((First things first, before you realize what I've just done, I want you to know that I did this for a reason. Don't hate me, I love you~! Seriously, please don't hate me....))
((The picture is of me modeling Roxas' hat. Look at ma purdy hair~))
**Axel's POV**
'It... Was just a... Dream...'
Was the only thing that went through my mind as I sat up on my raggedy mattress, my soft, but also ratted blanket had been thrown across the room while I had been sleeping.
That was a.... Wonderful... Dream.
Like... Damn.
I shook my head and sighed at the idea of me doing something like that. Even if I did just break up with someone.
And Sora...? What the hell was that? I hadn't talked to him in so long, or the slut he was fucking.
Eh. Oh well.
I brought my legs over the edge of the bed and I stood up, pulling my sweatshirt off in the process as I walked over to my bathroom, my hips throbbing with a dull pain.
I had a went to a "friends" house last night. If you get my gist. Heh...
I looked at myself in the mirror and I tilted my head up to reveal the hand prints on my neck that had turned into bruises overnight.
The guy had been a choker. The only way he could get off was to see me in pain. I didn't mind.
I was a bit of a masochist myself.
I got paid for it, so I guess it was a win-win situation either way you look at it. I got what I wanted, he got what he wanted. I got paid, he got to get a fuck.
I sighed softly once more as I began to get dressed for school. I need to cover these up...
^*^*^*^((About 4 hours later, almost lunchtime.))^*^*^*^
Oh...
My...
Fucking...
God...
He's real.
The guy that was in my dream...?
He's real..
And damn (!) is he fucking gorgeous.
Man..
I shook my head as I pulled my collar up more to cover up the of the bruises that I couldn't cover up with makeup.
I walked into the classroom and the first thing I saw was a small blonde girls making her way up to me. I stood still for a moment before I realized that she was the girlfriend of the guy who fucked me last night.
And she didn't look too happy...
The first thing she did was horrible. People knew how much I hated getting my hair wet, the fact that it puffs up like an Afro and shit and I hated it.
Well, the bitch dumped a bottle of water on me, hitting my face and shirt and hair mostly, though it did run down to the hem of my pants.
And when my guard was down as I tried to blink, she reached back and slapped me. Hard. Right across my face.
I stayed quiet as she did, but I really just wanted to leave.
Of course, I chose to forget that the bastard had a fucking girlfriend.
"You bastard! My boyfriend broke up with me! You know why?!" The blonde bitch, I believe her name was Candice, yelled out, and her voice cracked like she was crying.
By this time, I was able to open my eyes. The girl was crying, and everyone just sat in their seats.
I took a deep breath and I just shook my head softly, not really knowing if I could answer her as I watched her cry softly, her face contorted in anger and her mascara running down her face.
"It's because he said that he found out he was gay! He told me that he had slept with a boy at this school. And even if he didn't say who, I kind of figured it was the school's gay slut!" She yelled at me again. I kept my gaze locked on hers and I just shook my head softly again.
"It's not my fault that he's gay. If anything, it's your fault for not keeping a better leash on him. I got what I wanted, whatever happens afterwards isn't my problem anymore." I said in a bored sort of tone. Things like this happened a lot. Let's just say that there's a lot of gay and bisexual guys here now.
I closed my eyes as I watched her raise her hand back to slap me again. And she did. Harder. Right on the same spot as last time.
I looked away and I sighed once more.
"You bastard. Don't you have a fucking heart?!" I smirked at the girls question, her voice trembling now.
I shrugged and looked back at her with a bored expression, a smirk ever present on my mouth. "Nope." Was my only answer.
The girl burst into sobs at this and I took this as my time to walk out. So I did.
I walked out of the classroom, and I walked to the nearest boys restroom.
Now my hair was gonna get all fucking poofy, and it was gonna look horrible, and I hadn't brought my hat or hoodie or anything.
I walked inside and I went straight to the mirror on the wall behind the sinks, the one that showed your whole body. I looked a fucking mess.
My hair was already starting to fucking puff up and my BVB muscle shirt (the kind with just the sleeves cut off.) was wet. I was also pissed that my bracelets were also wet.
"The bitch. The slaps weren't enough? You had to get me wet?" I asked the mirror.
I heard a chuckle to my left and I jumped, looking over... Only to see the male. The one from my dreams. The fucking sex god.
I let out a soft yelp as I backed up a bit and I stepped on something. I looked down and I realized that it was a school football duffel bag. I looked back up and I backed into a sink.
He gave me a soft smile and began to laugh softly. "What happened to you? Who's the, uh... 'The bitch' your taking about?" He said as he walked over to his bag and picked it up.
I shook my head and gave him a weak smile back, though my mind was racing.
"Uh, I... This girl, Candice, she threw water at me, then slapped my a few times. But the water was the worst..." I said quietly as I watched him look through his bag.
"Why is that? If you don't mind me asking." He said as he ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair and scratched at the back of his head in what looked like confusion.
I shook my head and stood up a bit straighter. "Uh, my hair gets really poofy, and I don't like that..."
He looked up and laughed a bit, then reached into his bag and pulled out a green army hat. He reached forward and it on my head, putting the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he fixed it so it fixed my hair problem. "There you go." He said with a half smile as he pulled away.
I looked up and I blushed softly. "I..."
He shook his head and gave a laugh. "Just return it tomorrow. Like, meet me at the end of my football practice. The meets right after school, you can sit up in the bleachers and watch if you'd like." He said as he waved softly and moved to leave.
I watched him and I went after him. I grabbed his bag strap and tugged softly. "Uhm... I didn't catch your name.... I'm Axel." I said softly as I looked into his green eyes.
He grinned widely and laughed once more. "The names Roxas." He said, then turned away once more, walking out of the bathroom without another look back.
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{{Okay, how was it????
Was it good?
I wanted to do something else entirely at first, I didn't start with the "it was all a dream" idea.
But this idea seemed a lot better, and it made a little bit more sense then my other idea. But anyways, I already know what's going to happen, and you don't. There are definitely going to be more twists and turns. Someone may, or may not, die. And someone's gonna cheat.
Or not.
I don't know yet.
But I have to make sure that it all ends with the ending I want it to.
Which means, plenty of chapters to come.
Oh, definite smut in about, maybe three chapters... I do t know though. Depends on how much you love me I guess.
Well...
Love,
AlphaChick~*}}