Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter six

Easton didn't react when he found out I talked to Pierce and Nixon. I was getting lunch, and Pierce and Nixon came out of nowhere and started to speak to me.

"I have to go somewhere," I told them. Pierce and Nixon glanced at each other.

"Where you have to go?" Nixon asked.

"None of your business," I said calmly. I was going to turn around when someone grabbed my arm and pushed my back against the wall. I knew it was Nixon since he used to do that to me most of the time, but the time of his voice and the determination and worry in his eyes puzzled me.

"Tell me where you're going," he said lowly.

"Why?"

"Because! Because..." His dark demeanor disappeared, and he bit his lower lips, looking at Pierce for help.

"Because Asher wants to meet you," Pierce said.

"Who's Asher?"

"Our leader," Nixon answered automatically. Pierce sent him a deadly glare, and Nixon shrank back, realizing his mistake.

Pierce sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Damn it, Nixon, I can't keep protecting you from shit like this. I won't tell Asher, okay?"

"Okay," Nixon groaned and let me go. "Just follow us."

"I can't," I repeated. "I have somewhere to go."

"Fuck," Nixon cursed and grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the cafeteria. Once we left the cafeteria, I started pulling and moving around rapidly. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Man, chill!" Pierce yelled. I didn't know if he was telling Nixon or me to chill, but I didn't want to meet whoever Asher was. I needed to go back to my dorm. I decided to relax in Nixon's hold and let me drag me where Asher was. Nixon let go of my wrist but captured my hand in his and glanced at me. I was a little uneasy about holding hands with Nixon. Not because Nixon was a male, I used to hold my Pa's hand when I was younger, but I didn't take Nixon as a holding hands type of person. I didn't know why he was holding my hand, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

Someone grabbed my other hand, and I looked up to see Pierce holding my hand. I wanted to ask them why they were holding my hands, but my heart was pounding that Pierce was touching me, even if he was just holding my hand, he was touching me. Why did Pierce have this effect on me? Nixon let go of my hand when he saw that Pierce was holding mine and started to speed walk down the hallway.

I was going to follow him when Pierce held me back and said, "Don't worry about him. He's showing us the way."

He didn't seem like it. I saw the hurt in his eyes. I found myself asking if he was going to be all right, but it was too soon to worry about someone who bullied me for a couple of days for envying me. It made no sense.

"Who's Asher?" I said, changing the subject.

Pierce bit his lip, his lip growing red by putting pressure on his mouth. "He's our leader. That's all I can say."

"Leader of what?"

"I can't tell you. He'll tell you once you met him and the others."

The others? Pierce walked me to another brown door that had a random number 1023. Another entry that was a couple of doors away from me. Nixon was standing in front of it with his forehead pressed against it. "Nixon," Pierce called.

Nixon jumped up and moved out of the way. Pierce knocked on the door a couple of times, and the door opened. Pierce dragged me inside the room and let go of my hand as soon the door closed behind us. "Who is this?"