And Then There Was You. (BoyXBoy)(REWRITTEN)

02.

I felt like the bathroom was going to be my new best friend.
Sorry Jeremy.
You just couldn't fit the proper role.
..
Leaning over the toilet, I could feel my stomach twisting in painful knots.
This was it.
The end of Angel Clark.
And we didn't even get to the point, where I fall in love then get my heart ripped out.
..
Heh.
Good thing I guess.

"Excuse me, but are you done throwing your guts up? Some of us need to piss." A voice said banging on the door that I had locked.
Looking at the door with a glare, I frowned wiping my mouth.
Flushing the toilet, I felt my stomach churn.
Fuck.

Opening the door, I felt a wave of irritation.
It was those guys from before.
The black haired guy looked amused.
"What? Can't handle your alcohol?" He asked me.
"What a pussy." Another guy chimed in with a snicker.

Glaring, I just needed to get past these guys.
Find Jeremy.
Beat his ass for abandoning me.
Then go home and possibly sleep in the bathroom.

Walking past them, I felt a hand clamp over my shoulder.
Stopping me in my tracks.
"What? Your boyfriend isn't here, so you can't speak up? Didn't you tell me to go fuck myself?" He asked shoving me against the wall.
The movement was too fast.
My head was spinning.

"G..od, you're fucking loud." I glared at him as he smirked.
I cried out in pain feeling his knee connecting to my stomach.
Everything immediately threatening to come up.

"Maybe you should learn how to pick your bars, see this isn't a bar for faggots." He said.
Managing to make eye contact, he knelt down with a grin.
"I have you all figured out, you come here in hopes of a quick fuck then leave. I saw you checking out that bar keeper, news flash he's straight. And if he were gay, he wouldn't even look your way." He said.

"I wouldn't?" A voice I recognized stated.
Looking to the door, I remembered that messy blonde hair.
He leaned against the door with a smirk.
"Funny, I wasn't aware you were my pops. Telling others what I wouldn't look at, I was actually looking for the kid you have there on the floor. What, were you going to rape him?" He asked walking over to the black haired guy who glared at him.

"What? Do I look like a faggot?" He snarled bitterly.
Cain grinned wickedly, not even thinking twice before grabbing the others crotch.
"I don't know mate, keeping pretty boys locked up in the bathroom, when they've had too much to drink. Is a high sign, you're not straight." He said squeezing hard as the guy yelled in pain before shoving Cain away from him.

"You bastard." He growled.
"I'll tell the manager, he'll fire your dick loving ass." He warned.
Cain shrugged.
"Garrett's pretty chill and doesn't usually take bullshit from low life's like yourselves, I suggest you bunch of straights go find another one. Before I beat the shit outta you for hurting this guy." He said bitterly now.

"This isn't over you faggots." The black haired guy said storming out.

Cain was at my side, kneeling down as he frowned.
"How ya holding up?" He asked.
I had half the mind to say some harsh to him.
To yell that I was fine, that I didn't need his help.
But honestly.
I was relieved someone showed up.

"Could be better." I murmured.
Cain smirked, getting to his feet before helping me to mine.
"You should be careful, those guys are no good to be around. Trust me." I saw his eyes darken before they fell back on me.
"But enough of that, lets go find your boyfriend an-"
"Jeremy? He's not my boyfriend." I told him.
Cain blinked, then smirked.
"Oho, could of fooled me. I really thought the two of you were a thing." He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes.
"Nope, just my annoying best friend." I told him.
Cain smiled.
"So what, you came here looking for a quick fuck or something?" He asked.
I shook my head at that.
"I'm not some slut, I'd rather just date the person if we're going to go that far." I said with a frown.
Cain nodded.
"So, are you a student from around here?" He asked me.