The Ruby wolf (Original)

A mixed lifestyle

⚠HOMOPHOBIA⚠

It's been a year now, since I started protecting Quess, and he still has no idea. I've used my death touch in front of him several times, and he still doesn't believe me. He just thinks that the people are good actors. Whatever though. I'm seventeen now, and I'm starting to develop a crush on him. I thought I was straight, but here come the universe to (yet again) screw up one of my 'I thoughts'. I think he still thinks of me as just a friend, but tonight is his birthday, and it has to go perfectly. I just hope nobody tries to attack him again. So far today though, nobody's tried anything. The 'clean up crew' really hates me, because they don't like cleaning up corpses from other gangs, but they tried to come after Quess, so they got what they deserved. Anyway, so today when I got out of bed, I quickly went to the commissioner to mask that I was going to see Quess. I took care of the rat, and then quickly went to Quesses house. When I got there, he was talking to his girl. When he saw me, he smiled at me, waved me over, and then said;

"Elijah, this is Elliot. My girlfriend."

When I heard that, my jaw literally dropped. Elliott looked at me, and with her southern ass accent she smiled and said;

"Is somethingt he problem, love? Are you feeling alright, today?"

I looked down, trying to hide my disappointment and said;

"No, nothing's the matter... Elliot, was it? Uh... You're a lucky girl. I'm happy for you two."

Quess looked like he was beaming with happiness and said;

"¿Has oído eso, mi amor? Está feliz por nosotras. No tienes nada de qué preocuparte."

Elliot looked back at Quess and said;

"Uhm, cariño, conozco a una queer cuando veo una. ¿Estás seguro de que podemos confiar en él? Lo último que quiero es perderte..."

I crossed my arms, scoffed and said;

"Elliot, puede que sea bisexual... o gay en tus palabras, pero no estoy tratando de robar a tu hombre. No soy así, ya ves."

Quess looked at me surprised and said;

"You know Spanish? I didn't expect that."

I smiled, laughed and said;

"It's a common language. Especially in America, because there are a lot of Hispanics here. It was required to learn."

Elliot looked at me mad and said;

"Ah- oh, well, Quess, honey. I got you a gift. Let's go inside so I can give it to you."

Well, in short we went inside, and went to his sitting room, where Elliot gave him a small box. It was just a box that had a electric car in it. Nothing more, but Quess stood up and gave Elliot a kiss in her lips, and was giving her praise. I tried my best not to gag, but my immature ass self got the best of me. I then gagged and Elliot said;

"You're just mad because I got to him first, fag. Maybe back off my man, and go find someone else to drag down to hell with you."

I then stood up. I was NOT about to let some random bitch I just met, disrespect me like this. I put my hands in fists again and said;

"¡Chica! ¿Cuántas veces tengo que decirlo? ¡No quiero a tu hombre! Y no me llames maricón. No se te permite decir eso. Tienes suerte de haberme conocido, y no de alguien que conozco. They would have knocked your teeth out by now. You're just lucky. Very lucky."

Quess then got in between me and Elliot and said;

"Okay! So, no fighting in the house, please! And... Uhm... Amour, I've known Elijah for more time, please try to show him some respect, will you? For me, at least."