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

Rumors

Come Thursday, Emory was forced back to school. He had gotten a new phone--props to Red--an iPhone 16 Pro Max. 

The upside of it being Thursday was that he was scheduled to take Adeline out for ice cream the day after. The downsides, however, overpowered the upside. 

Even though Emory most definitely did not want to return to the hell teachers called school, he was unfortunately still residing with Red, so he didn't have much of a choice. He was driven to school at 6 AM sharp, picked up, and driven home at 2:10 PM sharp. 

Due to Emory's tendencies to skip and Red now owning his phone, he threatened to take Emory's phone for a day, depending on how many classes were missed.

Because of his unfortunate return, Emory checked his grades before going out to the car. Spoiler alert--it was not a pretty sight. 

All of his grades had dropped. If he thought they were bad before, they were worse now. 

Math - Straight F. 34%. 

English - D-. 62%. 

Science - Another straight F. 46%.

History - Yet another F. 37%. 

His electives weren't much better.

Art - C-. 70%. 

P.E. - D+. 68%. 

Spanish - F. 35%. 

Obviously, he was struggling a bit in school. He didn't care, though. He stopped caring about his education once he reached middle school. Grades? They're just letters and numbers. They don't matter. 

Red had given Emory his card to buy clothes since all of his had burnt in the fire. It was exclusively for attire, anything else would show up on the transaction and would be taken back to the shop. 

He bought quite a bit, why wouldn't you if you practically had an infinite amount of money? 

For his first day back at school since getting jumped, he wore the most basic outfit known to man. Gray sweatpants and a dark blue hoodie. Even with all the money, he still chose to buy cheap shit. 

Upon choosing the car he wanted to ride in, he sat in the passenger seat and scrolled on his phone before a message showed up on the top of his screen. It was from Stephen. 

dude ur coming to school today right

Yeah why

ur a hot topic. got some rumors about you. 

What kind of rumors tf

u dont wanna know

I obviously wanna fucking know

ask julianna

That fucking bitch

Emory shoved his phone in his pocket as Red got in the car, starting it up before pulling out of the parking spot and making his way to the car elevator. As he entered, he glanced at Emory for a quick second while the Chevrolet moved up. 

"You've gotta get your shit together," He said bluntly, turning back to look out the windshield. 

Emory furrowed his brows and snapped his eyes over to Red. "Fuck you mean?" He asked offendedly. 

"Example one," Red started. "you talk like a thug. Watch your mouth. You don't need to incorporate a swear word into every sentence." 

Emory scoffed. "I swear too much? Well, you fucking breathe too much." He paused, glancing at Red's expression. "Go on, though," He grumbled.