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

You ever try to hit me again, things won't turn out well for you.

Emory was left alone in the office, he brought his hand up and clutched his chest where Parker had previously hit him. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and the pain was starting to settle in. He stood up and left the office, the school bell ringing indicating that the day was over.

Emory waited outside, watching everyone leave, hoping to see Red again, but he didn't. Emory huffed and pulled his phone out. He didn't feel like texting so he hit the call button and brought the phone up to his hear.
"I'm busy, what?" Red's tone was cold, and you could hear the sound of cars passing in the background.
"Oh, you can fucking multitask." Emory responded, the attitude prominent in his voice.
"Language." Red scolded before muttering something.
"What?" Emory hadn't heard what Red had said and he was curious. Red most likely would brush it off, but it was worth a shot. Emory was expecting to at-least get a response but Red just hung up. How rude.
"Whatever. I didn't even want to talk to his stupid ass." Emory thought to himself, pouting slightly. He huffed before walking over to his car and getting in. He swung his bag into the passenger seat and placed his phone in the cup holder.

He started driving, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, anxiously. Anxiously? No. Emory doesn't get anxious. Maybe he was just bored? Anyway. Emory didn't feel like going home, so instead he decided to go to the basketball court.

After about ten minutes, he arrived, parked his car, and got out. It was completely empty, so that was even better. It didn't really matter either way, because he would've made anyone else leave. He didn't bring any money so he couldn't buy a water, but that wasn't going to stop him from practicing. He walked to the court and grabbed a basketball that was in the grass. There was always about two or three, since people can't he bothered to put them back in the bin. Emory was one of those people. Although it was quite boring playing by himself, he'd rather be alone than play with some random dude. He mostly did shooting drills, and he made roughly 80% of his shots. He was sweating profusely and was thirsty as fuck, he groaned as he looked for a nearby water fountain, at least. When he didn't find one he huffed and sat down on the court, his back against the basketball hoop's pole. He leaned his head back, panting as he just rolled the ball away from him. He pulled his phone out and saw that he had a new text message.

I finished taking care of what I had to do. What did you need?

Emory grinned slightly before replying

Bring me a water

Emory waited for Red to respond, he already knew what Red was going to say.

Where are you?

Emory's eyes widened out of shock, he didn't expect Red to actually comply. Of course he wasn't going to take this for granted, he responded after a few seconds of being surprised.

Basketball court near the school.

Emory didn't get a response, but he knew that Red was in fact coming.

After a while of waiting, a SUV pulled up and out stepped Red. He was in a different outfit from earlier, he was wearing a compression tank top and gray sweatpants. Emory's ears turned red, which usually happened when he was... flustered. Huh.

Red walked over to Emory and crouched down beside him, placing the water bottle down.
"You play basketball?" Red questioned, sizing Emory up. Emory grabbed the water and finished the whole thing in a few seconds. He wiped his mouth and crumbled the bottle before placing it back on the pavement.
"I mean, not for a team or anything like that."
Red nodded in acknowledgment and glanced at the crushed bottle.
"Throw it out."
Emory rolled his eyes as a response but stood up and grabbed the bottle, strolling over to the trash can. He chucked the bottle in and went back over to Red, who was now standing. Emory ran his hand through his messy, dark brown hair and looked up at Red. Emory stood at about 6'1", so Red had to be at least 6'5".

"Play me, let's see what you got." Red said in a mocking tone, not believing that Emory was any good at basketball.
"Fine. Don't be upset when I beat you." Emory responded, a small smile forming on his face. Emory grabbed the basketball and chucked it at Red, which he caught a few inches in front of his face. Emory received a slight glare, which was returned with a grin.
"Oops?" He chuckled slightly.

Red rolled his eyes and dribbled the ball to the half court line.
"You're not gonna—" Emory started to say before Red shot the ball and swished it in the hoop. Emory didn't say anything, jaw dropped.
"What's wrong, hm?" Red teased, crossing his arms.
Emory grabbed the ball and jogged over to the half court line as well. He had never actually tried to shoot from here but if Red could do it, he definitely could. Red scoffed, he had no faith in Emory.
Emory shot the ball and, well, drastically missed. Red immediately burst out laughing, as Emory turned to face him.
"Shut up! You cheated!" Emory snapped, making up excuses on why he missed. Red continued laughing before Emory raised his hand and went to slap him. Red caught Emory's hand midair and tightened his grip around Emory's wrist. He had stopped laughing and there was now a cold expression on his face.
"You ever try to hit me again, things won't turn out well for you." Red said blunty before shoving Emory's arm back, causing Emory to stumble slightly.
"Am I understood?" Red asked, waiting for a response. Emory just nodded as he rubbed his wrist, Red sure had a tight grip.
"Use your words." Red commanded, not accepting a nod as an answer. Emory sucked his teeth before replying, "Yes." Red looked Emory up and down before sighing.
"I let you off easy, again. Do not expect warnings in the future." Red barked, cracking his knuckles as he did so. Emory rolled his eyes, he was upset, but not visibly.

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AUTHORS NOTE:
I don't have anything specific to say, but thanks for reading!

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