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

What an odd substitute.

Emory woke up to his phone ringing, he groaned and yanked it off the nightstand, looking at the time and pressing it to his ear.
"What do you want? It's five in the fucking morning you fucking bitch..." Emory hadn't checked who had called him, he was too annoyed to even think about that. The person on the other line didn't reply at first, so Emory sat up more in his bed.
"Well? If you're not going to say anything I'm hanging up." Emory waited for a response, and just as he was going to hang up, the other person spoke.
"Repeat that for me." Emory paused and quickly looked at the caller ID, his stomach dropping once he saw who it was.
"Red, I- I didn't know who I was talking to!" Emory stumbled over his words, trying to get an explanation out.
"First of all, you shouldn't be picking the phone up like that, regardless of who it is. Second of all, if you don't arrive at your first and second class, we're going to have some problems." Emory sighed, leaning his head back against the backboard of the bed.
"Yeah, whatever." Emory muttered, getting up out of the bed.
"Tone." Emory groaned as a response.
"Can I hang up now?" Emory asked, placing the phone down on his bathroom counter, turning the speakerphone on.
"Go ahead, I'll see you later anyway." With that, Red hung up the phone himself. Emory paused, but didn't think much of it.

After Emory had showered and changed, he drove over to the school. He sat in the parking lot for a bit before walking to class.

His first class was boring, and as he stepped inside the class, English, he didn't see his teacher but instead saw another man. Emory paused in the doorway, it caught him off guard as to why the teacher would be absent on the day of the essay. Suddenly, the substitute turned and grinned at Emory. That's when Emory realized that it was Red.
"What the fuck?" Emory said on impulse, the other people in class turning to look at him.
"Have a seat, we'll be starting soon." Red replied, a smirk on his face. The teacher's pet, Ella, shot her hand up in the air.
"Yes, blonde girl." Red turned his attention to the girl as Emory slumped down in his seat.
"That's Emory. The teachers usually ignore him because he doesn't participate. There's no use in trying to get him to listen to you." Emory rolled his eyes, her obnoxious voice annoyed him more than anything. Red just smiled.
"Oh, he's gonna participate." Emory scoffed in response.
"Like hell I will." Red looked at Emory, straightening up.
"Repeat that."
"Like. hell. I. will."
"Again,"
"Like... like hell I will."
"And again," Emory hesitated, what was Red playing at? Emory knew that he couldn't disrespect him, but he also wasn't going to let his pride get ruined.
"I'm not fucking participating, and you can't make me." Emory snapped, leaning back in his chair. Red crossed his arms over his chest.
"Sit up straight." Emory rolled his eyes.
"No," Suddenly, Ella raised her hand once more.
"Excuse me, teacher? It's no use talking to him. He won't listen." Red sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Fucking hell..." He muttered, before turning to face the board. Emory grinned, Red had finally given up.

Red starting writing something on the board, it was the word conciliatory. Red then turned and faced Emory once more.
"Tell me the definition of the word. If you get it right, I'll let you sit there. If you get it wrong, you'll behave." Red explained, sitting at the teacher's desk. Emory read the word over, it was one of the words on the assignment they had done the previous night. Emory sucked his teeth as he read it over again.
"He's not gonna get it. He probably doesn't even know how to say it!" Ella teased, the class giggling slightly.
"I'm not afraid to hit a girl." Emory responded, his tone shifting to a more dark one. Ella went quiet and looked down at her desk after that.

Emory glanced at Red, who was smiling slightly at the sight of Emory struggling to recall the definition of the word. He then glanced to Stephen — his best friend who was introduced in the first chapter — to see if he knew the answer. Stephen shook his head, he knew the answer but was intimidated by Red and didn't want to get in trouble. Emory sighed before turning back to Red.
"I don't know." He muttered, rolling his eyes again. Red nodded before speaking again.
"Well then, looks like you'll be participating."
"Who said I agreed?"
"I did."
"Who says I listen to you?" Red didn't respond immediately and instead shuffled over to Emory's desk, leaning down and whispering in his ear.
"Unless you want a repeat of what happened yesterday, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and do as your told." Emory tensed up slightly, nodding. Red smiled before walking back to the front of the class.
"Now then. My name is Mr. Kipper. As you can tell, your usual teacher isn't here today. Something quite... unfortunate had happened to him and he'll be out of the remainder of the week." Red explained, grinning slightly.
"You will all be working on your essays during the duration of the week. I believe that you're supposed to write it on the biggest challenge you've overcome, do correct me if I'm wrong." Red looked around, looking for hands. He sighed before calling on Ella once more.
"You're correct! Although I doubt that Emory is going to write it, he's obviously failing this class! I mean, he has so many missing assignments! At this point, it's—" Ella was planning on continuing her rant, but she was cut off by Red.
"And you're not being much better, as you're insulting your classmate." Emory glanced at Red before taking out his computer and opening the document on which they were supposed to write their essay on.
"You may now begin." Red spoke, sitting down at the teachers desk and pulling out a paper to work on himself.
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