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

Almost like a personal bodyguard.

Emory drove to the supermarket after walking out of the school; he had to buy some groceries, as he was running low on food. He parked and grabbed his wallet before stepping out of the car. It wasn't a famous place, but it was practical. He was friends with the cashier, Tyler, and sometimes got discounts, which was even better. As he stepped into the store, he took a quick look around. Usually, there would only be one or two people here at most, and today there was one. It was unlikely for new people to go here, as everyone who did had a personal relationship with one of the cashiers and only came for them. The other person in the store was someone Emory had never seen before, so he was slightly confused as he walked over to Tyler.
"Who's that guy? You know him?" Emory asked, dropping his voice to a whisper. Tyler looked at Emory and grinned.
"Nah, he just walked in here. Looks kind of intimidating, don't you think?" Emory scoffed in response, turning his gaze to the man. He sized the man up, then looked back to Tyler.
"I'd kick his ass," Emory replied, his voice steady. Tyler grinned and rolled his eyes before leaning back against the wall.
"Sure you would, now fuck off, I've got work to do." Emory grinned as well before walking to the aisle the man was in.

He subtly tried to look at the man, but the man noticed almost immediately.
"What are you staring at, huh, kid?" The man's voice was deep, and his tone was serious. Emory scoffed and turned his body to face the man.
"I was trying to look at the shelf behind you, but your fatass is blocking my view," Emory smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. The man narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists by his sides.
"You wanna repeat that, you little shit?"
"Your fatass is blocking my fucking view." The man growled in frustration before stepping towards Emory, getting up in his space. Emory grinned and was about to say something until the man punched Emory square in the nose. Emory's head shot back, and he brought a hand to his nose, blood pouring from it. Emory grunted in pain, breathing heavily. Just as Emory was about to hit the man, the shop door's bell rang. The man looked away from Emory, his gaze fixed upon the door. Suddenly, the color from the man's face faded.

Emory turned around, looking to the door, and that's when he saw Red standing there. Red walked up to Emory, gently grabbing his chin and tilting his head upwards so he could look at his nose.
"What the fuck happened?" Red asked, his tone cold. Emory shrugged and pulled his face away from Red, putting his hand back over his nose. Red grabbed Emory's hand and moved it before pulling a tissue out of his pocket and handing it to Emory. Emory rolled his eyes but pressed the tissue to his nose, wincing slightly. Red then walked past Emory and to the man, narrowing his eyes.
"Apologize to him, and it'll make this easier for the both of us," Red commanded, looking the man up and down. The man stuttered, scrambling to put an apology together.
"I- I'm sorry for hitting you, I- I just... I wasn't thinking! Please forgive me!" The man pleaded; his tone had changed, and he sounded frightened. Red nodded, turning his head to look at Emory. Emory grinned, trying to suppress his laugh.
"Oh, it's fine," Emory responded before speaking again and dropping his voice to a whisper. "But I probably would've rocked your ass anyway."
The man rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by Emory's response. Red smiled sarcastically and stared the man in the eyes.
"You little shit!" The man yelled. Red's smile flickered, and he chuckled slightly before his expression darkened.
"Don't talk to him that way," Red's tone was firm, but the man just scoffed.
"You know what? What are you gonna do? Huh?" The man teased, smirking.

Red paused for a moment before cracking his knuckles, along with his neck. Then, unexpectedly — well, not that unexpectedly — Red punched the man in the side of the face. The man collapsed to the ground on impact. He was out cold.
Emory's eyes widened as the man lay motionless on the ground, Red hovering over him. Then, Red spat on the man before turning and walking to Emory, who was still shocked.
"How did you– you just... what? You hit him once, and you- you knocked him out?" Emory exclaimed. He wasn't expecting Red to be able to do that because when Red had hit him, it didn't even hurt that bad. "That's fucking insane. How did he do that? Can he do that to me if I piss him off too much? Fuck, that's crazy." Emory thought, zoning out for a brief moment.
"To be fair, I warned him," Red grumbled, beginning to walk away.
"What? You're just going to walk away after you fucking–" Emory began before getting cut off.
"Language," Red reminded.
"Right. But walking away after knocking someone out?"
"He'll be fine. I'm not gonna nurse his ass back to health if that's what you want." Emory rolled his eyes and pulled the tissue away from his nose; it had stopped bleeding for the most part.
"Bleeding stop yet?" Red asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

Emory was about to reply before Tyler ran out from the storage room with a bat, but he stopped once he saw the man lying unconscious on the ground. Tyler looked from the man to Red, then looked at Emory with a confused expression.
"...Why the fuck does your little friend have a bat?" Red questioned, looking Tyler up and down.
"I was planning on kicking the guy's ass myself, but... I guess someone beat me to it." Tyler shrugged and leaned the bat against the shelf. Emory sighed, shaking his head slightly. He brushed his hair out of his face and then looked back to Red.
"You can go now," Emory said, his tone neutral once more. Red nodded before responding.
"If you're not ready by the time I arrive at your house, we're having a chat." Emory rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but grin.
"Yeah, I know."

After that, Red left the store to God knows where. Tyler crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the shelf.
"Who was that?" He asked, staring at Emory as Emory nudged the man with his foot.
"Just some guy who gets me out of trouble and buys me shit."
"And where'd you meet him?"
"Texted me saying he could get me out of a suspension. Now stop asking so many questions."
"Well, I'm not going to let you get kidnapped by some creep, Emory."
"Be so fucking for real. Red just knocked a guy out for hitting me when I pissed the man off first."
"Oh, so his name is Red?" Emory groaned, turning to face Tyler.
"Yes, his name is Red." Tyler scoffed, shaking his head.
"This is unbelievable. You might as well get into a random person's van!"
"Whatever. I have to finish what I came here for. I need some groceries, man."
"Just take whatever. I could care less at this point." Emory grinned, grabbing stuff off the shelves.
"Thanks, Tyler~"
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AUTHORS NOTE:
This chapter was a longer one, thanks for reading <3

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