imagines ◦benny rodriguez / luis mendoza

mendoza was here (part five) ◦ luis mendoza

The boy paced around the loud party, waiting for her to come back downstairs. The thought of her being up there with another guy sobered him up, making him incredibly aware of his surroundings.

People would occasionally stop him to chat, but all he really cared about was her safety. He didn't want to, and the fact that he did care that much about her scared him, but the situation made him realize how important she actually was to him.

God, How could he have been so stupid?

He let a good one go. He fucked up. It was all on him.

His eyes would occasionally scan the large room, and he was able to pick out all of his friends from the blur of people.

It was an unconscious behavior of his that he found himself doing quite often, making sure they were all okay. He always felt better, knowing they were all safe.

Luis looked to the right seeing a figure coming down the stairs. What he saw made his veins pulse with a mind altering amount of adrenaline and anger.

Ryan made it to the bottom of the stairs, buttoning his shirt, only to be slammed into a wall.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Luis yelled, mentally praying that someone would stop him from beating the shit out of Ryan.

"Relax bro. I didn't fuck her." he said with a slight chuckle.

Luis loosened his grip on his shoulders, waiting for him to explain.

"She was all over it though. She wanted it bad if you know what I mean." he said, finding himself humorous. Luis's jaw clenched in angered as a small crowd began to gather around the two.

"But you go have fun with her, after all, she's basically your property."

That was all it took for Luis to throw the first punch. He wanted to hurt Ryan, he wanted to hurt him bad. And he would have if Charlie and Guy didn't pull the two boys apart after a few punches.

Luis grabbed onto Ryan's collar, pushing him once more."If you ever fucking talk about her like that again, I'll be sure to find you when nobody's around to break it up."

Ryan didn't respond, he just held onto his nose which was most likely broken. But hey, he deserved it.

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The anxious boy found himself checking every room upstairs, all while walking in on numerous couples, he didn't care though. He needed to find Camryn.

He came across a closed door, opening it with caution and a hand over his eyes, unsure of how much more high school porn he could take. He slowly removed the hand and saw Cam, rummaging through the clothes on the random bed for what he assumed was a sweatshirt. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying.

He didn't speak. He removed his hoodie from his body, leaving him in his t-shirt, and approached her with caution.

She looked up from the clothes, and her eyes met the shirt he held out. She then glanced up at him for a moment, before accepting the shirt and putting it on. She was immediately engulfed in warmth and the familiar scent of Luis's cologne, feeling safe.

She looked back up to the boy that she would always find comfort in during heartache. She felt so pathetic.

He looked at her with sadness clear in his expression. She hadn't even realized she was crying again.