Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter three

Fitting in wasn't my style. I didn't care, nor did I want to join in. It wasn't a desperate need to be part of someone group, have back up, or glued to someone's hip. So far, Easton was a great friend, and he treated me like I was his old' friends from Florida.

It was nice.

It was nice to have a conversation that wasn't with my parents or my home school teacher. It was new calling someone, my friend.

I scanned the lunchroom to find a seat for Easton and I. It was almost automatically to come to lunch after we had a class or when we were bored. We vowed not to overstuff ourselves, or we'll have to hit the gym.

The only time I heard the word gym was Miles's complaining about how he was getting fat and needed to go to exercise. Or at least he was telling himself that. I knew he wanted to go to the gym to check out a girl's ass through the yoga pants. Miles was known for his good looks and loudmouth. No wondered I knew almost everything about him and what he did.

Easton patted my shoulder. "I'll get the food. What do you want?"

I looked up at Easton. "You don't have to pay for my food. You won't have any money," I said and frowned.

Pa always told me if someone offered something like, for example, food, say them oh thank you. Never complain about it. Just let it happen.

Easton rolled his eyes and took out his wallet. "I told you, I'm rich. Take it as an offer."

Pa did say take offers...and I was hungry. "Alright, fine. Get me pizza and cheesy bread. Don't forget— "

"Don't forget the Cherry Pepsi cola, got it," Easton finished and rolled his eyes again. I chuckled and watched him walk away. I was pissed whenever Easton forgot my Cherry Pepsi cola and made him walk back to the line to get it. I couldn't eat without a drink. I scanned the lunchroom again and found an empty seat in the back near the exits.

Perfect.

I walked my way towards it, pushing and passing people when I heard rushed footsteps behind me. I didn't have enough time to turn around to see who it was when two males grabbed the chairs and sat on them, pulling up to the table with cheeky smiles on their faces. They looked at me and placed their folded hands on the table.

The enchanting eyes.

His blue eyes didn't light up from joy but from danger, something that my parents told me to stay away. His hands bruised, the knuckles covered with bandages, red painting the white band-aid. Though his hands were bruised, his face didn't have a single scratch. His dark brown hair covered his dark eyes, giving him the "bad boy" look, the look that screamed "no fucks given."

He licked his lips; his bottom lip became extremely wet and red. "Did you want to sit here?" The man mocked. "Sorry, we don't share with freshmen."

His companion nodded in agreement and yawned, leaning back on the chair. "Especially ones that look like a pussy," the other man said.

I stared blankly at them. Miles told me whenever I stared at him and said nothing. It crept the shit out of him. He didn't know what to do, but it wasn't like I wanted to stare at him blankly. Most of the time, I didn't care what he was saying or doing, and other times was nonsense. I didn't know what to say, not because I didn't have a response but because I didn't feel like talking. But this was kind of interesting.

"You're trying too hard," I said. The boy with the enchanting eyes raised an eyebrow while his companion leaned forward, intrigued by what I said.

"What? Wanna say that again?" The boy with the enchanting eyes said.

"I said, you're trying too hard," I repeated.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" His friend snapped.

"It means you're ignorant, and I don't care if you call me a pussy, though it's the first time someone called me a vagina or a cat, and it's a table. If you want it so badly, just marry it. Nobody gives a damn."

The friend stood up and flung his chair back, face red, and his knuckles were turning white. I sighed. "Are you going to fight me because I was right?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He screamed.

"Chill!" The man with the enchanting eyes said. He looked between his friend and me and grabbed his friend's wrist, pulling him down to his level. He whispered something into his ear, and the friend nodded, turning back to his natural color.

I guess my time was done. I turned around and walked away from the man with the enchanting eyes and his overreacting friend. I almost wanted to stay and stared at the man's enchanting eyes for a while until they lose their color or their emotion. Something about his eyes drew me in. I couldn't put my finger on it, and the interest that started to appear grew a bit more. I didn't want to believe it, but I hoped I saw him more.

Easton came back with the food in his hands, and he raised an eyebrow and unpleased look on his face. "Where's our table?"

I shrugged. "Someone took it. Let's eat inside our room."

Easton started to walk out of the lunchroom. "Who took it?"

"Two guys. One of them had bandages around his hands."

Easton froze and slowly looked at me. His face was pale; the food in his hands was on the floor, my burger and drink dropped like nothing. I didn't have time to question Easton's stupidity when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the lunchroom and all way to our dorm room. He closed the door behind us and started to run his hands through his golden straight hair. The only time I've seen him stress was for an exam but nothing like this. He almost looked petrified.

"Jasper, listen to me and listen to me fucking good. You don't want to be around him or any of them. They are bad news. One of them vandalized the principles' house and car, they trashed a teacher's house, pissed all over the gym's floor, and more. They got away with it, all of them did." He turned to me with worried blue eyes. "Okay?"

I wanted to say yes because I understood why he wanted me to stay away from them, and I should have listened, but who said I had to listen to my roommate, let alone a stranger who sleeps in the same room as me? Who said any of his statements were true? Who said that I had to believe the rumors? They were simply rumors.

"Easton, you're my friend, but I don't have to listen to you but myself. If I want to be around them or ask them a simple question, I can because they won't do shit to me, and quite frankly, I don't care about your opinion on them. You shouldn't care what others say about them because you are not them, and they are not bothering you," I said in a bored tone and walked to the door. I opened it and looked over my shoulder. Easton was staring at me with wide eyes, his jaw dropped, and a soft gasp escaped. "Now if you would excuse me, some idiot dropped my food, and now I have to go buy some. I'll be back."

I closed the door behind me and huffed, shaking my head. Did he have to be dramatic and drop our food to tell me to stay away from some assholes? If Easton hasn't noticed, I didn't care.

But the man with the enchanting eyes was pulling me in.

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Chapter three is completed! Most of the chapters are going to be long so stick with me. If this isn't updated a lot, it's because I'm either writing the next chapter, doing homework, or sleeping.

Yes, the picture above is the man with the enchanting eyes. The word enchanting is about to be over used because Jasper doesn't know his name yet and that's how Jasper remembers him.

I'm thinking of putting a playlist soon or post it on the last chapter, I'm not sure.

Next chapter will be up soon and I hoped you enjoyed this chapter!