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

Reoccurrence

Emory sat there for a while, thinking over a variety of things. Every once in a while, he glanced around. Every time he checked, nobody was there. But he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Eventually, he decided to get up and walk around a bit. Stretch out his legs. 

He walked the length of the sidewalk surrounding the park a few times before feeling like he was being watched again. He had felt like this a few times recently, considering the fact that he had been receiving random calls and texts, but this time it felt more real. 

There was however the logical thing to do and leave, since he felt unsafe, but when has he ever been logical? 

Or he could call his professional bodyguard, but he'd be pissed that Emory wasn't in class.

As he paused on his walk, he looked around again. The only movement he saw was a car driving by, and that was about it. And a squirrel was running up a tree, but that was irrelevant. 

He pulled out his phone and sat down on the grass with his back against a tree, scrolling through almost every app he owned. He was really bored. 

He glanced up again and a red Subaru drove by. That's rather odd. It was the same car that had driven by previously. 

The car came to a stop and five guys got out of the vehicle. The one driving came around the front of it, a wide grin spread across his face as he made eye contact with Emory. 

Shit. Look at who decided to show up again. 

Emory stood up, taking a few steps toward the group. 

"Hey, Chris, was it? I thought you'd be too much of a pussy to come back after what happened to you at the Apple Store last time," Emory taunted, smirking as the group also started to advance toward him.

"You had a few lucky shots. And now, you're all alone. It's a 5 V 1. You don't stand a chance, fag," The man, Chris, replied. 

He was right. Emory could handle a fight pretty well, but he wasn't so sure if he could beat five people at once. But was he gonna let that stop him? No. 

"First hits mine, boys," Chris commanded, taking a step forward so that he was standing in front of the group. 

Emory quickly scanned over everyone, it was the same group that he had beaten the last time. Well, he and Red. 

Emory's heart beat a little faster, anticipation rising in him.

Chris swung a strong left hook to Emory's jaw, and although it was relatively fast, Emory leaned back and dodged it. 

"Is that all you got?" He teased, kicking him in the knee, causing Chris's legs to buckle slightly. 

"I want him dead by the end of this," Chris grumbled, glancing over his shoulder to look back at his little pussy gang. 

"Oh, so you can't handle me all by yourself? You gotta get your friends to help you? I see how it is," Emory grinned. 

One of the remaining four charged towards Emory, tackling him to the ground and punching him in the side of the head. 

Emory grunted slightly, shoving the guy off of him and rolling over to push himself up off of the ground. 

As soon as he stood back up, he was slammed into by another one of the fatass freight trains and he was back on the ground again. 

The person that was currently on him pinned his shoulders to the ground and another one came over and kicked Emory in the side. 

Emory tried to bring his arms up to shove the guy on him off, but he couldn't bring them high enough. And another kick.