Fighting This =LGBT= Sample

15 The Surprise

Stefan got dressed as quickly as he could as Ace talked Dane down. He didn't grab anything other than his wallet and shoes and made his silent way out of the penthouse. He made it to the lobby and flipped open his phone.

Who would he call? Who would he not be embarrassed to tell he was bailing on the MMA Event?

Rubbing his face and just walking out of the hotel he started walking. He should go back to LA. He shouldn't have accepted the trip to Vegas. He shouldn't have stayed there...

He shouldn't have felt like a complete waste of space just because Dane Hunter was going to pound Rage's face in for saying he wanted to touch him.

He was better than this... Right? He was smart... most of the time at least. He knew the score. Dane was a fighter. He was a skinny pop star just starting his career.

It just ... He was so stupid... How could they have ever worked out?

He sighed and stopped walking as he looked around. He was lost. Sighing he ran his fingers through his hair. "Of course I'm lost. Because the universe loves me right now. Ugh."

Looking up he saw a familiar head of black hair and green eyes. Dane was looking for him. Ace not far behind.

Stefan couldn't deal with this right now... or maybe he meant anymore... He hailed a cab and as it stopped he pulled the door open and slid in. "Airport." Stefan sighed as he leans back against the seat and watches out the window as Dane and Ace walk passed and he hears his name being called.

Stefan waits a couple of minutes then pulls out his phone and texts Dane.

-To Dane Hunter-

Sorry. Tell your sponser I had to leave because of an emergency back in LA.

-from Dane Hunter-

You don't have to leave. Rage is a prick.

Sighing Stefan stares at the screen for a few beats before responding.

-to Dane Hunter-

I didn't leave because of Rage.

Stefan then leaned his head back. His phone started to go off in his hand. Dane was calling him. Staring at the screen he bit his lip and was just about to hit answer but he remembered the sight of Dane going deathly still when he was accused of wanting to touch Stefan.

His stomach turned sour and he curled up on the seat and turned his phone off.

It took 4 hours to get back to LA.

It took another hour and a half to get back to his apartment. Tossing his phone on his counter he took out cold pizza and ate as he turned on his radio and enjoyed listening to some tunes.

He just chilled in his place for a few hours. Enjoying his own space. Then he collapsed on to his bed and passed out for the night.

He forgot to turn on his phone.

His dreams were choppy and messed up and confusing.

He awoke to loud obnoxious pounding on his door. Groaning and rolling over he tried to burrow deeper into the blankets. "Go away" his voice was hoarse from not talking most of the day yesterday.

Another round of loud pounding started and Stefan yawned looking at the clock. It was almost noon. Groaning he got up and made his way to his front door and called out. "Damn Lola I was finally getting some slee-"

When he opened his door it was not Lola who stood in the hallway.

It was Dane.

And he looked pissed.