orphan boys ; jyatt

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jaedens pov

next to me on the couch, two girls stayed sitting on wyatts lap. i'm pretty sure wyatt was enjoying the hell out of it bc he didn't hesitate to start making out with one of them and switch to the other every two minutes. the party was a total bummer. well not to everyone else...but to me.

i suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me and turned my head to see justin smirking at me with his full on stare. it felt a little weird, not gonna lie. before i knew it he turned and walked up the stairs and disappeared into one of the rooms.

all i could hear was "my kind of woman" by mac demarco playing and the faint little moans coming out of wyatt. the whole situation grossed me out so i headed over to finn and jack who were sitting on one of the love seats. i sat on one of the arms of the couch and just sighed. so much for a party.

"you good jaeden?" jack asked.
"yeah, i'm cool." ,i said with a small smile.

finn was hitting a blunt with his head back on the couch and his eyes pretty much rolling to the back of his head.

"what's up with him",i asked concerned.
"he said he wanted to 'escape for a night'", jack said making the quote expression with his fingers.

finn didn't seem to be doing all well so i smacked him on the head...just a little tap. his head quickly came back up and he had a shocked expression on his face. his eyes were bloodshot red and his face was pale. the expression went away and he just started giggling out of nowhere.

"you good?", jack asked.
"yes, jackie" finn said adding another giggle to the sentence, seeming as if the name jackie just cracked him up. finns head tipped over to jacks side like it was a bowling ball. finn fixed it to where his head was stuck in the crook of jacks neck and little droplets of drool just kept dripping down on jacks neck. jack didn't seem to mind too much...and he actually looked like he liked it. he hesitantly took his hand and started brushing back finns curls while rubbing his thumb across finns forehead. a smile crept up in finns lips.

"mmm. keep doing that, jackie.", he mumbled under his breath.

this seemed to be my cue to leave so i got up from the couch and started walking back over to nic and owen but before i got there i felt a tap on my shoulder. justin was standing there with something in his hand. i couldn't make out what it was though. strangely enough i felt his lips in mine merely seconds after. i panicked a little at first but went with it because this was probably the only good thing to come from this party. after a few seconds, justin pulled a way and said,
"watch this.", with a smirk.

he walked towards wyatts direction and stopped his feet right in front of the couch wyatt and the two girls were sitting at.

a few seconds later justin was holding wyatts picture right beside his head and wyatt had been standing a few feet in front of him. this all happened so fast.

wyatts pov

he was holding it. the picture. a knot filled in my stomach and that feeling happened. the feeling right before you drop down from a hill on a roller coaster or that feeling when you get in trouble with your parents and you're just waiting for their reaction. except this was worse. a lot worse. a big ball of heat just started boiling in my stomach and anger filled from my toes to the tip of my head.

"hey, asshole. you gonna do something other than stand there you little pussy?" justin asked in his douchey tone.

i couldn't come up with a response. the words just jumbled up in my head and a complete word couldn't come up. all i knew was that i had to get that picture back.

"l-let it go." i murmured under my breath.
"w-what do y-you want m-me to do with i-it?", he asked sarcastically, obviously mocking me. he laughed his dick laugh and took hold of the picture. before i could react the sound of paper ripping filled my entire head and kept echoing.

i looked at the two pieces of paper in his hand. my face...it was ripped in half. my toddler self...now ripped into two. my 2 year old self that had no idea what was to happen in the future.

the feeling in my stomach increased and my blood started boiling. my whole body felt like i just stepped into fire. i clenched my jaw and looked at him with complete hatred and nothing else.

before i knew it my fist had contact with justin's right cheek. it felt so good. i punched him again. and again. he was on the floor and i was on top of him now, straddling him. with each punch, instead of getting weaker i felt stronger. blood was drenching his face and leaking onto the floor. one shot to the nose. another shot to the eye.

before i could throw another punch i felt hands lift me off of him.

jaedens pov

i lift wyatt off of him as fast as i could

"wyatt stop!, i yelled. he took it too far. i knew how much that picture meant to him but...this was way too much.

he made a noise that almost sounded like a growl.

"no! i need at him! he deserves it! let me at him!", he yelled. i could almost feel the anger radiating off his body.

nic lifted up justin and he still had that smirk on his face. even with the fucked up face. a few boys pushed wyatt up the stairs.

i was right. this party sucked.

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word count: 898

date: 5-16-20 (date that chapter was fixed)

hey guys this was another chapter that messed up and the whole chapter ended up disappearing. i finally got motivated to fix it! hope u like it.