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

Problem Solver

Upon arrival back at Red's house, Emory immediately returned to the room he had been assigned. He needed to fix his problem by tomorrow, or things would be out of his hands--which wasn't exactly preferred.

He had a few rough ideas, but they weren't the best. He could blackmail Julianna into fessing up about the false story, but he didn't have much leverage on her, and she'd most likely rather have whatever blackmail Emory could find be released than admit that the rumor wasn't true.

Or, he could beat the shit out of whoever brought it up until nobody spoke a word of it anymore. But that had a few problems. It wouldn't be proving the rumor to be false, it'd more-so make it seem like it was true. Plus, he'd get in deep shit with Red for initiating multiple fights--which is ironic because the only way Red solves problems is by violence. Gun violence, to be specific.

His options were slim, and he wasn't the brightest, so he couldn't think of any rational solutions.

What he could try and do is shift the focus onto Julianna by responding with true stories about her. To him, that was the best option because it'd cause people to stop talking shit about him, it'd make people shit-talk her, and he wouldn't have to get his hands dirty.

He had plenty of stories, most being rightfully insane.

There was that one time where she had begged to suck his dick in a public movie theater.

Or the other time where she had pretended to be pregnant--before they even had sex--to get him to stay in a relationship with her for longer.

She had broken the windshield of his car with a bat, lied about it to his face, and then claimed that the video footage of her doing it was AI. Why'd she do it? She was five minutes late to a dinner they had planned.

And of course, she had cheated on him throughout their relationship, but that was too boring for Emory.

His plan was to start with the one he had video footage of, get people to start believing him, and then release the other stories once he had people on his side.

However, he'd do it all anonymously for the most part so that people wouldn't be biased.

He'd make a TikTok account, post the video evidence, block Julianna so that she wouldn't be able to defend herself right away, and then follow the majority of the school.

Surely, there were better and more humanly decent options, but Emory simply didn't care.

After he finished setting everything up, he just needed to wait for people to start seeing it and inevitably start talking about it.

It didn't take long for word to spread, and the number of threats in his inbox started to die down as people moved on to shit-talking their new victim.

The comment section of the video wasn't much better than the contents of the messages he had been sent. Julianna was being referred to as a 'psychotic bitch' and a 'mental patient' who 'needs to be detained'.

Every hour, Emory uploaded another video regarding what insane things Julianna did while they were dating. The number of views and comments went up, and the number of people talking about Emory's rumor went down.

Safe to say that it was pretty much a success. Now, Red wouldn't have to handle it in whatever extreme ways he would have. Unless things change at school tomorrow, which Emory highly doubts.

The only people who would be in the incredibly idiotic mindset to support and defend Julianna would be the other girls in his school with no common sense. Sure, Emory lacked it too, but that's beside the point.

The last step was to break the unfortunate news to Red that he wouldn't be able to intervene and get involved with the situation.

Instead of looking for Red himself, Emory took the much lazier route and texted Red, telling him to come up to his room.

The response he got wasn't the one he wanted. Instead of an 'okay,' he got a 'why.'

And as a follow-up to Red's response, he also wrote, 'are we going to fuck?', which did lead to Emory throwing his phone across the room and choosing to leave him on read.

A few minutes later, Red walked into the room, leaning against the wall as he stared at Emory.

"I didn't get a response, so I'm gonna assume it's a no. And, do correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure we made a deal in which you're obligated to respond to me?"

Emory rolled his eyes as he got up off the bed and walked over to Red, standing in front of him. "Well, I mean, yeah, but you will not catch me responding to something like that."

"Mmh, sure. What'd you call me in here for, though, Em?" Red asked.

"Oh, right. I handled my situation. You don't need to do shit."

Red nodded slowly before pushing himself off the wall into a standing position. "Yeah? How'd you manage to do that then?"

"I told some stories about her, and now nobody really cares about what I supposedly did."

"Right, so you didn't disprove the rumor; you just made everyone go after her instead? Is this really how high school drama works?"

"Are you insulting me or what? Like, fuck you mean 'high school drama' you're 22, not a fucking senior citizen. You were just in high school."

"I went to an all guy private school with a bunch of rich fucks. There wasn't much drama."

"Of course you did," Emory scoffed. "I forgot that you're practically the richest person on earth."

"Yeah, yeah. But you're lucky you figured out a solution before I could fix your shit. I would've gotten the girl suspended and leaked a fake Only Fans account of her," Red responded with a shrug.

"Really? I would've expected you to just shoot her," Emory retorted sarcastically.

"Would you quit it with that? It's not like I want to kill everyone. Just people who threaten you. Or talk to you," He paused for a second, "or look at you for that matter."

"Shit, you sure are fucking obsessive."

"For you? 100%."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's lowkey kinda short, but I don't care at this point. I've been sick for a fucking week now and I plan on shooting myself. I don't know where the story is going from here because I don't know how to connect this to any of the other scenes. I'm probably going to skip to the next exciting event because I couldn't be less bothered to do some fluent transition.

Yet I also don't know how to incorporate a scene you've all been waiting for. I have it planned out; I just don't know how to get there. It'll come eventually, though, don't you worry.

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