Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

RollerDerby

Clay's POV
As much as I wanted to give the plan to Bad, I knew that George was having major issues about that night. I don't want to make him feel like he has to put it all aside for us. Besides, we're safe here.

Bad lifted his head off the table and rubbed his eyes then laughed.
"My first instinct is to talk to Skeppy, but he's been pretty on edge lately." Bad said.
"You should still talk with him." I said and bad laughed again.
"How? Skate to him?" Bad asked. I looked down at my skates.
"Oh... right." I said and George laughed.

"It wouldn't be an issue if you knew how to skate." George joked.
"Then teach better." I joked back.
"Bad do you want me to teach you to skate for a bit?" George asked.
"No thanks. I'll just sit here and wait for Skeppy." Bad replied.
"Suit yourself." George said and stood up, grabbing my arm.

"Come on bitch boy." George said and Bad called him out.
"Fine." I said and let him drag me into the rink.
I started getting better. I started swaying side to side and slowly gliding.
"There you go!" George said with excitement. I started skating on my own. George giggled and held my shoulders, steadying me.

"I love that face you make." George said.
"What face?" I asked.
"When something important finally clicks for you." George said.
"I don't control that face, that's no fair." I said. George smiled.
"I know, that's why I love it." He said and hugged me. I looked over to see a guy talking to Bad at the table.

By the looks of this guy and Bad's reactions, the conversation was not pleasant. I moved closer, slowly. I then see the guy sit down next to Bad and put an arm around him. Bad looked extremely uncomfortable. Then Skeppy flew past me and stopped at the table.

I saw the two of them start squaring up and I let go of George and went as fast as I could(not very fast) over to them.
"Get the fuck out of here!" The guy yelled.
"Is that what your dad said." Skeppy said. I stepped between them.

"Excuse us please, and leave the table." I asked politely. The guy got up and stood next to the table.
"There." He said and crossed his arms. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to Skeppy.

"Dude, I know he deserves it, but you're clean now." I said. Skeppy tried to push me to the side and I slapped him back. He crossed his arms.
"I don't care. He is going down." Skeppy said.
"I care. I don't want you to go down with them." I said and Skeppy sighed.
"I hate you. You're always right." Skeppy said. I laughed and turned back to the guy.

"Why aren't you gone?" I asked politely.
"Cause last time I checked, complimenting a sexy lad isn't against the law." The guy said. Skeppy cracked his knuckles, I held my arm out, stopping him.
"We appreciate your compliments. Unfortunately we are all taken. Please leave." I said. The man looked me up and down.

"Whatever faggots." The guy spat. I couldn't stop myself. I balled up my fist and swung at him, hitting him in the throat. The guy coughed and looked at me.
"What the fuck man!" He yelled and I looked at Skeppy.
"I changed my mind." I said and Skeppy smiled. We proceeded to kick the shit outta him.

~meanwhile~

George's POV
I ran over to Bad and sat next to him.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Happens too often." Bad said then looked down. I blinked slowly.
"I expected you to be a lot more scared." I said.
"I would be, but Skeppy is more than capable of beating him." Bad joked.

"How do you do that?" I asked.
"What?" Bad asked.
"Bounce back. From something like that." I said and gestured at the man on the floor.
"Well I'm not a dumb twenty year old anymore. I got over it. Now everything else is just... another thing to get over." Bad explained.
"I had something like that happen." I said.

Bad's eyes widened and he turned to me, waiting for me to say more.
"An old boyfriend of mine came to me and Clay's cabin. He pinned me against the wall outside and kissed me. I told him to stop and he started getting handsy. So I punched him." I said. Bad sighed and took my hand.
"That sucks." Bad said and I smiled.
"Yeah, it does." I said.

"Hey, we're getting outta here." Clay said, covered in blood.
"Whose blood is that?" I asked, looking over at the guy to see he was still breathing at least.
Clay looked down at his shirt.
"No clue, let's go." Clay said.

We robotically walked out and got in the car. Clay drove as I sat in the passenger seat. The other two were in the back.
"You okay?" Clay asked me.
"Why are you asking me?" I asked.
"You have that look in your eye." Clay said.
"I think I'm ready to share the plan." I said softly.

"Are you sure?" I hear from the backseat.
"Yes. He didn't hurt me." Bad said.
"Let me see your wrists." Skeppy said and he checked them both.
"I said I'm fine. I love you." Bad said and Skeppy took a breath.
"I love you too." He said and I turned to Clay.

"We'll just go there and tell them later." Clay said, I smiled.
"You're the best man ever." I said to Clay and he laughed.
"Second best to you." He said and I bit my lip.
"I love you." I said.
"I love you too." Clay said and held my hand, continuing to drive.