A Bad Move Chapter 3

Chapter 3-

Axel found himself in second boy’s bathroom in the school. He had looked in the other bathroom, each hallway, every classroom, and even in the locker room, but couldn’t seem to find the blonde male anywhere until he searched the bathroom he was in at this very moment.

He was leaning against one of the walls, looking down at the boy, who was sitting on the floor, hugging his knees tightly to his chest.

Axel sighed, thinking of the words he was about to use to try and apologize to Roxas. “Roxas… look, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it…”

Roxas shook his head. “How can you say that?” He asked, looking up at the pleading emerald eyes.

Axel’s face grew into a puzzled gaze. “What are you talking about? I just did. All you have to do is open your mouth.” He teased, smirking slightly.

Roxas shook his head again. “No, how can you say 'it means nothing'?”

Axel scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “Did… it mean something to you… Roxas?” The name fell of Axel’s tongue with care. He took time pronouncing the name, tasting each syllable of it.

Roxas buried his head deeper in to his knees, trying to hide his blush. The red head smirked. “Ah, I see!” He exclaimed.

“It doesn’t matter though.” Roxas said sadly.

“And why is that?” Axel asked, confused by the sudden sadness in the boy’s voice.

“Even though you are gay… You’re with Sora…” Roxas looked up at the stunned man.

“What? No! Oh, God, no! I like boobs!” Axel waved his hands around making idiotic gestures.

The blue eyed boy stood up hesitantly. The red head had a certain smirk on his face that made Roxas feel uneasy. Axel leaned in towards the boy, their lips only inches apart.

“But...I might let you change my mind.” He whispered, a seductive tone in his voice.

Roxas’s eyes suddenly turned from happiness and chance to anger, complete anger. His hands balled up in to fist, awaiting the perfect moment to punch Axel directly in the face. He wasn’t intending to kill him, oh no. Just break his nose or jaw, nothing serious.

Axel’s grin grew when he saw the facial expression Roxas had. He loved to annoy people; it was simply his thing. It really was the only thing he was good at, well, besides lighting everything on fire.

But Roxas couldn’t take it anymore. In one moment the two were standing there, one angry, the other smiling with glee. The next moment, Axel was on the ground holding his left cheek groaning in pain, Roxas glaring down at him while he tried to shake the pain out of his right fist.

“Oww! What was that for? I didn’t do anything!” Axel groaned, rubbing his bruised cheek.

Roxas snorted, obviously not caring that Axel was in pain. “It was your own fault. I just met you and I already know you like making passes at young blonde boys.” Roxas stifled a grin.

“Naw… that’s just for you.” Axel grinned, sitting up and leaving his hand to drop down by his side.

Roxas held out his hand, trying to make a gesture of apologizing. Axel gladly grabbed his hand, a little fearful that the boy might have a sudden second thought and throw him into the wall.

“So,” He finally said after a short moment of silence, “are we still planning on going to your house after school? Or has my amazing kiss dazed you for the rest of the week?”

Roxas rolled his eyes. “How am I ever going to get over it?” Heavy sarcasm filled the question.

“Let’s just say that was a welcome present.” He winked at the boy before heading for the door with the blonde not far behind.

The two made it safely back to the eager brunette at the same table they had left him at. He looked pleased that Roxas had chosen to come back with Axel, instead of Axel picking up another blonde from the lunchroom.

“Everything cool now?” He asked, jumping up from the trayless table.

Roxas nodded, but couldn’t help but smile at Sora’s cheerfulness.

“Good! Now lets make our way to Government before Mr. Livington straggles us to death.” Sora joked, elbowing Axel like it was an inside joke.

After making their way through the empty hallways with much ease, they settled down to three open desks in the classroom, all next to each other. Roxas sat in the middle while his two new friends sat on each side of him: Axel on the left, Sora on the right.

The class seemed to drag on. Mr. Livington lectured them the whole hour about how to behave in school. Telling them that since they were in ninth grade there wouldn’t be any excuses.

The bell finally rang. The students quickly stood up and rushed out the door, hurrying before the teacher gave a sudden worksheet for homework. The trio, like the other students, hurriedly gathered their things and made their way down to their next class: gym.

The boy’s locker room was filled his shirtless boys running around like children. Roxas dodged a few half-naked males as he made his way to the gym teacher.

“Uhhh… Mr…” Roxas had no idea what the man’s name was.

"Please, call me Steve. You must be Roxas.” He smiled warmly at him.

Roxas politely smiled back and nodded. “Yeah, and since everyone has their locker from last year, I really don’t have one.”

“Oh, right. Umm… let me go get your locker information from my office.” The man swiftly made it past Roxas, dodging some boys on his way.

“Heeey Rooooxas!” Roxas turned around, a scowl already on his face. He knew that voice perfectly already, and since they were in gym class; where you were suppose to change clothes, he knew nothing good would come of the situation.

“I just thought…” Axel stood at the end of one of the rows of lockers. His shirt was off, flung over his left shoulder. His right index finger was drawing invisible circles on top of the locker he was leaning against. “…that since the locker next to mine is empty you could maybe have that one.” He looked up at the boy from his circling finger.

“No.” Roxas said coldly.

“Why?” Axel voice was pleading. “Or you can have the locker underneath mine.” He winked.

Roxas shivered at the thought. “No.” he responded again.

Steve came back a few moments later. A smile was plastered across his face, a lock and a post-it-note in his hands. “Here you go, Roxas. This is your lock, and this is your locker number and code.” He handed Roxas the two items before quickly turning and walking away.

Roxas looked down at the small slip of paper. ‘Locker #13, Code: 14–8-13’ read on the paper. A black-colored lock was in his other hand. “Locker thirteen.” He repeated making sure he would remember it for tomorrow.

“Thirteen?” It was that voice again.

“Yeah, so?” Roxas said quickly, hoping to end the conversation.

The red head smiled. “Well that’s the one right next to mine!” He pulled on his plain gray T-shirt.

Roxas frowned walking over towards Axel. He walked down the locker row and stopped at the open one, figuring that it was Axel’s. “But your locker is eight.”

“Yeah the janitors aren’t too good with number, so all the numbers are out of order. Just look at the classroom numbers next time.” He chuckled lightly.

“Why!?” Roxas groaned looking at the locker beside Axel’s. “Thirteen.” He read out loud.

Axel walked over to him. He was fully dressed in his gray shirt and black shorts. “I promise I would smack your ass every chance I get.” He said winking.

Roxas was about to defend his butt, when Sora bounced over, his usual happy self. “So, everyone ready?”

Roxas looked down at his school uniform. “Not quite,” He laughed.

After Roxas had successively changed into the specific Phys Ed clothes Steve had given him, the three walked into the gym.

Today’s activity was free time. Steve pulled out some different sports balls and threw them onto the court. The kids ran out, fumbling to get something to play with. Axel coolly leaned against one of the walls, watching the kids throwing kickballs at each other.

Axel locked his gaze on Roxas. The boy was throwing a football around with Sora, but Sora wasn’t that good, and often threw it short, making it bounce up and hit Roxas in the shin.

Axel chuckled at them. It seemed like fun, but he wasn’t the type of person who liked to sweat. Axel shifted his gaze over to another group of girls who were playing Double Dutch.

“Hey, Axel!” Roxas called, football in hand. Axel quickly turned his head to the blonde, a smile tugging at his smug lips. “Think fast!” Without thinking of the consequences afterwards, Roxas threw the ball straight to Axel.

Axel, who was a little off guard, quickly pulled off the wall and rapidly pulled up his arms to catch the ball, which was just in time, and he caught the ball easily.

Axel laughed a little before throwing it back at Roxas as hard as he could, causing the boy to fall right on his butt. Axel laughed again. Maybe he did have some feelings for the gorgeous blonde-haired boy known as Roxas.