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

A promise is a promise.

It was a silent car ride for the most part, except for the occasional mention of not instigating people to get violent. Watch your mouth this, this has become a pattern that. It's all the same.

Red pulled into the parking lot to Emory's apartment, turned off the car, and waited for Emory to get out.
"You know," Emory began as he started exiting the car. "your lectures are getting worse and worse." Red scoffed in response, crossing his arms and leaning back against the seat.
"Do you want a real lecture, Emory?" Red asked, yanking Emory's backpack from the backseat and tossing it to him. Emory rolled his eyes before responding.
"Yeah, I would love to be lectured. It'd be so much fun," He replied, his tone filled with sarcasm.
"Watch the tone," Red started before sighing. "All right, well, I'm coming over after school ends." He finished, starting the car up again. Emory nodded before slamming the door shut. Unnecessarily hard.

Emory slammed his bag on the counter as he entered his apartment. Although he was happy to be out of school, he was annoyed because his pride was being impacted. He had gotten punched and didn't get the chance to hit back. Or as Emory likes to call it when he's alone, he didn't get the chance to 'reassert his dominance'. He's an odd man.

He made his way to the bathroom, gazing into the mirror at his eye.
"Damn. That's gnarly," He muttered, bringing a hand to his face. He pressed against his eye, wincing instantly.
"Ow," He mumbled, frowning. He wasn't used to being in pain, as he didn't usually get hit. He pressed against his eye again, but harder, almost as if he hadn't just done so. Spoiler alert, it had the same effect.
"Goddamn! What the fuck?" He grunted, dropping his hand down to the sink counter, gripping it as he turned the tap on.

He ran his hands under the water before splashing it on his face. He brushed his hair out of the way, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the towel from its hook and ran that under the water as well. He turned the tap off and walked into the living room, sitting on the couch. He glanced at the towel and rolled his eyes, dropping it next to him.
"I mean, at least it makes me look more badass," He stated, shrugging as he grabbed the remote from the coffee table.

The first channel that appeared when he turned the TV on was the News channel.
"Oh! I bet it's about that mafia shit again," He exclaimed, grinning slightly as he set the remote back down. Not to his surprise, it was.

Unfortunately, it was mostly a recap. However, this allowed Emory to figure out what school the supposed mafia boss was being a substitute at. It was his.
"The only substitute I had this week was Red," Emory mumbled, furrowing his brows as he thought for a moment.
"It was probably a different grade," He decided, nodding his head slightly as he continued watching the TV. That was until his phone buzzed.

He glanced down at his phone, reading the notification.

New message from 'stephen'.

Emory was expecting to see a message from Red, as he texts Red more often than Stephen. But Stephen was his best friend and he would rather have a conversation with him than some other lonely fucker.

yo, heard you got punched

Yeah, and?

WHOLE school is talkin bout it.

Anything good?

no. talkin bout how you didnt hit back.

That's bullshit. He was sent to the principal's office before I could.

rumors spread.

Emory groaned as he slammed his phone down, annoyed.
"What the fuck? I'll have to beat his ass once he's done with his suspension." Emory grumbled, cracking his knuckles before he turned off the TV. He was very upset that his reputation was dropping, and he wasn't going to stand for it. Nothing was going to stop him. Then he paused, thinking about what had happened the last time he was sent to the principal's office himself.
"But I don't want a suspension," He muttered, scratching the back of his head as he shifted on the couch. His phone buzzed again and he reluctantly picked it up, noticing that Red had texted him this time. He sighed as he opened it, reading it over.

I'm coming over now.

K.

Wow. Don't 'K' me.

K.

About thirty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Emory huffed, standing up off the couch and making his way towards it. He opened the door and stepped out of the way, allowing Red to enter. As Red walked in, Emory noticed that he was holding a small black box. Red closed the door and turned to face Emory, a slight grin forming on his lips as he looked at him.
"What?" Emory asked, frowning slightly.
"Nothing," Red responded, reaching his hand out and fixing the collar of 'Emory's' jacket.

Emory rolled his eyes before glancing back at the box Red was holding. He let his eyes linger on the box for a few more seconds before making eye contact with Red once more.
"What's in the box?" He questioned, motioning towards it. Red smirked, holding the box up and shaking it back and forth slightly.
"This? Let's just say it's a gift." Red held the box out, wanting Emory to take it. Emory reluctantly took it, holding it for a moment before opening it.

His jaw dropped when he opened it. He snapped his eyes up onto Red's, shocked. Red stared back at him with an even larger smirk spreading over his face.
Emory picked a black pilot's watch up out of the box, flipping it around in his hand, seemingly analyzing it.
"Holy shit," Emory mumbled, glancing up at Red again.
"Black dial, black strap. You wanted black, correct?" Red asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Well... yeah, but how much was it? I don't have to pay you back, right?"
"12,000. It was significantly less than mine so don't worry about it. I promised you that I'd get you one, so I did." Red began before taking a step closer to Emory. "However, you could pay me back with a kiss."

Emory scoffed in response, adjusting the watch to fit comfortably around his wrist.
"Haha. You're very funny," Emory replied sarcastically before walking back into the living room.

Red sighed but followed behind Emory.
"It wasn't really a joke, but okay..." He muttered to himself as he shook his head.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
I have been sick as fuck for the past two and 1/2 weeks and had a horrible headache while writing this but the grind never stops!

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