Revolution (rewrite) - Lashton AU boyxboy

3. i will not sit on glass for you

song: spinal remains - misfits

a.i.

It's four in the morning when I hear knocking on the door.

It's three distinct, loud knocks, and when I don't answer immediately, there's another round of three. Nate needs to stop fighting with Caitlyn. I'm fucking tired of having to let his drunk ass in at four a.m. every damn night just because he's paranoid that she's cheating on him. My dad used to have this motto, "if you're dealing with shit, leave other people the fuck out of it". Sure my dad was a hypocritical bastard, and the motto's not that great, but it gets the point across.

I throw my feet over the side of the bed, shivering when cold air blows in through the open window and hits my naked legs. I close the window. Gotta fix that damn lock.

In nothing but a pair of boxers and a muscle shirt, I go the door, fist pulled back ready to knock that motherfucker out for waking me up at four even though he knows I have my first psych test tomorrow. Not that I'm overly concerned about passing that class, but at this point, I'll take any reason to punch that cocksucker.

I open the door, reeling to punch Nate straight in the nose when I realize that it's not him.

"You're a real motherfucker, you know that Ashton Irwin?" he asks coldly, shoving his way past me into my dorm. Light casts in from the hallway, illuminating Nate who's passed out in his bed. I must have been asleep when he came home. I guess he and Caitlyn are fine, then. That's great. Truly.

I don't bother close the door so there's a quick escape in case I need it. He's obviously not happy, but what the fuck did I do?

"What are you talking about?"

He runs a hand through his hair, jabbing a finger in my chest. "I'm talking about you getting me all fucked up and then fucking making out with me! Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Nate turns in his bed, but I don't bother do anything to quiet Hemmings down since pity is the last fucking thing I feel for Nate. I stick my hand out. Hemmings glares at it, but I don't bother retract it. "Hi," I smile faux-kindly. "I'm Ashton Irwin, I'm a Cancer, and I like to beat the piss out of little boys who come slamming on my door at four in the fucking morning!"

He's fuming at this point and he won't back off. Where most people start to get scared, Hemmings gets a little more confident. It'd be intimidating if he weren't such a twig.

"You took advantage of me, you fucker!" he yells. I clench my jaw. Now, why did he have to go and make it personal?

When his back is to the door, I shove him by the shoulders just hard enough to send him stumbling back into the hall. "Look, kid, you need to calm the fuck down. I didn't do shit to you that you didn't want," I bite with a certain venom. What a little worm, coming into my fucking dorm running his mouth about shit he doesn't fucking understand.

He pulls on his hair like I'm the one not understanding what he's saying. A vein bulges out of his forehead. I think about the way his hair felt when it was my hands doing the pulling.

"You knew I'd never been high before!" he yells, loud enough that Nate starts trying to get up. "You had me smoking myself fucking stupid! I didn't even remember my fucking name by the end of it yet you though I was coherent enough to make a decision like that?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Hey!" I bark. I'm not fucking kidding anymore. There are some lines you just don't cross, and this kid has crossed all of them.

"Ash, what's going on?" Nate asks groggily from his bed. I give Hemmings another shove.