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

Teenage dirtbags.

*WARNING: THERE WILL BE SOME HOMOPHOBIA CONTAINED IN THIS CHAPTER* 

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Red and Emory walked up to the overly large glass doors of the Apple store, walking inside to find only a small crowd of teenagers hovering over one of the tables. Other than that, the store itself was fairly empty.

They approached a table that was near the back and held most of the MacBooks, scanning over the tags written on them, trying to find the one that Emory supposedly wanted. 

It didn't take long, as Red found it in only a few seconds. 

"This kind?" He asked, gesturing to two different MacBook in front of him. 

Emory walked around the table to stand next to Red. "Uh, yeah, one of those," Emory responded, looking down at the two in front of Red. 

The only difference between the two was that one was 16 inches while the other was 14. Checking the prices, the larger scaled one was worth $4,000, and the smaller one was closer to $3,000. 

"Which one?" Red asked, turning his attention from the MacBooks to Emory, who just simply shrugged in response. "Okay, I'll get you the 16-inch one then," Red concluded, walking up to the desk, Emory following behind him. 

As they walked to the front desk, they passed the group of teenagers. From what Emory could tell, as he observed them, the seemingly oldest one was around his age, being 17 or possibly 18 as well. The definite youngest in the group seemed to be 15, while the others looked like they could range from 16 to 18 in age.

Red stopped in front of the desk and spoke to the man behind it about purchasing the MacBook. Emory continued to observe the group, staring at each individual person before one of them looked up. 

Emory still held eye-contact, but his harsh gaze faltered slightly. The one who looked up appeared to be in the 16 - 17 range, with shaggy blonde hair and brown eyes. 

The boy grinned slightly before looking back to his friends and saying something to them, something that caused all of them to look at Emory. 

Emory furrowed his brows slightly, but before he could completely analyze them, and think of a reason as to why they were all staring at him, Red tapped his shoulder.

"What color do you want it in?" Red asked, tapping his hand on the desk, in front of the display of colors that the worker had set out for Emory to pick from.

"Just do silver," Emory muttered, not glancing at the different colors to choose from and instead continuing to stare at the group, the group continuing to stare back. 

After a while, the group  broke eye-contact first, walking out of the store. There were five of them, but none of them seemed overly intimidating.

"Your total is $7,698.98, cash or card?" The worked stated, breaking the silence. 

Emory whipped his head around, furrowing his brows at the price. It was originally $4,000, how did it get up to $7,000?

Red handed the man his card, and glanced at Emory, smirking slightly. "What?"

"How the fuck is it—" He started, Red cutting him off for some bullshit. 

"Language," He stated, his expression hardening slightly.

"Okay, whatever, how did it go up so much?" Emory questioned, watching as the man handed Red his card and went to the backroom to retrieve the MacBook. 

"I just upgraded everything I could. Not sure what that includes, but you have the max storage or something," Red answered, shrugging as he waited for the worker to return. 

Once they got the MacBook, they exited the store. Red walked out first and Emory followed behind him. 

As Emory walked out, he tripped over something and slammed into Red's back, stabilizing himself and standing up, he glanced behind him to see if he tripped on a rock or something. Red also turned, checking to see if Emory was hurt in any way.

When Emory turned around, he couldn't see anything on the ground that he could've tripped on, but he heard laughing to the right of him. 

As he looked up, the same group of teenagers from earlier were standing there, snickering as if they had just made the biggest accomplishment of their lives. But, it was the worst mistake they could've made instead.

Red beat Emory to words, clearly agitated with the group. Protective much?

"What the fuck? Are you looking to get your ass beat?" Red snapped, glaring at the one who was in the front of the group, the obviously oldest one. 

The oldest one snickered before responding, "What are you gonna do, huh? It's pretty sad that your boyfriend has to get you to defend him." 

Emory scoffed, taking a step towards the group. "I don't need him. I can take all five of you at once."

"See, now that's gay shit! Beat the faggot's ass, Chris!" Called a guy from the back, addressing the oldest as 'Chris'.

Taking a quick step forward, Chris shoved Emory, only making him take a few steps back. Emory responded by swinging his right fist into Chris' jaw, delivering a firm right hook. Chris scoffed, massaging his jaw before kicking Emory in the knee, causing his stance to falter slightly.

Before Emory could readjust correctly, Chris grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed him back against the wall of the Apple store. He proceeded to grab Emory by the throat. Quite unoriginal, but more effective. 

This time, however, Emory was able to quickly get Chris off of him by kneeing him in the groin. Although very harsh, this is Emory. Why would he care?

Chris dropped to his knees, groaning in pain and glaring up at Emory. "What the fuck!? You're that much of a weak bitch that all you can do is—" Chris started, speaking through gritted teeth. But he was quickly cut off by Emory kicking him in the jaw, causing him to land on his side, lying on the concrete. 

"You really do talk a lot. I think you're gonna need someone to defend you now," Emory muttered, spitting on Chris before turning around to see the other guys, who were now gone, Red standing in the spot they once were.

"Where did...?" Emory started, trailing off as Red turned to face him. 

"They're all pussies. I threw one punch and they all ran. I didn't even get to have any fun," Red complained, walking over to Emory and glancing down at the guy on the ground, apparently wreathing in pain.

"At least you had some fun," Red grumbled, motioning towards Chris. 

"Not really. It's only fun if they put up a real fight," Emory shrugged in response, putting his hands in his pockets.

"What? Were you looking for a Tyler rematch or some shit?" Red responded, grinning slightly as he turned back to face Emory.

"Oh, shut up. I wasn't prepared for that," Emory tried to explain, furrowing his brows.

"Whatever you say, Em," Red scoffed, holding the bag that the MacBook was in out for Emory to grab. "Here's your MacBook, you're lucky it didn't get damaged."

Emory rolled his eyes as he took the bag. "We both know you can easily afford to buy another one."

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AUTHORS NOTE: I wrote this while I was calling one of my friends. Also, this is completely irrelevant, but I added these random guys on Snapchat, and they made a group chat with me and my friend, and they named it 'jerk circle'. HELLO?

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