Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 16

Chapter 16

I stood in the elevator with Eddie. I was feeling jittery and anxious. My head was throbbing in pain as a mixture of alcohol and worry infiltrated every inch of me. The damn elevator wouldn't go fast enough. I shouldn't have let Lucas leave by himself.

That was so stupid of me. "I'm sure he's fine," Eddie tried to reassure me, but his positive nature wasn't going over well with me. "You didn't hear Casey, okay? He was freaking out. Casey never freaks out," I said. It was true. Casey was always chill about everything. Knowing how seriously he sounded on the phone just made me think something really bad was going to happen or had happened. Speaking of phones, I really wished I had gotten around to getting Lucas' phone number like I promised myself I would. This was the exact reason I needed it in the first place, especially since Casey was too much of a moron to tell me what was going on. "What do you think happened?" Eddie asked. "I don't know!" I shouted in frustration which shut him up.

All I knew was that it was something to do with Ethan. It had to be. I knew Ethan was after Lucas after he didn't quit the team, but I thought he was all talk and would never act on his threats. I was so naïve sometimes. The doors finally opened on our floor and I didn't wait a second before rushing out with Eddie hot on my tail. I got to Casey and Lucas' room and tried my luck with the door. It opened with ease and I flicked on the light.

There was no one in there.

Lucas' bed was still made to pristine perfection. "Casey!" I shouted down the hall. I marched down the hall, looking for any sign of either Casey or Lucas, but didn't see anything until Casey emerged from the rec room. He looked at us with so much worry in his eyes but also a little hope. "What the fuck is going on?" I snapped in annoyance. Why couldn't he just tell me over the phone? "Did you find him?" he asked, jogging towards us. "No. What's going on?" I asked again. My temper was really being tested now. His expression changed to one of pure guilt. He froze in the middle of the hallway, not saying anything.

I was done with his silence, so I closed the gap between us by grabbing his shirt around the collar and slamming him against the wall. "Hey, hey, you two, calm down," Eddie demanded, but his pleas were promptly ignored. "Tell me what the hell is going on or I'll rip out your fucking tongue and you'll never be able to speak again," I threatened him. I was on the brink and anything would tip me over the edge right now. I was trying so hard to sEmily calm. "Okay!" Casey shouted as he tried, and failed, to pry my fingers off of his shirt, "It's Ethan...Him and Ricky...shit..." He stopped again. "Tell me!" I growled. He actually looked scared. Good. "I heard from Dan that Ethan was going to drug Lucas.

Ricky was helping him and...and I can't find Lucas anywhere," he explained. "Drug him?" I asked in confusion, "Why?" "Fuck, I don't know," he said and I could tell from the look in his eyes that he really didn't. One thing did get to me though; when I was on the phone with him he sounded so guilty, and he looked like it right now. "You look guilty. Why?" I asked. He didn't say anything and I stood there with my hand to his throat, glaring into his eyes and then I just knew. Last year Casey went through a phase where he sold drugs to people on campus. I thought he stopped, but looking at him now I just knew he was back into it. He sold it to them.

I knew it.

It wasn't something I was a fan of, but I would deal with that later. Right now I had to focus on Lucas. "Where have you looked?" I asked and let go of him. "Here...the bathrooms, rec room, Ethan's room, Ricky's room. I have no idea where he is," he said. "We checked the girl's dorms before we came over here, and around outside," Eddie said. My head hurt as I thought hard about where Lucas could be. We looked everywhere.

They might have taken him off campus. Oh God, who knew what they could be doing to him. I had to find him. As images of Lucas and places he could be flashed in my mind, one stood out to me; the stairs. No one checked the stairs. I ran down the hall towards the door that led to the stairwell. People rarely went up or down them. It was the perfect place not to get caught. I couldn't get there fast enough. I was so scared for Lucas that I felt like crying. "Lucas!" My voice echoed as I opened the door. He wasn't in my sight but I heard noises.