What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

You know damn well who I am.

Emory sighed as he walked towards his locker and put the combination in, swinging the door open. He glanced to his right and saw some guy leaning up against the locker besides him. He had glasses, and brown, greasy hair. The perfect target. Emory shoved his books in his locker and slammed the door shut, turning to face this random boy. Before he could say anything, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He groaned and didn't even have to read it to know what it was about. Red was gonna say all this shit about how he shouldn't pummel this kid, and Emory was not having it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened it, reading the message.

Don't get into anymore fights.

Emory scoffed and started typing, how could Red know what he was thinking? For all Red knows, Emory could've asked the boy to be friends.

Wasn't gonna.

Emory didn't get a response, so he pocketed the phone once more. He was beyond annoyed at this point and was struggling to not bash someone's head into the wall. Maybe if he provoked someone into hitting him first. Good idea. "Let's see. Who would hit me if they had the chance?" Emory thought to himself, scanning the halls. That's when his eyes landed on one guy in particular. Parker. Parker was the second strongest guy in the school, and was always up for a fight, just like Emory. Emory grinned before walking up to Parker.
"Hey! Parker, I heard Jason fucked your mom!" Emory shouted, the people around them stopping to stare.
"What'd you say!?" Parker growled, clenching his fists by his sides.

Without warning, Parker slammed his fist into Emory's chest, knocking Emory back. Emory smiled and lunged forward, slamming Parker to the ground and punching him in the nose. You could hear the crunch as Parker's nose was broken. He groaned in pain and shoved Emory off of him, standing up and pressing his hand against the wall for stability. Emory stood up shortly after, wiping the blood from Parker's nose off on his pants. He would be surprised if Parker could still fight, as blood was flowing down his face and onto his clothes. Just as Emory suspected, Parker rushed through the crowd and into a classroom down the hall.

The next thing Emory knew, he was seated back in the principal's office, waiting for him to enter. He already expected the dumb lecture he would receive, so he wasn't too tense. Emory looked over at the door as it opened, but the principal wasn't the one who walked in.

Emory furrowed his eyebrows as a tall, muscular man walked through the door, his blueish-gray eyes narrowed and an angry expression on his face. He had black hair that was slicked off to the side, kept tidy. He was wearing a tight fitting black suit, with a black tie, black belt, and black dress shoes. "Is he fucking emo or some shit? He's in all black." Emory thought, trying to suppress the laugh that was forming in his throat.

"What the fuck did I say?" The man spoke, his voice booming through the room. It was deep too.
"What? Who even are you?" Emory questioned, clearly confused on who this man was.
"You know damn well who I am." The statement was dull, no emotions behind it. Emory thought for a moment before he felt his heart pound harder inside his chest. "Oh, shit. It's that crazy motherfucker that texted me." He thought. Emory suddenly stood up and went to exit the office, not wanting to deal with whatever crap this was.
"Sit." Red commanded, not giving Emory the chance to take one step towards the door. Emory hesitated but he reluctantly sat back down in the chair, slouching down and looking at his feet. He could feel Red's eyes on him, and it made him... nervous. He hadn't felt nervous for a long time, and he most definitely didn't like it. It felt like an eternity before Red started to talk again.
"I specifically told you not to get in any fights, and what exactly did you do?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back on the desk, glaring at Emory. Emory waited a little before answering.
"To be fair, he hit me first!" Emory responded, trying to get out of the deep shit he was in.
"You provoked him." Red added, he basically knew everything about the fight, there was no use lying. Except that's exactly what Emory decided to do.
"No I did n—" Emory started to say before being cut off.
"Don't lie to me. You won't like the outcome." Red's tone was cold, and he wasn't joking, not even slightly. It sent shivers down Emory's spine but he ignored it.
"Yeah, I provoked him, but I was craving the adrenaline!" Emory whined, trying to defend his case even though he was doing a pretty fucking bad job.
"You need to learn how to control you anger." It wasn't a request, more like a demand. No, not like a demand, it was a demand. Emory just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, yeah, let me just turn off my anger. Can't believe I didn't think of that." Emory replied, his tone filled with sarcasm. Suddenly Red got up off the desk and walked to Emory, crouching down and grabbing him by the face, forcing Emory to look him in the eyes.
"I won't be so lenient the next time you get in a fight." Red hissed, squeezing Emory's face slightly before letting go and straightening up, fixing his tie. Emory didn't respond and looked back down to the floor. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, and this was the first time someone had left him completely speechless out of... what even was this feeling? Fear? No. Emory doesn't get afraid.

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AUTHORS NOTE:
By the time this is published, I have officially no readers but that's okay because I enjoy writing these, no matter the amount of people who read them. If you are reading this, thank you!

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