Torn Up

Chapter One - Night Club

friday - april 8th 2018

"You are joking right?" Bradly asked, folding his arms across his chest, stearing at his seventeen-year-old best friend, Matthew Christopher Tyson. "You don't expect me to give you the answers again, do you? You have to do the test on your own Kit, I wont help you this time."

Matthew, or Kit as most called him due to his middle name, pouted. "Come on Brad! I will fail if you don't help me!" Brad raised an eyebrow "Sorry to break it to you Kit, but I think you have already failed in Math..." Kit rolled his eyes, but ignored the comment, and continued begging. "Pretty please Brad? I'll do anything!" Brad sighed, looking at Kit's puppy eyes. No one could say no to those eyes. He finally let in, giving Kit what he wanted. "Ugh, fine. We will start on monday. The test isn't before next friday anyway, right?"

Kit grinned and nodded. It wasn't hard to get Brad to do things for him, he always said yes if Kit put on his best puppy eyes.

The two boys were currently in Brad's bedroom. Kit was laying on his bed, while Brad was sitting on the chair that was next to his desk. "So what do you think about Hunter's new girlfriend, she's cute, right?" Kit asked, trying to make an conversation.

Brad shrugged - he hadn't really thought about it. Cindy was Hunter's fifth girlfriend just this month. It wont last, and they will probably never see her again anyway, he thought. "I don't really know, how about you? You always fall for those blondes" Kit let out a short laugh. "She looked like a whore, so no. Not my type." Brad let out a chuckle, knowing his best friend was probably right. Hunter weren't exactly the best to pick out girlfriends, but he couldn't really say anything. He has never had a girlfriend before, not that he has ever been that interested in getting one either though.

"He could do so much better, still he goes right for the whores that just want him for sex." Kit let out, slightly laughing. Brad agreed, nodding his head. "I wish he could see it himself" Brad mumbled, looking around in his room.

It has been this weird tension between the two boys lately, though neither of them knows why. It has been bothering the both of them a lot, but neither of them wants to talk about it. They just do their best at ignoring the tension and pretenting to be all fine. "Anyway, I have been invited to a party tonight, wanna join? They say it's going to be lit!" Kit said, sitting up in the bed. Brad shrugged, looking at his friend. "I don't know - you know I'm not the biggest fan of parties. And anyway, I'm just fifteen, they wouldn't want a little kid at their party." Brad mumbled.

Kit sighed and got up from the bed, walking over to Brad. He knew he wasn't a fan of parties, but he also knows that Brad should be around more people than just himself and Hunter. "I know you don't, I just thought it might be fun for you to be around other people then just me and Hunter all the time.. And you are literally only two years younger than me, Brad." He told the younger boy, taking a hand on his shoulder.

After a while with Kit trying to convince Brad, he finally let it - again. "I have to get home and get ready, I'll pick you up at seven. And be ready!" Kit told Brad, pointing a finger at him, remembering the hundred of times Brad has been late for basically everything. For some reason, Brad always thinks that when Kit already is there and are ready to pick him up, is the best time to start getting ready. Making Kit quite annoyed.

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"You didn't tell me it was going to be at club!" Brad let out, looking at the night club infront of them with big eyes. Kit laughed a nervous laugh, scratching his neck. "I might have forgotten to mention that part" Brad rolled his eyes muttering something under his breath. Kit ignored it and went over to the bouncer that was standing with the doors. There weren't anyone else waiting in a line, so it didn't take long before they were there. "Name" The bouncer said, without even looking at them.