Revolution || Lashton AU - boyxboy

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A/N THIS IS COMPLETELY UNEDITED SO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING ERRORS ALSO IT SUCKS SO I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU

It'd been a few days since I had seen Hemmings, or anyone else for that matter, since I had no classes Friday and the weekend off. I hadn't barely been at my dorm, either. I was kind of on a 'roadtrip'. That was a dumb word.

It wasn't much of one anyways. I'd only driven a few cities over to see someone.

But it doesn't matter. Because I wasn't planning on seeing that person ever again.

The person was Emma.

She lived a few cities over and was up here visiting a friend, and they came out to the club. I texted her after that whole thing with Hemmings because I was still looking to hook up with her to be honest, and we talked for a bit before I drove down to see her.

Now I won't lie, we fucked all weekend. And it was great. But it turned out that at the end of the day, she wanted more than I had to offer. And by that, I mean she wanted a serious relationship while I just wanted a good fuck. I don't do good at maintaining healthy relationships.

So long story short, I told her I couldn't give her that and she said she understood, but that it was probably best that I left. So I did. I'd like to say it was kind of a letdown, but I don't really care. I got what I wanted.

I'd already been to today's English lecture today, but Hemmings wasn't there, which was actually pretty surprising because since I've noticed his actual existence and everything, I haven't seen him miss one single class.

I bet he caught an STD from that boyfriend of his. Or something.

I had almost an hour until my art class and I was bored out of my mind. No, really, I've done nothing but throw darts at a dartboard and listen to Saturday Night Holocaust on replay for the past three hours.

I never thought I'd see the day when Jello's voice actually start to annoy me. Sorry Jello, man.

I remember the first time someone came knocking on my door giving me shit about my music being too loud and "offensive". But I mean, it was a fuckin' Catholic prick placed in a dorm next to a loud, obnoxious, punk-loving, anarchist-atheist. Really, whose idea was that?

Anyways, he'd actually been blabbing about it before I even opened the door and man, you should've seen the way he stopped midsentence when he took all of me in. His eyes raked over my body in the most judgmental way humanly possible; it's safe to say that after what I did to him, I wasn't bothered again for my music.

I paused my music, finally deciding that if I had to hear Jello say the words "spandex ass" one more time, my eardrums were going to burst.

Well, my other eardrum. I already fucked one up pretty bad. It's a long story.

I threw myself down onto my bed and put my hands over my eyes, mentally screaming at the fact that I had to go to another class today. I was going to skip, but I had a new tattoo I was working on and it was still in the artroom. I was going to get this one along with the skull from a while ago when I stabbed Hemmings and never actually got it done, tonight.

Seconds before Nate walked in, I grabbed my backpack and threw it over my shoulder and shoved my feet into my beaten black and white converse.

"Fuck, man. You really gotta go right now? I wanted to talk for a minute."

"Ain't got shit to talk about." I mumbled, before pulling the door open and slamming it behind me.

When I got to my art class, Hemmings still wasn't there. I didn't care that he was gone, but I was still slightly curious as to where he'd gone. Someone like him isn't supposed to ditch while someone like me goes to class. That's not right.