The Bad Boy And The Jock [BoyxBoy]

1 - I Just Wanted The Weed

Er hi there I guess! So I haven't uploaded/been on wattpad in like a million years, but I accidentally found the drafts for this story recently and I totally fell in love with this story again. I just had to try and finish it! I've rewritten the parts that have already been uploaded and I've started writing more, but I can't promise I'll be reliable because, you know, life, but I really want to try and finish this story. I've changed a few bits and bobs here and there and I hope my writings gotten better since I last uploaded. I'm motivated to start writing again and hopefully everyone will enjoy this story. I'm going to try and upload every Sunday after I re-upload the first five chapters and upload the sixth. Hope you enjoy and sorry I took so long to upload. Vote and comment if you like. 

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The cold air wrapped around the tall boy, who was leaning against the white painted brick wall. A cigarette between his lips. The smoke warming him as it filled his lungs before exhaling it out. It had become a familiar feeling for Isaac Houton now, after so many years of smoking. It offered a strange sort of comfort, a calming sensation. Normally, Isaac would not be found anywhere near the changing rooms at his school, but he was waiting for Elliot Johnan, to come out of football practice. Isaac blamed himself really for being there, he shouldn't have agreed to an I owe you with Elliot Johnan of all people. The idiot owed Isaac weed and had been avoiding him all week. Now, Isaac was wasting his precious time waiting for weed that technically already belonged to him, Isaac could literally be doing anything else. Elliot was a fucking twat and Isaac was probably – most definitely – going to end up punching him in the face.

Speaking of the devil, Elliot walked around the corner. Once, Elliot caught sight of Isaac, he stopped dead in his tracks. Isaac couldn't help the wicked grin that spread across his face. It was so much fun being so intimidating. That thought alone, made Isaac tingle with excitement, this was going to be so much fun. Isaac pushed himself up off the wall, before walking over to Elliot. Who hadn't moved a muscle since seeing Isaac, which was stupid. Isaac grabbed him by the collar of his football shirt and shoved him up against the closest wall. The bag in Elliot's hand dropped to the floor, in either fear or shock, as Isaac slammed him against the wall.

"Elliot, you've been avoiding me." Isaac sneered, pushing him harder into the wall. Elliot let out a whimper of pain, Isaac was pushing him further into non-existing space and Elliot was suffering for it.

Elliot's eyes widened, and he let out a whimper, "No, I haven't, I swear. I've just been busy."

"Busy, huh? So busy, you couldn't answer my call? My texts?" Isaac asked angrily, tightening my grip on his collar. He wasn't there to be fucked around, "You've got me running around looking like a clingy desperate whore."

"Look, Isaac, can you just let me go and I'll explain." Elliot begged, raising his hands in surrender. Rookie mistake really.

Isaac laughed, a laugh that sounded evil, "How about you let me explain what's going to happen. You are going to give me the weed you owe me and maybe some more, because you're a class bloke, or I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

Elliot didn't even hesitate, he nodded frantically. His blonde hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat, whether it was from football practice or Isaac scaring him, Isaac didn't really care. He was pissed off and Elliot owed him.

Isaac let go of his collar to allow Elliot to lean down to pick up the bag he dropped earlier. Isaac couldn't believe it, was this guy really hiding drugs in his football kit bag? What a fucking idiot. Honestly, Isaac didn't even know why he had given this guy weed in the first place, Elliot was a tool and Isaac was wasting his time trying to sort this epic twat out. Never again. Isaac had learnt his lesson. Jocks were so stupid and should not be trusted. Isaac had to resist the annoyed sigh that was threatening to leave his mouth, as the idiot pulled out a couple of bags of weed, seriously in the football kit bag? Elliot shoved them into Isaac's hand. Elliot wanted this to over as much as Isaac did. Thank fuck for that. Isaac tucked them into the waistband of jeans, before sending Elliot a cheeky wink. As Isaac turned to leave the changing rooms, the other fucktards from the football team walked in. Just Isaac's luck really.