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

Better at listening.

"I'm not fucking apologizing to him!" Emory yelled, furrowing his eyebrows as he glared at Red.
"See? I told you," Mr. Jones scoffed, shaking his head.
"It takes a second, he'll apologize. Trust me," Red responded, emphasis on the 'trust me'. Red looked Emory in the eyes, causing Emory to shift slightly in the chair.
"Emory, when I tell you to apologize, you do it, you hear me?"
"But he doesn't fucking—"
"Language."
"He doesn't deserve an apology!" Mr. Jones raised an eyebrow, glancing between Red and Emory.
"Yet he watches his language," Mr. Jones muttered, leaning on his desk.
"Emory, apologize right this fucking instant, and I just might let you off with a warning," Red whispered to Emory, his voice quiet enough so Mr. Jones couldn't overhear. Emory sucked his teeth before looking at Mr. Jones.
"Sorry," He grumbled, rolling his eyes. Mr. Jones looked confused and shocked, he didn't expect Emory to comply. Red nodded slightly but didn't look satisfied.
"Again," He said, tapping the chair's armrest.
"I'm sorry for acting up, Mr. Jones," Emory mumbled in response, now turning his attention to the floor.
"Fine then, you won't get suspended yet. But if you act up once more, you bet your ass you are." Mr. Jones walked to his chair and sat down before dismissing Emory and Red out of the room.

As they were walking down the hallway, Red spoke. "What a good job you did apologizing."
"Excuse me?" Emory looked over at Red, confused at the sudden praise. Red chuckled softly before meeting Emory's gaze.
"You've been getting better at doing what I ask."
"No,"
"Keep telling yourself that, Em." There it was again, that nickname that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
"What's up with that?" Emory asked, now looking forward.
"With what?"
"The stupid nickname," Red paused, putting his hands in his pockets.
"You want me to stop calling you that?"
"I didn't say that..." Emory muttered. For some reason, he liked it when Red called him that, even though he told himself it was a dumb nickname.
"Is that so?" Red grinned before putting an arm around Emory's shoulders, pulling him in. Emory grunted, grabbing Red's arm but not trying to remove it.
"We're still in school you know? If someone sees you walking with me—"
"Let them see then. Or are you shy?" Red teased, Emory loosening his grip on Red's arm slightly before letting go.
"I'm not," Emory muttered, putting his head down as they continued walking.
"Head up then," Emory didn't hesitate in the slightest, he put his head up as soon as Red asked him to.
"See? So obedient," Red mumbled under his breath.
"Huh?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it," Red responded, laughing slightly.

The end of the day rolled around which meant two things. One of which was that Emory got to go home, while the second thing was way less fun. Since Red had brought Emory to school, that also meant that Red was going to have to take Emory home. Unless Emory got a ride from someone else.

Emory sat outside of the school, his back against the wall. He pulled his phone out and found Stephen's contact before calling him.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, can you take me home, Steph?"

"Why? You have a car."

"Just take me home, okay?"

"Fine, where are you?"

"Front of the school, thanks."

Emory hung up the phone, watching people leave the school. All was well until Red walked through the doors, glancing down at Emory and walking to stand in front of him.
"My friend is taking me home, don't bother asking," Emory said, avoiding eye contact. Red crouched down in front of him, getting eye level.
"Oh really now?" Red cocked his head to the side, waiting for a response.
"Yeah, you can go. I'd rather him not see me talking to you," Emory responded, rolling his eyes and wanting to be done with the conversation. Red paused for a moment before looking at Emory.
"I'm not sure what happened, but I don't like that tone of yours," Red stated, unamused. Emory scoffed, turning his head to stare Red in the eyes.
"I'm just tired of this shitty..." His voice trailed off but he quickly regained composure. "Of this annoying school," He finished, glancing down at his hands.
"Good correction," Red muttered, nodding his head slightly. Red then stood up, brushing himself off before walking away. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Emory before saying one last thing.
"Get home safe, you know what to do if you need anything." Red then winked before continuing his walk to his car.

It took about ten minutes for Stephen to pull around with his car. It wasn't as fancy as Red's, it was just a white Nissan Altima with a black interior. Emory pushed himself up off the ground, walking to the car and getting in. It was a mess, garbage was everywhere in the backseat, but it was always like that, Emory had just learned to get used to it.
"So why don't you have your car?" Stephen asked as he drove, turning the music up loud.
"I got a ride," Emory responded, annoyed with how loud the music was. Stephen just nodded, tapping his hand against the center console to the music.

After a long drive of Emory's eardrums bursting, Stephen pulled the car into the apartment driveway, unlocked the car doors, and turned the music higher. Emory got out, yanking his bag from the car, and heading inside the building. Once he got inside, he immediately went to his room. "Today was so fucking shitty, Ella almost got me suspended, that little bitch." He thought to himself, finishing his nightly routine of taking a shower, brushing his teeth, getting changed, and getting into bed. Usually, Emory blow-dried his hair after a shower because the wet hair against his neck annoyed him, but tonight he was far too pissed off and too tired to do anything else but sleep. This time, he set an alarm so he wouldn't have a repeat of what happened this morning. Even though Emory thought he didn't like Red picking him up and driving him to school, it was also enjoyable to see how many suits the man owned.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Hi, thanks for reading! Emory is starting to enjoy Red's presence, even if he tells himself he doesn't. Have fun ya'll~

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