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

Jacket laced with his cologne.

The car ride to the school was boring and awkward until Red decided to break the silence.
"Don't get into any more fights, you hear me?" He said, taking a glance at Emory who rolled his eyes in response.
"It's a Friday, just go one more day without lashing out," Red continued after not getting a response. Emory didn't answer, he instead just stared out the window.
"Emory, are you even listening to me?" Red turned to look at Emory as he continued driving, slowing down slightly. When he didn't get a response, he started to get annoyed.
"Emory, answer me," He demanded, his tone shifting to one of more aggression. Emory glared around Red for a moment before finally responding.
"It's none of your fucking business if I get in a fight or not, so shut up." Red scoffed, sucking his teeth as he pulled the car over to the side of the road.

They sat in silence for a minute before Red spoke.
"I don't know where your attitude is coming from, but you better lose it."
"Why don't you make me?" Emory retorted, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in the seat.
"Emory Rosewood. Last fucking warning, you hear?"Emory paused, he didn't know if he wanted to cross the line or not. Except he totally did know.
"You don't control me. I'll fucking kick your ass instead!" Emory snapped, narrowing his eyes at Red.
Red nodded silently before unlocking the car doors.
"Get out and walk then," Red stated simply, waiting for Emory to comply with his orders.

Emory furrowed his eyebrows as he continued to glare at Red, confused.
"What?"
"If you don't wanna act right, then you can walk to school."
"Red, It's like a 20-minute drive, it'll take me an hour to walk! And it's seven in the fucking morning!" Emory complained, not moving from his seat. Red didn't start the car and he didn't give in to Emory's whining. He instead stared silently at him.
"Come on, I'm not walking!"
"Get out of my car."
"Red, I'm not—"
"Fucking out!" Red yelled, cutting Emory off mid-sentence. Emory scoffed before unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door, stepping out into the cold air as Red drove off.
"Motherfucker!" Emory shouted in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose as he started to walk.

He pulled out his phone and began texting Red, agitated.

Come back here and pick me up, you dick!

Long story short, he left Emory on read, which only infuriated Emory further.

By the time Emory arrived at the school, it was 8 AM, first period just ended. He was shivering and his teeth were chattering as he walked into the school, it was too cold to be walking outside for an hour. He wasn't a fan of the cold.
"Fuck, it's not even that much warmer in here..." He grumbled as he walked towards the main office.

As he stepped inside the office, he approached the front desk lady.
"Late again? What's the reason this time?" She asked in a bored tone, sliding the check-in paper to Emory. Emory paused, he didn't want anyone to know that Red had come to pick him up, so he had to think of an excuse.
"My car broke down, I had to walk." He muttered as he filled out the paper. The lady didn't respond and just gave Emory a hall pass and ushered him out of the room.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he was walking down the halls. He whipped it out and read the text message.

You finally got here, I see.

Yeah. And I'm fucking cold.

Come to my classroom.

I'm not about to walk into your fucking classroom for no reason.

Then wait outside the door.

Why?

Because I said so. Get your ass over here.

Fine.

Emory pocketed his phone, rolling his eyes as he began to walk to the English classroom. "What could this bastard possibly want? Isn't tormenting me once per day enough?" He thought to himself as he stopped outside of the door, waiting for Red to walk out.

Red stepped out seconds later with a black, leather jacket draped over his arm. Emory furrowed his eyebrows, confused.
"Whose jacket?" He asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Mine," Red responded simply, holding his hand out, offering the jacket to Emory.
"Funny. You weren't wearing a jacket earlier," Emory stated, glancing between Red and the jacket.
"I had one in my car," Red shrugged, waiting for Emory to take it.
"I don't want it," Emory muttered, not wanting to wear Red's jacket.
"Emory, darling, you're shivering." Emory's eyes widened slightly as he brought his hand to his face, covering it as he turned his head so that Red couldn't see the blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Just give me it," He mumbled before yanking the jacket from Red and pulling it on. Red smirked before he walked back into the classroom, ignoring how painfully, obviously flustered Emory had gotten.

As Emory walked to his class, he realized that he liked the comfort of wearing Red's jacket. It had a distinct scent of a woodsy fragrance, which was how Red typically smelt. And for some reason, oddly enough, Emory enjoyed it. He enjoyed the scent.

It reminded him of Red.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Sorry that my recent chapters have been shorter, I just haven't had a lot of free time to write. I will try to make the upcoming chapters more lengthy though.

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