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

Infirmary

Emory sighed as he entered his first class of the day, which was technically his second class. Science. He looked around, noticing that Stephen wasn't there.

He rolled his eyes before sitting in the first open seat he saw, slumping down as he dropped his bag. He glanced next to him and realized that he had just sat next to Parker. Also known as his biggest rival. Also also known as the kid whose nose he broke. He grinned slightly, Parker had a bandage over the bridge of his nose.
"Move," Parker grumbled, clenching his pencil as he narrowed his eyes at Emory.
"Why don't you make me? I'll break your arm this time," Emory responded, leaning towards Parker, who scoffed.
"You'll get suspended," Parker snapped back, grinning. Emory paused for a moment. Although he hates to admit it, Parker was right. He couldn't get into any more fights.
"Exactly," Parker said, leaning back in his chair.

Emory just rolled his eyes, adjusting the jacket and rolling up the sleeves.
"Ew," Parker muttered, looking Emory up and down. Emory hesitated for a moment before replying.
"What? What the fuck could you possibly want now?"
"You're jacket is ugly. It doesn't suit you at all," Parker explained, scoffing as he shook his head slightly. Emory gritted his teeth. For some reason, this annoyed him. A lot.

Just as he was about to retaliate, he got a notification. He slowly pulled out his phone, reading the text message he had just gotten over.

Remember, don't get into any fights.

Obviously, it was from Red. Emory huffed before responding.

This little bastard is insulting me. What do you want me to do? Ignore him?

Yes, that's exactly what I want you to do.

Haha. Funny. No.

I'll handle it. Give me his name.

Parker.

Emory smirked slightly, turning his head to look at Parker, who furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why Emory was smirking at him.
"You'll be getting in trouble, not me," Emory warned, satisfied with knowing that Parker was going to eat shit.
"I didn't even do anything, you're lying," Parker responded, crossing his arms over his chest. As Emory was about to respond, the principal came over the loudspeaker.
"Parker Quinn, please report to the principal's office."
Parker narrowed his eyes at Emory as he stood up.
"What the fuck did you do?" He yelled, slamming his hand down on Emory's desk.
"I didn't do anything," Emory responded, winking at Parker. This made Parker even more annoyed, to the point where he swung at Emory.

Emory wasn't expecting this, so he couldn't move out of the way in time. Parker's fist slammed against Emory's eye.
"Gah! Fuck!" Emory grunted, pressing his palm against his eye. And of course, right before Emory was going to hit Parker back, the science teacher, Mr. Woods, pulled Parker back by his shoulder.
"Parker! You were called down to the principal's office! Go there now!" Mr. Woods yelled, shoving Parker towards the door.

Emory grunted, he was definitely going to have a black eye. He pulled out his phone and opened his camera, checking his eye. A purple bruise was forming around his eye, and it was throbbing like crazy.
"Emory," Mr. Woods started, sighing slightly. "go to the nurse." Emory huffed before standing up and grabbing his bag, exiting the room.

He began walking to the infirmary, annoyed. "Great. Now my fucking reputation is lowered. I can't believe I let him hit me." He thought to himself, wincing slightly as he touched his eye. This was the first time in a while he had been in actual pain. From previous fights, Emory knew that Parker had hit him as hard as he could. And Emory hates to think it, but it hurt like a bitch.

When he entered the nurse's office, she looked shocked.
"Why hello there, Emory! I didn't expect to see you here," She said, smiling softly at him.
"What seems to be the problem?" She asked, sweetly. Emory didn't respond and instead moved his hand away from his face, revealing the swelling, black and blue eye underneath it. Mrs. Partridge gasped, hastily walking over to Emory.
"Oh, dear! Are you all right?" She asked, cupping his face. If there was one teacher Emory wasn't annoyed by, it was Mrs. Partridge. She was nice to Emory and honestly acted like a mother to him.
"Yeah, it just hurts a bit," Emory responded, smiling slightly.
"I'll get you all fixed up, Hun. Have a seat in the chair."

Mrs. Partridge walked over to the cabinet and took a small cloth out before running it under cool water. She squeezed the extra water out before walking back over to Emory.
"Apply it against your eye for 20 minutes every hour, okay Sweetie?" She said, handing the cloth to Emory.
"Yeah, thank you," Emory responded, pressing it against his eye. He winced but ignored the pain.
"You can come back down here if it hurts," She comforted, taking a step back and allowing Emory to stand.
"I will," Emory answered, grabbing his bag and heading to the door. He paused as he reached it.
"I appreciate it, Mrs. Partridge," He said softly, placing his hand on the door handle.
"Of course, Emory. You have a good day."

Since third period had now begun, he realized he had study hall. Study hall was boring, so he decided to go to the English room instead. The class Red was subbing for. As he walked to the room, he forgot about his black eye and didn't think about how Red would react. After all, he had knocked out the last man who had hit Emory, even though Emory provoked the man.

He entered the English room, glancing at Red as he dropped his bag down next to a random desk. Red didn't look up, but he knew it was Emory.
"Why are you here? You should be in class," Red questioned, waiting for a response.
"I have study hall, I can study in here," Emory muttered, sitting down at the desk. Red sighed before looking up. He paused, narrowing his eyes.
"Why do you have a cloth over your eye?" Emory froze, tensing slightly.
"Shit... uhm, I..." He trailed off, he didn't know what to say.

Red stood up, walking over to Emory. He leaned down, placing his hands on the desk.
"Move the cloth, Em," Red commanded, waiting for Emory to comply.
"No," Emory mumbled, turning his head away. Red grabbed Emory's jaw and turned his head back.
"Emory, move the goddamn cloth."
"Red, just stop." Emory pleaded. Red grabbed Emory's hand, although not aggressively, and moved it out of the way.

He paused as he saw the bruising around Emory's eye.
"Oh fuck no. Who the hell did this to you? I want a name, now," Red demanded, turning Emory's face in different positions, to look at his eye from different angles.
"It was that dick, Parker," Emory muttered, pulling his face away from Red's grasp and putting the cloth back over his eye. Red sucked his teeth before straightening up and pulling his phone out.
"Mr. Jones? I want Parker Quinn suspended," Red spoke, clenching his phone tightly. He was clearly pissed off.
"A week is fine, thank you," Red grumbled, placing his phone back in his pocket.

"I'll make sure to talk to him," Red stated as he turned back to face Emory, who was visibly in pain.
"How much does it hurt?" Red asked as he walked around the table and crouched down next to Emory.
"It- it's not bad," Emory responded, wincing slightly as he pressed the cloth against his eye again.
"Don't lie to me, you know how I feel about that. I don't care if you're already in pain, I'll double it." Emory sighed before responding again.
"It hurts really bad..." He mumbled, leaning back against the seat.
"I'll bring you home," Red stated, standing up and offering a hand to Emory. Emory ignored Red's hand and stood on his own, avoiding eye contact.
"Thanks," Emory mumbled, beginning to walk to the door. Red grinned slightly.
"Where'd the manners come from?"
"Up your ass,"
"Watch it,"
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AUTHORS NOTE:
I know it's been nine days, forgive me. 😭
I just have a really big essay coming up that's worth A LOT of my grade... my grades are going to drop like Emory's in a second.

I also made this chapter longer because my last ones have been short. I hope this makes up for that.

FUN FACT: Vitamin C quickens black eye healing process.

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