I want to know what you're talking about?" asks someone from my left side, I raise my head and come face to stomach with Roxas. I smile a little awkwardly at him because I can't tell him I'm trying to look like an animal to get Zexion to help me formulate yet another plan that involves him.
"I hate dogs," Zexion decides to add and I shoot him a look as Roxas slides in beside me, Demyx looks at him as if he were trying to burn him alive with his stare and Roxas raises both his eyebrows.
"What?" he asks and Demyx, being the idiot he is opens his big mouth.
"I didn't know you'd actually sit here…you know, after what you did to Ax," he says and I feel like strangling him. This is where I send Zexion a look saying "hey, make your big baboon of a boyfriend shut up before I use his urethra to strange him" and Zexion seems to catch on. I feel the kick he delivers under the table and Demyx jumps in his seat, Roxas looks at him curiously and I decide to steer them all away from that topic.
"So, when's the game?" I ask and feel like ripping my eyelids off, Roxas is totally going to know I care about him. God damn it, good going smoothster.
"This Friday, are you guys coming?" Roxas asks and I know he only adds my friends because of me; he'd never invite them anywhere. I know he doesn't like them and they don't really like him.
"I don't know if I can," I say thinking about my appointment with Aerith that I really didn't want to go to. I'm not crazy, I swear to Hosanna.
"Aw, come on Martinez," Roxas says and everyone at the table is amazed that Roxas is close to begging me. I feel proud of myself; I've got the big bad Roxas Anderson wrapped around my finger.
"I probably can, I don't know I have to see," I say with a shrug and he smiles, before uncapping his water and taking a swig.
"Well, after the game there's gonna be a celebration, my house as usual," He says and I know he's inviting us, I look around the table and Larxene looks at me with a smirk.
"I'm down for a good party, how about you Nam?" Larxene asks looking down at Naminé, the smaller blonde simply nods her head. Demyx jumps on any chance to be in a room with blaring music so he nods and Zexion just agrees to be with Demyx.
"Guess we'll all be there," I say and smirk at Roxas, he smirks back and stands up stretching.
"Well, I gotta head back to the gym. Coach is going fucking nuts with these practices," he says and waves himself off, running out of the caff and to his beloved football team.
"I can't believe we're going to another fucking prep party…Didn't you learn?" Demyx says and I turn to look at him with a very nasty glare.
"Shut the hell up," I say and it comes out a lot more viciously then I had planned.
"Whoa, don't fucking snap on me!" Demyx says back just as viciously and I glare at him, eyes going into tiny slits.
"Well don't say stupid shit! If you don't want to go, just don't!" Demyx stares at me, his mouth twisted into an angry scowl and I look back at him.
"I'm going to back up my dumb ass friend! To make sure you don't get yourself hurt again!" He shouts and stands up, I stand too and we're basically nose to nose.
"You didn't do anything the first time around, what makes this time different?" I hiss and he looks like he wants to hit me.
"I know what to expect this time!" he shouts and I step back, fists itching with the urge to hit bone and I stare at him and I'm sure he can see the fury in my eyes.
"What the fuck Demyx? You think I'm going to let that happen again, you think I'm that stupid?" I growl and he looks at me, his eyes say it all. He does think that.
"Look what he did to you Axel, and you're still hung up on him! Why don't you realize that someone like Anderson will never really like you?" He screams and that's it, I cock my fist back and it makes a nasty sound when it collides with his jaw. He flies back, landing on his ass and I stand over him looking ready to kill.
"And why won't he like me Demyx? Is it because of your precious high school food chain? Is it because I'm a freak? That hierarchy won't mean shit in a year; it won't mean shit when everyone here goes off into the real fucking world, so fuck you!" I scream and he's tackling me to the floor, punching me hard in the same spot Roxas had hit me this morning. I struggle to get him off me, wriggling and he grips my wrists slamming them by my head. My fucking scars start to burn and I tug more furiously against his hold, his calloused fingertips digging into my skin and I feel trapped…suffocated.
"He would have never noticed you if it wasn't for that dare. He'll never fucking care about you like I do, he'll never fucking put up with your shit like I have. Four fucking years Martinez and I still put up with it! You are stupid," with that he gets off me and storms out of the cafeteria. I sit up slowly and Zexion is staring at me, in fact everyone is staring at me as I stand up off the floor and dash out behind Demyx. What the fuck was that about?
I find him, just outside resting against the brick wall with tears streaming down his face as he stares at the football team running laps and I see the bruise forming on his pale skin just on his jaw line under his ear. He turns when he hears the door click shut and he glares at me before roughly wiping the tears away. I walk up to him slowly, like he's a scared animal and I try to form a sentence in my head but nothing is coming.
"I thought I'd stop after you started dating Anderson, I thought I had forgotten all these silly feelings I have for you but I didn't dude and it fucking sucks," Demyx groans, his eyes glazing over with tears and I feel crushed.
"W-what do you mean?" I ask dumbly and he just laughs bitterly, wiping his eyes.
"I've liked you since freshmen year dude, and when you told me Zexion liked me…I got excited at the chance to forget you. Zexion's been my best friend for years, and I've liked him but never as much as you…Fuck Ax, you've never been good at reading people," Demyx laughs and I don't know what to say, I can hear the football team running around the field, the coach's shouts telling Roxas to focus but I ignore it and stare as Demyx moves closer to me.
"You…you've hidden it so well," I say dumbly and Demyx shakes his head, sighing sadly.
"I guess I did…," he whispers and now he's just too close to me.
"I still like you so much," he says quietly and cups my face; I stare at him frozen on the spot. He likes me… Since freshmen year? How come I had never noticed this…my thoughts are abruptly stopped as he presses his lips against mine and I still can't move, even as he presses harder. I hear someone running towards us, their feet pounding the ground and Demyx wraps his arms around my neck, pulling himself closer. The runner stops and my eyes are just staring down at Demyx, his eyes are shut tightly and there's a few tears slipping out regardless.
"Martinez?" that voice…it's Roxas and Demyx holds me tighter, and I can't pull away without hurting one of my best friends.
"Axel…" Roxas says hoping that calling my real name with get my attention and he sounds hurt, I pull away from Demyx and he stares up at me, blue eyes filled with tears and it breaks my heart to see him like this. I turn slowly and stare down at Roxas, his skin glistening with a sheen layer of sweat and he looks back and forth between Demyx and me. Demyx slips his arms away from me and I stumble a little, moving further away from him.
"Axel…" Demyx says and I'm standing there in between both of them not quite sure what to do.
Both pairs of blue eyes staring at me, one pair electric blue the other nearing teal and I just don't know what to do. My heart's pounding hard, I can feel it pulsing in my temples and their stares are burning me.
"I….I…" my voice sounds foreign even to me, and I turn slightly to look at Demyx, his hair that's all uniquely his, his kind eyes all red and puffy with tears and his bottom lip jutted out in an almost-pout, my head shoots to the side and I look at Roxas, his blonde hair clinging to his face with sweat and his blue eyes are just staring at me, and for the first time I see actual emotion in them, clear and unhidden. It's hurt and his lips are sealed tightly shut, almost as if he doesn't want to speak anymore.
I shut my eyes tight, tangling my fingers in my hair and tugging roughly, the head ache is full blown now, my brain feels swollen and like it's pressing against my skull, the thick bone cracking and splintering from the pressure.
The world starts to go black and foggy around the edges, almost as if I'm going through a dark portal into another world, slipping away from everything and the last thing I feel is my head hitting the pavement, the last thing I hear is both Demyx and Roxas shouting my name.
But I like it here, in this darkness.
I think I'm going to stay awhile.
A/N: Who expected that?
Definitely not Axel.
Sorry for the long wait for this chapter, I'm just getting ready for exams that are in like two weeks. I have an exam for every class this semester, that's alot of studying XD
Hope you guys can be patient with me, especially when it comes to TCaTR D:
Plus I've got a few other stories I might put up soon -hinthint-
Anyway, I hope you like this (: