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

What's worse than suspension?

Emory walked into his least favorite place in the world. Although, to make it better, he wasn't accompanied by his least favorite person in the world. 

It had only been a short matter of time sitting in his homeroom class, when he was dismissed to the principal's office out of nowhere. 

Even though he walked out of his classroom, that didn't mean he was going where he was supposed to. He didn't feel like dealing with the principal's shit right now. 

Taking a slight detour, he went to the last classroom on the third floor. 

It was supposed to be a detention room, but after someone dropped a smoke grenade when the teacher left to use the bathroom, further setting off all the sprinklers, the principal just decided to make all the students who misbehaved stay in his office after school.

And yes, it was Emory. 

Since the room was no longer used, Emory took it upon himself to turn that into his hideout for when he didn't want to be in school, but couldn't leave. He even took it to bringing in a lock to put on the door so that only he could get in, and only he knew the passcode. 

Even though he had had the secret room for about two months, he had recently changed the passcode.

1854

He dropped his stuff down before taking a seat in one of the desks. There had previously been cameras, given it was a detention room and all, but he had made sure to disable and wipe them so that no-one knew that he was the one who dropped the smoke grenade or that he was making this his hideout. 

After a few minutes, a voice came over the school's intercom. "Emory Rosewood, please report to the principal's office immediately." Obviously, Emory wasn't planning on listening. 

Although he would never willingly go the office, there was one thing that could make him. 

"I got a call." 

And guess who that was from. 

If you guessed Red, you're wrong. 

Emory froze upon seeing the text message. He would've been relatively fine if it had been Red who sent it. But instead, it was someone far worse. 

His father. 

Quickly opening the message, he hurriedly started typing.

"From who? About what?"  

"The school. Why the fuck are they telling me that you're getting expelled? You better start explaining this shit, Emory." 

He read the message twice. He expected something about suspension, at least it wouldn't be as bad. But to be expelled meant a lot of trouble. 

Standing from the desk and grabbing his bag while texting his dad back, "They must have the wrong person, I'll go to the office now." was the best move he could pull. 

He walked out of his hideout and quite literally ran to the principal's office. He slammed the door open and walked in, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. 

"What the actual fuck? You're fucking expelling me? For what?" He snapped, approaching the principal. 

"Have a seat, Emory," He began, sighing at the yelling. 

"No fucking way! You're not expelling me!" Emory shouted back, dropping his bag to the floor as he continued to stand in front of the desk, unwavering. 

"You've been causing too many problems." 

"You can't expel me," Emory muttered, the volume of his voice dropping. He slowly lowered himself into the chair, his eyes not moving from Mr. Jones.

"I have given you way too many chances. You have taken advantage of them all. I have no choice but to expel you." 

"Do I get a phone call?" 

"What is this, prison? No you do not get a phone call. You're expelled, that's it." 

"I think I should get a phone call," Emory responded, pulling his phone out and dialing a number, turning speaker phone on as he did so. 

"What'd you do now?" Red answered, a slight scoff heard on his end of the line. 

"Apparently I'm being expelled," Emory mumbled, glancing up at the principal, whose expression had slightly changed. 

"What the fuck? Expelled? What the hell did you do?" Red replied, excess background noise now picking up. 

"I didn't do anything recently. Why don't you ask the bitch who's dealing me this shit?" Emory rolled his eyes, flipping Mr. Jones off.

"Oh, I will. I'll be there in ten," Red scoffed, the sound of his car starting before he hung up the phone. 

Emory put his phone back in his pocket and grinned slightly up at the principal, who gave a glare in response. 

Around ten minutes later, Red walked in. Visibly irritated too. 

"What's the reasoning for this, Andrew?" Red demanded, walking up behind Emory's chair and standing behind it, placing his hands down on the armrests and leaning forward slightly.

"Mr. Kipper, good evening. Emory has just been... causing too many problems lately. I've been receiving multiple complaints and I've recently been notified that he apparently jumped someone outside of a store yesterday."

"I'll be delighted to let you know that it was in self-defense and he wasn't the one jumping someone. If you're planning on expelling him for some shit like that, at least know what really happened," Red responded, moving to the side of the chair in order to be more face-to-face with the principal. 

"I apologize, but I'm not allowing him to stay in my school," Mr. Jones said, clearing his throat before looking down. 

"Emory," Red started, glancing down to look at him. "do you want to stay in the school?" 

Emory nodded in response, not looking at Red either. 

Red nodded as well before turning his attention back to Mr. Jones. "If you expel him, this will no longer be your school. You know damn well that I have more power than you, Andrew." 

Mr. Jones paused briefly before responding, "Very well. However, if there are more incidents, my hands are tied in this matter, Mr. Kipper."

"Good," Red muttered, turning to Emory. "Get up," 

Emory hesitated slightly but stood up, grabbing his bag and following Red out into the hallway. 

"Thanks," Emory mumbled, still staring at the floor instead of making eye-contact. 

"Listen up," Red began, "you get into another fight in this school, I'm making sure you're too scared to get in one again. Is the clear?" 

Emory rolled his eyes but nodded, texting his dad to tell him that it was the wrong person and that he should be getting a call explaining it soon. 

"But if they start pressing you, Em, you beat their ass until they can't fucking walk straight." 

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AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter seems boring but I was sort of blanking. Unlike a lot of people who write shit, I don't have a planner or whatever for the storyline. I don't have anything at all. I literally just go wherever it's taking me at the moment. But anyway, the code for Emory's hideout has a meaning. If anyone figures it out, I'll be impressed. Although I won't say if you're right or not, if your guess is correct and before it gets revealed, I'll make sure to credit you at the end of that chapter. 

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