Hot Bad Boy Twins

The punishing gentleman and the broken bad boy

All day, it was kind of strange.
In every class that she had with one of the two boys, they would offer her flowers or a simple thing like carrying her stuff or letting them copy off her work.
Ok, the last one was obviously Jack Frost/Beau over there.
The rest was the gentlemanly Heathen.
Yasmin was kind of confused. Why were these two perfectly popular boys... Courting her?
She began to feel indifferent towards Heathen. Sure, he had played around with her feelings, but everytime he did something for her, there was a look of regret in his eyes, in his posture, in his dimpling smile.
A sad, dimpling smile.
She got to Civics, where Carly kept hinting malovelently to the detention tomorrow.
She cast her nemesis an angry look.
"Hey Yam Yam," said a cool, velvety voice.
She looked up to see Beau grabbing a chair and tilting ao far backwards it looked like he was about to fall off.
To be honest, she wasn't exactly anti to that action.
"What do you want?" she said, indifferent to Carly who was wearing a dreamy look on her face.
"Heard that you got a detention," he leaned backwards more then let it crash down.
Carly started, then leant forward, her interest piqued.
"You know, I haven't had a detention in a long time." Beau put a finger to his chin.
"Yeah, so what?" Yasmin said.
Beau suddenly got up and threw the chair at the wall.
It cracked severely.
"Beau!" The teacher cried, concern written on her face.
"Yes," Beau smoothly grabbed another chair.
"You get a detention for damaging school property!" The teacher wrote something down on a yellow slip.
"Thank you, Ms. Angel," Beau said and grabbed the paper.
He winked in her direction. "See you tomorrow Yam Yam."
She felt heat creeping up her cheeks. Sure, it was a weird way of courting her, but he had done it to be with her.
Then she glanced at Heathen.
He was glaring at the door that Beau had come out of. There was a particular anger that she had never seen in him before. Flames burning in his eyes, fists clenched until his knuckles were white, his mouth pressed into a thin line.
She couldn't really understand what his problem was.
He swiveled to glare at her, a searing white-hot look that made her duck down, unable to look back at him.
"Heathen!" The teacher cried.
Yasmin looked up to see the door slammed shut with a bang.
Curious, she dug for a bathroom pass and quickly wrote her name and the time down.
"Ms. Angel, may I go to the bathroom?"
"Yes," she sighed and signed with unnecessary force.
Yasmin muttered thanks then hurried out to the empty hallway.
There was a loud noise.
Yasmin pressed against the corner and took a peek at what was happening.
Heathen was pressing his twin against the wall, gripping his shirt in his fist.
"Calm down little brother," Beau said, calm despite the circumstances.
"I." Heathen punched Beau in the face, eliciting a groan from Beau and a gasp from Yasmin.
"Cannot." he punched Beau again.
"Calm. Down." With each word he punctuated it with a punch until Beau's eye was purple and his lip was bleeding.
What is going on?
"You cannot grow any closer to the girl, you understand me?" Heathen slammed Beau against the wall.
"Says you. Trying to go after her." Beau replied.
"We need to stay away. Despite what I said a week ago, we need to stay away."
"Relax, I only want to know her."
"Know her? You gave her a nickname already."
"Fine. I'll stay away." Beau wrenched away from Heathen.
"You better," Heathen slammed his twin against the wall again and left, eyes still filled with fire.
"Bloody hell," Beau licked his lip then cast a look backwards.
Yasmin suppressed a yelp, pushing against the wall.
Then Beau walked away, a scent of smoke lingering in the air.
She didn't see the two of them for the rest of the day until she started walking home.
"Hello. "
Heathen.
She backed away and tripped.
He caught her. "Are you ok?"

Thoughts flitted through her, rapid and random. 

"Get away from me!" She stumbled away.

"What? What are you talking about?" Heathen approached her, eyes crinkled. "I just want to drive you home!" He extended a hand. The same hand that had punched Beau until he was bloody.

Yasmin's head swam. She looked up into Heathen's eyes. So warm, brown eyes like her favorite caramel chocolate. But she had seen them like wheat fields on fire. She had seen them boil in rage. Seen the warm, big hand out to her curl into fists and used as weapons. Seen that cute, dimpling smile turn into one that bared their teeth. 

"I-um, I'm just walking today." And, staggering like an idiot, she hurried away.

She was nearly halfway home when she heard something smashing. She peered around to see an alley.
Reminding herself that creepy alleys were creepy, she shuffled forward when she heard something being smashed again.
Cursing every creepy alley in the world, she stalked over and halted when she saw what was happening.
Beau was leaning against the wall, his knuckles bruised and bloody. A few bricks had fallen out. Now Beau was breathing raggedly, tears running down his chiseled cheeks, an open vulnerability in his eyes.
Her heart pulled.
Beau screamed with rage, pushing off from the wall then slamming his fists against the wall. He let out a small cry then slid down with his back to the alley.
He looked broken, eyes like glass shards that had broke and couldn't be fixed. Like the glass had shattered. His chest rose and fell with a movemnt that looked so painful, Yasmin felt her heart stirring, and she could feel numbing heat taking over, like she was experiencing the pain with him.
"It's not attractive to stare, Yam Yam." Beau said without looking up.
She started then walked over and sat down beside him.
"I wasn't staring," she looked down at his bruised hands.
"Yeah right."
He was still cocky after all that?
She gently took one of his hands.
He hissed in pain.
"Sorry!" she yelped then got a wad of tissues from her backpack. She got out her water bottle and poured it on, then capped it and gingerly pressed the wad of wet tissues to Beau's hand.
He winced but didn't make a noise, and after a while he started to loosen up. She took his hand and treated the other with the same process.
She threw the tissues in the trash can then was about to release handholds with him.
"No." he gripped her hand with surprising strength. "Stay."
And then she leaned back against the broken alley, holding hands with the bad boy who was broken, a million thoughts in her mind.

A/N I won't be updating as much as I want to because of EOC's and state tests and all that. Sorry for the long update. Vote and comment!