❘❙ chapter 20 ❙❘

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"I need t-to charge my ph-phone!" Connor stops abruptly and face palms "I also l-left my favourite t-t-shirt at home." This causes Brad to laugh and he walks over to the boy who was shaking his head at his own stupidity. when Con hears Brad chuckle at him his face heats up from embarrassment.

"Want me to pick you up at 6:00 so you can go get ready?" Brad asks placing his hand on his boyfriends shoulder. He nods hopefully at brad like a little kid that was just offered candy. "Alright see you soon," he kisses his cheek in dismissal and Connor runs off towards his house.

  After a little he slowed his pace and glanced behind him only to see a group of built boys, lead by a smaller, more feminine figure. The girl pointed at him and called something out. Though Connor could comprehend what was said he recognizes the high-pitched voice of none other than Amelia.

  A cold shiver ran up the boys spine and he quickened his pace again. why are they here?  he asks himself, his head on swivel as he jogged away from the crowd.

The group was hot on his heels and instead of running to the safety of his home, the shaky boy turns into an ally across the street from his house. He took many turns but the group behind him never lost track of the blond boy. he didn't know how much longer he could out run them, until a large brick wall indicated the end of the chase.

He pulled out his phone and first noticed the red battery interdictor and freaked out even more. take deep breaths, your okay. He goes into contacts and clicks bradwee <3 quickly dialling his number, hands shaking.

"Hey baby! did you forget something?" brads voices filled his ears after the second ring. Connor stood there silent for a few seconds listening to the chatter of the kids not to far off. "Connor?" his voice comes off more concerned now and Connor finds his voice coming out in a whisper as the group rounds the corner.

"B-brad h-help!" He cries into the phone as a smirking Amelia walks up "I'm i-in the ally b-by my hou-" brad hears Connor yelp his eyes widening as the line almost goes completely silent. then someone else starts conversation with brad.

"hey boo!" Amelia chirps into the phone and panic rises in Brads stomach. He could hear Connor call his name from the background. Then his voice fades as the girl hisses "shut up" and Connor whimpers. "anyways-"

"Amelia I swear to god and on my life if you are hurting Connor!" brad shouts and Connor can hear from him from the ground where the girl had pushed him. he was petrified as a crowd a hungry looking jocks started at him, read to pounce at any second. then his breath hitches at the sight of tristan among the boys. They catch each others stares, Tristan's sad eyes grew as he looked into cons huge terrified eyes.

"Don't worry, after we are finished you won't have to worry about him, and you're life will be much better." She say proudly glancing at the blond boy who lay on the stones, backing up slowly till his back hit the wall. He could hear Brad cussing widely into the phone "then we can go back to the way its supposed to be" at this point tristan had turned and ran away catching Amelia's eye.

"dammit tristan" she huffs turning to the crowd "bye brad! lets go boys" and the last thing brad heard was Connor scream his name as the line went dead.

The brunette jumps off his bed and runs downstairs, not even slipping on a sweater before running to find Connor. the same thing kept replaying in his mind, apart from Cons scream, was Amelia's voice "dammit tristan." did brads best friend really go behind his back like that? he was so angry that he almost pulled out his phone to rant at tris but the sound of Connors scared scream shoots a fresh wave a adrenaline coursing through his veins. the ally by cons house, Brad remembers as he sprits around the corner taking random turns anxiously.

"Good job boys" he heres a high pitch voice from around a corner and flattens himself to the white fence nervously. brad holds his breath as he sees Amelia and like two of his friends and three other jocks turn the corner away from him. They were all laughing and joking around, which enraged the curly-haired boy and he almost steps towards them to give them a piece of his mind. Then he remember con, and what was best from him. It was only a couple seconds before they were out of sight.

Brad dashed around the fence and to the dead end, where a body lay in front a of a brick wall, limp. It was Connor. Brad could tell even from the back. he ran over tears pooling in his brown eyes as he got to the front of Connor. His face was completely banged up and who knew what other injuries he might have. brad brushed cons face gently with his toned hand.

"Oh my god baby," his voice quivered as he kneeled over the boy, too pained to do anything about him. "Oh my god its all my fault!" So many feelings where building in the pit of brads stomach. sadness, rage, guilt. why did you leave him alone!? he screams at himself as the sound of a engine fills his ears. His first thought was Amelia and her friends were back, second to fling himself over Connor for a source of protection. But to the boys surprise, it was not Amelia, but tristan and James who pulled up beside the two.

"Put him in the back!" James yells as the two of them jump out of the car, wasting no time. Brad slowly backs away from Connor.

"You!" he spits at tristan. "you were with them!" Tristan cringes and nods his head slowly. "You did this!" the tears slip from brads eyes again as he tried not to look at the beat up Connor left laying on the ground.

"Listen brad, I left bef-"

"i don't want to hear it" brad shakes his head, cutting the blond boy off.

"You guys are fixing anything with your bickering! help me get him in the back!" James takes charge of the situation. Tristan nods in response, walking over to help carry the limp boy, but Brad stands in front of him.

"Theres no way your touching him you asshole!" He hisses before turning around to help James carry his boyfriend. Tristan sighs guiltily as he runs over to open the trunk of his ford. The two brunettes carry the limp body onto a spread out blanket, which they lay Connor on. Brad then climbs in beside his boyfriend, taking his hand and mumbling encouraging words as James and Tris run around to the front.

"He must really love that boy." James observes respectfully, as he glances a second at Tristan's fallen face. "Hey, I know you weren't there for the whole thing, and Brad will hear the whole story soon, he's just caught up in the heat of the moment. Be honest and tell me you would act the same way if it was you?" James had a good point, but tristan still felt extremely guilty he didn't do anything before it happened.

"I guess your right" he breaths, running his hands through his blond hair. "I couldn't live with him if he had a part in beating up you." James smiles a little bit and takes tristan's hand, keeping one on the wheel.

"It will all be okay"

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And alright update by a pre shitty person, but if you guys enjoy it I guess that's what matters. Honestly I have no idea where my life is going rn :(
  Anyways I know you don't wanna here me complain so... hope you enjoyed the chapter
  - Katie

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