Admit it

Chapter 7: Party

Saito POV

What do you even wear to a party? Damn it why am I even doing this again? Hey! That's actually a good question! I don't need to go to this, I'm not going.
But that means Okita could wind up drunk somewhere....
God damn it.
That stupid dickhead.

A bang in my door made me jump a foot, "Hajime-kun!" Okita sang, "I'm coming in!" He called and I heard the door slam behind him, good job my my mothers not here. "I'll be down in a minute!" I shouted back. "I'll come up!" He shouted and I froze, I'm in my bloody underwear! Scrambling towards my door, the knob began to turn so reacting like any normal person, I threw my entire body weight at it, slamming it back in his face. "Do not! Come in here!" I yelled at him, my cheeks flushing red and I heard him groan. "What's the problem? You naked or something?" He asked.

"No...."

"That's a yes." He laughed. "Shut up! Go wait downstairs or something!" I spat and he laughed, pushing the door slightly. Spluttering in shock, I shoved against the door again, "Stop!" I yelled and he chuckled, "I'm barely pushing the door," he laughed and gave it a shove, I stumbled a few steps back and growled. "Argh! Go away Okita-San!"

"Ahem." He coughed and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not saying it!" I yelled, looking frantically around my room, I spotted my dark navy jeans on my desk chair, maybe if I run? I'd probably trip knowing my luck. "Just let me in nerd." He shoved the door so I ran for my jeans, snatching them and pulling one leg in as the door opened. "Awe, is someone embarrassed?" Okita cooed at the door and my neck up flushed pink.

"Dickhead." I swore, pulling my jeans up properly so only my torso was bare. "How do you have a six pack? You don't play any sports." Okita poked my stomach and I jumped back. "Hey!"
"What?" He questioned with a blank look. I frowned.

"You made quite a mess Hajime-kun." He laughed and I glared. Although it was true; every shirt I owned was strewn across my floor, bed and desk. "I've never been to a proper party before, I didn't know what to wear." I admitted, rubbing my arm nervously. Okita bent down, picking up a plain black shirt and handed it to me, "This looks good." He handed it to me so I slid it over my shoulders, pulling my arms through as he looked. Just watching me.

I blushed harder, "Stop staring at me, you moron." He shrugged and sat on my bed. "Comfy bed." He said and I shrugged, "I guess. Does this look alright?" I asked self-consciously. He looked over to me, raking his eyes over me twice before smirking, "Looking good Hajime." He winked and I pulled on my boots.

"Where is this party anyway?" I asked and he shrugged, "Some seniors place. Let's go!" He grabbed my hand, just as I grabbed my jacket and pulled me out the door. I know I am going to regret this...

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Music pounded in my ears, people were screaming and cheering all around me, I have been groped multiple times and i want to go home. "Saito Hajime?" The mention of my name had me turning to face Kazama, "Kinda surprised to see you here." He said casually, circling his wrist, mixing the drink in his hand. He noticed my staring and offered me some, "Wanna taste?" He smirked but I shook my head, holding my hands up. "No thanks. I don't drink." I said, glancing around for Okita. Where is he?!

"Oh come on one drink isn't going to kill you." He pushed the cup to my lips and I ducked my head, "I said no. What do people not understand about the word 'no'?" I said annoyed. Where is that dickhead! I want to leave! "Looking for Okita-kun?" He questioned and stepped closer to me. "Yes have you seen him?"

"Last time I saw him he was with a few
girls heading upstairs. Don't expect to see him for a while." He smirked and I huffed. Dickhead, ditching me at a party I didn't want to go to. "Let's go some place quieter." Kazama took my wrist and I nodded. My head was pounding. Why is this music so loud? Is this normal?

We sat outside in the garden, by a pool. He took another swig of his fowl smelling drink and I cringed. Why would teenagers drink so irresponsibly? Half of these people will need their stomach pumped by the end of this. "Hey Saito?" Kazam said. I turned and froze, his face was so close to mine I could practically taste the alcohol. He grabbed my collar and crashing his mouth onto mine.

Digging my nails into his palm, I rolled over my shoulder, kicking him in the chin as I went back. "What the hell?!" I screamed at him. He laughed, spitting out blood, "That didn't go how I hoped." He smirked and I glared at him, my face flushed. "Why did you do that?! I'm not gay!" I yelled at him and he raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? What about your obvious crush on Okita?" He laughed. I choked on my own words, crush on Okita? No that could never happen, I'm not gay....I think? "What's going on out here?"

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "Okita-Kun. How nice of you to join us." Kazama smirked. Grabbing his arm, I dragged him through the house and strode down the street, dragging him along with me. "Saito?" He asked. Ignoring him, my jaw is clenched so hard it's beginning to hurt.

"Saito, what's the matter?" Continuing to ignore him, I focused on breathing to try and calm my bright red face. Why am I so angry? Kazama kissed me, that's why. Is that all? Yes. Really? Shut up brain! No, when have I ever been wrong before? Not the point. Yes it is the point! Think about it, you're always angry and frustrated around Okita, why do you think that is?

"Saito! Stop!" Okita grabbed my collar, yanking me backwards as a car flew past, honking its horn. "Jesus Christ, you're supposed to be the sober one." He slapped me round the head. Spinning on my heel, I embedded my fist into his jaw. "Just stop Souji!" I yelled at him.

Souji POV

I hit the pavement with a thwack, my back sting from impact and my jaw throbbed. Where the fuck did that strength come from? "Just stop Souji!" He screamed at me, his eyes watery, his face bright red, Saito was shaking. Flexing my jaw, I winced but stood up. Pulling my fist back, I threw it forward, hitting him in the jaw, and he fell backwards.

"Snap out of it. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you need to snap the fuck out of it." I said calmly and he rolled, clutching his face. "You!" He yelled. "You're what's wrong! I've never been so angry or frustrated or so fucking pissed off by anyone in my life!" He grabbed fistfuls of my shirt and pulled my face to his.

"What are you doing to me? Why do you make me act like this?" He hissed, tears began to fall down his cheeks and I sighed, pushing him backwards.
"I don't know. All I can think now is how much I want to kill Kazama for kissing you." I put my hands in my pockets, wincing as the cloth rubbed over my tender knuckles.

"W-what?"

"I saw him kiss you. I didn't like it. No one is allowed to kiss you, do you understand?" I looked straight into his dark blue eyes. "What the hell gives you the right to order me about?" He yelled at me.

I looked around, we're standing half way from my house, in the middle of a street, freezing our asses off under a street lamp. "I give myself the authority. I don't share what's mine."

"Y-yours?" He stuttered and I rolled my eyes, grabbing his collar and pulling him close, our noses touching, "Work it out genius." I chuckled and kissed him.

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