In the shadows, under the bleachers

Chapter 21

I hate Mondays and now I've grown to hate Fridays as well. They have a game that I reluctantly go to and then I go out to party. After all, I need a distraction which ends up not being fun because everyone I go near disappears after a while. Rude. But that part isn't what I hate surprisingly. I hate that I haven't seen Will.

Today there was of course a party.

Mark: Don't wait up, I'm not coming home tonight.

I didn't care, I mean good for him and all but I just didn't care. I had finally made it to the house where the party was hosted at and my legs felt like jello. But I didn't care I made my way inside and I instantly went to the kitchen and poured myself a drink. The first sip burned as well as the second but as I finished it I got used to it. I was sitting on one of the stools sipping my drink when I heard someone whistle and felt someone tap my shoulder. It was someone from the football team, he looked familiar but I couldn't exactly pinpoint his face.

"You're Clark's kid brother aren't you?" He asked, taking a seat next to me.

I nodded slightly, "Yeah, that's me," I eyed him suspiciously, "and you are?" I don't know why but I had a gut feeling that I needed to get out of here.

He gave me a smirk and his hand rested on my shoulder, "You seriously don't remember me?" His hand suddenly moved to my thigh. I was starting to find this whole situation weird. I grabbed his wrist and pried off his hand.

"No, I don't, now I'd appreciate it if you don't touch me." I squeezed his wrist and I swear I heard something crack.

He took his hand back but his smirk didn't falter, "I'm Drew Janwalski." Janwalski, so that's why he sounded so familiar. He was that one player that Mark and everyone on the team hated alike. He was cocky and arrogant always trying to take Mark's spotlight. I had only met him a handful of times and I declared he was a creep. All of a sudden I felt his hand start caressing my thigh., "So, want to go somewhere a little bit more private?" He whispered in my ear. This sicko.

I shook my head and stood up, "Go fuck yourself asshole." I started walking away but was stopped by a hand gripping my shoulder. It hurt.

"Aw come on, don't be like that."

My eyes went wide and I felt sick, "Don't fucking touch me." I scowled. But this asshole was persistent.

"Come on, let me show you a good time." I felt like I was seconds away from doing something I'd regret.

I sighed, "I am going to tell you one last time, let me go." He didn't and I felt myself about to reach my boiling point. All of a sudden he started pulling me upstairs.

"Stop being a difficult little shit and follow me." He tugged at my wrist again. He had my good hand which sucked so I needed to wait. So I followed him and suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me. Once he finally let me go I punched him square in the jaw with all my might I tried to get out of there.

"Oh, you little-" He was holding his nose that was bleeding. Did I punch him in the nose? I couldn't think about it long before I felt a fistful of my hair get yanked. "Now you've pissed me off, I was going to go easy on you but not any-" All of a sudden, before I could even blink he was on the floor. "Who the?" He turned around to see a very angry, no angry was an understatement. A very enraged-looking Will.

"What the fuck were you doing?" Will spoke in a way I had never heard before. His eyes were glued to the person on the floor.

"I was just trying to show this lovely person," He gave me a grin that made my stomach turn, "What it's like to have a good time with someone experienced." Arrogant motherfucker.

Will's eyes twitched and he hoisted up Drew from the collar of his shirt before looking at me, "You might want to close your eyes or look away." I chose the former and closed my eyes. I heard bones cracking and grunting.

"What the fuck is your problem Brooks?" He shouted, or at least tried to. The shouting was muffled by him coughing up blood.

"Don't have one." He said casually. Another crack.

"Then why the fuck are you doing this?"

Will didn't say anything.

"Wait don't tell me that you're gay for the kid, Clark's kid brother?" He laughed, "You know that's not going to end well especially with you being his friend and all." Will still didn't say anything. "You know," Drew took a deep breath, "Always thought you had feelings for Clark, not his brother." He laughed. All of a sudden I heard footsteps walk in the opposite direction but I didn't dare open my eyes.

A little while later I heard footsteps walk back, "You can open your eyes now my reckless artist."

I did, "What... did you do to him?" I looked over his shoulder.

Will shrugged and smiled, "Nothing that he didn't have coming his way," He looked at me up and down, "He didn't hurt you did he?" That same tone from before coming back.

I shook my head, "No he didn't."

Will nodded, "Come on let's get you home."

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There was a surprised there waiting for us. Mark was there, with Naomi and when he spotted Will he didn't look happy.

"What the fuck did I tell?"

Will looked unbothered by Mark, "Hold it, I was just dropping him off."

"Didn't i tell you not to go near him again?" Mark hissed.

"I couldn't help it," He shrugged, "Plus it was better than the alternative."

"What alternative?"

"Aiden getting raped by Drew Janwalski."

Mark's expression faltered, "What did you just say?" Niether of them liked him and I was starting to see why.

"You heard me," Will stood up straight, I had never noticed that Will was slightly taller than Mark, "Don't worry, he got what he deserved." He gave Mark a look which he seemed to understand.

"Well anyway," Will sighed, his shoulders slumped, "I should get-"

"Will? Is that you?" It was Naomi. Today she was in a pairs of black jeans and in one of Marks hoodies which was way to big on her.

"Hey Naomi," He smiled and looked at the two of them, "Are you finally together?" He sounded exasperated.

Naomi's face turned a slight shade of pink as she nodded.

Will smiled, "Took you long enough."

"What are the two of you here doing?" He asked, "Together?" She added.

"I was just-"

"Dropping his boyfriend or believe it or not." The two of us gave him a looke and he just shrugged.

"Wait the two of you are dating?" She asked.

We looked at each other, smiled and nodded. Mark and Naomi were already walking up the driveway.

"I can't believe you're letting the two of them date." She squealed.

"Neither can I." He smiled.

Neither can we.

Mark opened the door and turned to us, "You two coming in or what?"