Bad Boy And The Emo Fall In-Love (remake)

Chap 43

It'd been a month since Zane ended things with Shane. School was awful, and he was known as the gay guy who went straight for Jacklyn. He was forced into the popularity very quickly, and it made him anxious. He eventually learned how to smile through it.

Shane never looked his way anymore, Gill and Sammy were both still pissed, and Chance was confused and angry about his brother not telling him what was going on. Zane started disappearing into the night again, and Chance knew something was up, but every time he asked he was shot down. Chance watched his brother become more tired, sometimes limping, and sometimes having a random new bruise here and there, but he also found the alcohol stash under Zane's bed to have 3 new bottles, all of Jack Daniels, one empty, one half gone, and one unopened. He also found a bag of 'gummies'. He stuffed it all back under Zane's bed. and sat there in anger and sadness.

It was 2 in the morning, and Chance was just starting to nod off when Zane's window slid open and Zane slid inside. Chance stood, turned on the lights, and crossed his arms. Zane's mouth hung open when he saw his brother, then he smiled and chuckled. Chance watched as Zane slid the door shut and went to his closet.

"What?" Zane asked.

"Where the hell have you been?" Chance asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

"That's none of your business," Zane sighed. "Go to bed Chance."

"Not until you tell me what the fuck is up with you lately."

"Chance," Zane closed his closet door, a medkit in hand. "Get out and go to bed."

"Why do you need that?"

"Leave, Chance."

Chance raised a brow, then went to the bed and kicked out the box of alcohol and gummies. he picked up the box and sat down with it on the bed.

"Explain where you get this from."

"Johns bar, duh?"

"You don't drink Jack when you're at the bar."

"How would you know that?" Zane scoffed and put the medkit on his desk.

"Because you don't drink Jack, not until now at least."

"Chance," Zane sighed, "Please stop meddling."

"And what about those gummies? Weed now, huh? For what?"

"Chance, I'm warning you to stop."

"The med kit, the weed gummies, the weird fucking suit, the Jack, the 2 am trips home, Jacklyn, Shane, what is going on?"

"Chance," Zane barked out in anger. "Just fucking leave it, okay?"

"Zane, I'm worried."

"Dont be, I'm fucking fine."

"You're not."

"Fine. I'm not fucking okay, but so what? This is all I can do, Chance! So, just fucking leave it alone and go to your fucking room!"

Chance huffed, took out the open jack, and took a swig. "Were talking tonight Zane, even if we have to be drinking, or getting high, or whatever, we're talking."

"Dont fucking do this chance, just stop."

"I don't want to," Chance shrugged and offered the bottle to Zane. "At least tell me what happened with Shane and why you're suddenly straight?"

"I'm not straight," Zane cringed at the label.

"Then why are you suddenly dating Jacklyn?" Chance asked calmly this time. He stood and went to Zane's dresser, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out 2 shot glasses hidden in the back.

"How'd you know those were back there?" Zane laughed lightly.

"We're brothers, we think alike."

Zane sat down and took a shot glass he filled it with Jack Daniels then downed the shot. He put it on his nightstand and started to take off the tie.

"So, Jacklyn," Chance asks again.

"First, you promise that whatever you see or hear stays in this room, you got that?"

"Promise," Chance held his hand to his heart, then put said hand into the air. Zane copied.

"The bitch and I, we're not really dating," Zane says and unbuttons the shirt around him, then pulled the medical kit to the floor with him. He pulled the med kit open, then pulled out another box from his bed. "She's blackmailing me with some shit I can't say."

Chance watched as Zane emptied his pockets, taking out a few bills and coins and putting them in the box, then took out a knife and put that in, then a few rings and a solid gold chain and put it all in the box. Chance watched Zane take off the bulky watch from his wrist and put it in the box. Chance reached forward, only to get his hand slapped away.

"You're not allowed to touch shit in the box, you hear me?"

"Why?"

"You're fingerprints," Zane sighed put the lid back on the box, and pushed it back under his bed. "Just swear you won't touch it or anything inside."

"Promise," Chance says and puts his hand on his heart, then in the air. "where'd you get that stuff then?" He asks and pours himself a shot.

"Work."

"Jacklyn's blackmailing you into dating her, and what does she gain out of it?"

"Popularity, that's it. And I gain nothing, that's how blackmail works."

"Okay, did you talk to Hope?"

"Somewhat, shits getting figured out."

Chance poured them some shots, and Zane downed his before finally removing the rest of his shirt, revealing a cut along his forearm.

"What the fuck?" Chance slides down and gets close. "What happened?"

"Work, it's fine, this is nothing."

Chance watched as Zane cleaned the wound and wrapped it. "How often do you get hurt?"

"Not often, I was clumsy this time."

"What do you do for work?"

"You know I can't say, Chance."

"Worth a shot. Will you at least tell me about this little goodie box?"

"I go on car rides when I'm at work sometimes, the weed helps me keep calm while still able to do my job. The alcohol is a reward whenever someone leaves it behind."

"Am I allowed to guess what you do for work?"

"No," Zane grumbled as he stood up and packed up the first aid kit. "Are we done now Chance? I'm tired."

Chance gave a slow nod, stood up, and left for his room. Zane sighed and fell back onto his bed; annoyed and sad.