I Wish You Were Mine

Caught red handed 2

Adam Pierce was in a exceptionally bad mood today. How was it his fault he had bombed the AP chemistry test? It was the stupidest class he had, and Adam had some pretty stupid classes, like math, and English, but chemistry definitely  took the crown. Was he going to use chemistry when doing his fucking taxes? He thought not. What about when he took over his mothers company? No. So why exactly did he have to waste 5 hours a week on a subject he was never going to use? Plus he had to take a piss, but all the bathrooms were full, so he had to go all the way across campus just to fucking relive himself. 

Frustrated he slammed his hand into the lockers closest to him, causing a group of freshman to stare at him. He scowled until they looked away. He just wanted to take a damn piss and go home. Was that to much to ask?

"Ahh fuck!" He froze right outside the bathroom door. No way. There was no way someone was doing the nasty in the only available bathroom in this whole godforsaken school. He musts've heard wrong. God must've hated him, because right then a long, deep throated groan cut through he noise of the students rushing to get home. 

Fuck this  Adam thought darkly, nothing was going to stop him from doing his business, not even people fucking in the school bathroom.  

His hand was on the handle, ready to throw the door open and finally finally  take a log awaited piss but yet another moan -softer this time, full of love and admiration- stopped him and set his blood boiling. He knew that voice, knew it better than he knew his own, cherished that voice, has since he was old enough to understand the feelings that came with it.

"Yuni."  Again that voice filled with love for someone who wasn't him. Pushing down the pain that tore through him like a bullet, he ran through the nearly empty halls, not caring who or what he hit along his way. He stopped at the first classroom he could find, his chest heaving with labored breaths and not because he was out of breath. He threw the door open and sought out whoever was inside. Mr. Heath looked up with a raised eyebrow, putting his signature ballpoint pen down when he took in Adam's disheveled appearance. 

"Mr Pierce, can I help you?" 

"There's someone fucking in the bathroom."

***

Adam really hadn't intended to say that, he didn't want to get anyone in trouble but like a fool, he had blurted the first thing that had came to mind, the only thing really that was on his mind. Mr Heath had raised his eyebrow  even more and then quietly asked what bathroom this was happening in. 

The earlier anger Adam had felt was slowly fading, replaced by a familiar detachment. Though Adam kept his head bent, he could still feel every pair of eyes on him, making his skin prickle and his fingernails dig into the soft palms of his hand. 

They arrived at the bathroom and Mr Heath opened the door without preamble. Adam didn't necessarily believe in a God, but he wasn't above praying that he had misheard, that the voice had belonged to someone else. 

"Mr Weston, Mr Trest, kindly separate yourselves and put your shirts back on." Adam's prayers weren't answered, they never were. Almost against his will he peeked up from his shoes just in time for a knife to be metaphorically stabbed into his heart. Daniel Weston was sitting on the sink counter with his legs wrapped around his boyfriends waist, the Giant's left hand was tangled in Daniel's hair, the other was gripping the smaller boy's thigh. Anyone with half a brain knew what that meant. He's mine.  

The knife twisted in Adam's heart to the point it physically hurt. Adam didn't look away soon enough to miss the look they shared right before they slipped their shirts on. He didn't know how much of this he could handle. He wasn't even aware that Mr Heath had been talking until Daniel threw a wadded up piece of paper at him with a expectant look.