[21] puff & pass

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Dylan eyed the blonde boy next to him, "Which one are you again?" Dylan asked. "All of you motherfuckers look the same."

I frowned at the way Dylan spoke with such smug and attitude, and Austin didn't appreciate his tone either. Or his choice of words.

"I'm the one who's going to absolutely beat the shit out of you if you don't get the fuck out of here."

"You're Axel, aren't you?" Dylan licked the inside of his cheek, "I knew something was up between you two."

Austin clenched his jaw, and his eyes were low. It was obvious he was high as fuck right now.

"Leave Dylan. You don't want me to fight you," Austin said, and I was confused when he didn't bother to correct Dylan for mistaking him for his brother.

"Why not?"

"Cause I'll actually fucking kill you," He gritted his teeth and his fists clenched at his side. I got a little anxious over the fact that they might actually start punching each other right now, and it was clear how stoned Austin was. Sure, he may be able to beat up Dylan when he's sober, but he's barely even standing upright right now.

His lack of sobriety didn't stop him from looking absolutely furious though, and honestly I didn't quite understand why he was even so angry.

"Austin," I interjected and finally stood up from the bench, standing next to the blonde, "Stop, it's fine. Just let it go."

"Listen to your bitch, dude," Dylan chuckled.

"Hey what the fuck is your deal man--" Austin yelled, about to throw himself at Dylan but he wasn't worth it. I grabbed Austin's arm tightly and tried to hold him back the best I could. Obviously he's freaking huge compared to me, but once he felt me touch his arm he seemed to relax. I sighed out of relief.

Austin cleared his throat with a frown, and gently pushed my body off of him.

At least Austin was here, because I felt much safer. But I don't know how safe I'd be if he'd started beating Dylan to a pulp.

"Please, Dylan, just go."

Dylan looked me up and down, and I hated the way he looked at me. It's like he was staring at me in a way that I felt naked and exposed. Not in a good way at all. It was gross.

"Fine," He said nonchalantly, now staring at my boobs which were not revealed at all in the top I was wearing, but I guess that didn't matter with creeps like him, "But it's too bad. Fucking you would've been totally worth it."

I swear I literally felt heat-filled anger emitting from Austin's body next to me when Dylan said that, but I pulled on the sleeve of his black hoodie as a way to tell him to just leave it alone. With no other words said, Dylan turned his back to us and eventually disappeared to the parking lot, out of sight.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, still unintentionally squeezing the fabric of Austin's hoodie.

He shook his arm to get me off of him, "Don't touch me, Kam."

"Sorry, I was just--"

"It's okay. But just don't." He huffed.

"Oh," I mumbled and released him quickly, "Okay."

It was silent, for a second, and I took a step away from Austin in a little bit of confusion, but I was also grateful because he completely just saved me. I watched him drop his head in his hand and run his fingers through his wavy, bright blonde hair. He closed his eyes briefly, and then looked back at me.

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