Jock. // Emilio Martinez Fanfiction

three.

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"Dad... I can explain.." Ivan whispered.

Here we were. The three of us. In the living room, again. This is a reoccurring scene in the lives of Emilio and Ivan Martinez. "You can explain? okay.... go ahead Ivan and explain to me why the hell you just got bitch slapped by a girl, a GIRL! Don't you know how to be a man?" Dad shouted. Ohh lordy lord, he was upset. Dad disciplines us at different times. Ivan will go first, I'm guessing cause he's younger. Then he moves on to me, and hell he never fails to spare me the dumb lectures. 'Emilio why do you always make mistakes... Emilio you should look after your brother... Emilio this, Emilio that' fuckkk off for god's sake. I get it.

I love Ivan and everything but, he's a big boy. He can take care of himself, I don't need to babysit his ass 24/7. By the time he finished screaming my brother, Ivan sprinted towards the front door and shut it harshly. Now on to me. Yippie.

"Third time Emilio Martinez, third time." He let out a big sigh. "Not first, not second... but third," I get it, its the third time. "I'm trying dad okay its just-" He cut me off. "You're trying?" I nod. "Emilio for god's sake I give you guys everything! You have nice clothes, I bought you a car, we have a nice fucking house, I let you get fucked in this nice house! What the shit else do you want? The least you can do is not fuck up." He grasps his hair in frustration. He's right, the least I can do is not fuck up but, I don't. "What happened in that office today... unbelievable. I want you to listen to me Emilio Jose Martinez. I'm gonna be loud and clear with you," Dad started inching closer to my face, as I backed up until the couch stopped me from going any further back. "This, will never happen again." I nodded once again, fear was beginning to creep up my back. At this point we were almost touching noses. "Me escuchaste? (Did you hear me?) How clear was I?"

"Crystal." My father walked away from my face and stared at me for what felt like forever. I could finally feel myself breathe. Must of held my breath while he was talking, wouldn't wanna fuck up during that too would I?

Assuming he was done, I excused myself, and went right out the front door. Fresh air was much needed. I take a seat on the stairs and lock my head in-between my knees. Dad always found a way to drain every ounce of energy from my body. I stay locked in that position until I hear several honks coming from the garage. "There he is," I mumble to myself as I try to get a closer look of what seems like Ivan banging his head against the steering wheel of his car. I knock on his window and he stops to roll it down. "Whats up?" This is my way of asking Ivan to get emo with me. Its never easy to get him to share his feelings. Ivan answered back saying he was fine, but with that head banging I don't believe anyone would buy that.

"Stop fucking with me dude. Is this about dad? because you know he's stupid. He's always gonna be that way, theres no changing him." I tried. "I don't care about dad," He snapped.

Alright, so its not about dad. Who the hell is it about then?

"Okay so..." I paused, blankly staring at him. "If its about the deten-"

"Its Stacy." Ivan held the steering wheel tight and avoided any sort of eye contact. Uhh.... Stacy, okay..

"Alright? what about her? I thought she was just your really good one and done," I stated, quite honestly. He was still avoiding eye contact, looking everywhere else but at me. Ivan's the type to not get attached to anyone, whatsoever. His one and dones, really mean one and done. A quickie and then done, like, never- gonna- see- you- again done.

"I dont know dude.. something weird's happening to me. I cant get her out of my head and its literally driving me insane. You know me Emilio, and you know that I usually dont care about this stuff but.. I feel bad. I feel so much guilt from what I said back at the school, fuck."

Okay, this is a new one for me.

"Maybe she just slapped you so hard your head hurts and it keeps on repeating her image," I reasoned. I actually don't know what's going on with him, this is some next level shit.

"No you dumb ass, I think I'm old enough to be able to control what images my mind repeats. Its weird dude, its really freaking me out. I don't wanna have anything to do with her, its a one and done. For every girl." He looked just as drained as I probably did. "Maybe you like-"

"No stop, I don't like anyone. Just stop please? its probably the new cologne I bought, must be giving me some weird side effect." Alright Ivan.. like a cologne can do that. "Okay sorry sorry. But, to boost the mood a little... a little birdy told me Ryan's having a party tonight. Apparently, everyone's invited." I said.

"So?" Ivan rolled his eyes. This little bitch. "So, everyone like, Stacy, everyone," I stated a little louder. This little fucker was being so hard, he really needed a few drinks, and so did I. Ivan stayed silently staring at his steering wheel, probably thinking. He never blew out a party, and was usually the one to drag me out of the house. Not vice versa.

"Alright, I guess I'll go. I need to forget about this girl, my mind's playing tricks with me right now and the only cure for that is alcohol." He turned on the engine of his car and opened the co-pilot's seat. I agreed with my brother and he quickly backed out of the garage, destined to Ryan's house. I really felt for Ivan. I hate feeling like I cant help him but, he needs to figure this out by himself. And Stacy too, I guess. Deep down I cant help but feel as if I'm not just going there to party. My conscience whispers, her.

I'm going to that party hoping she's there.

******Chapter three whohoo!! what do you guys think will happen between Ivan and Stacy at the party?? or do you think anything will happen with Emilio and the girl?? Comment down below what you think!!