Short scenes

Blackmail

"You sick fuck," Blake muttered as two arms restrained him from beating a certain someone up.

"Oh, such an insult! Well. What's it gonna be? Your reputation or theirs?"  Tristan grinned, a phone was in his hand with a long-winded Twitter post, his thumb above the 'Tweet' button, about to release all of his friend's secrets.

"Fine. I'll do it." Blake's lips curled into a snarl, a sense of dread settling into him, he'd had to insult all three of them, Blake doesn't want to do that, not at all. He dropped his head in shame and submission, not wanting to see Tristan's ugly face.

"Do any funny business and this would be posted no doubt." Tristan threatened, lifting Blake's head by his chin. "You don't get to call the shots here, now go, before I make you." His Golden eyes bore down on Blake's crimson ones, making the small red boy shrink a little.

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"Fuck you all." Blake sharply inhaled as his horrified friends stood in silence.

"What the hell?! I thought we were friends! And this is the bullshit you pull on us?!" Eric yelled, his hands clenched tighter and tighter with every word he said. His seafoam green eyes glistened with betrayal, his shout almost made Blake flinch, it scared him. His heart cracked a little, making Eric scream, that shows how much he's mad at Blake.

"B-but- no way! T-that was genuine h-happiness you show around us! D-do you really...?" Paul sobbed the big droplets poured down his rosy cheeks. Blake's heart breaks more, hearing Paul's sobs was something he never wished to hear, let alone be the cause of it. He doesn't want Paul sad, he's the light of the group, it stings to see the cheerful person to start crying.

"...I can't believe you." Steven weakly muttered as the other two had started to walk away, dejected. "I-I...you were the only one who I could fully trust...and you pulled a 180 on us a-and..."

"I hate you so much, go fuck yourself."

That was the final nail in the coffin, Blake's already damaged heart shattered into pieces, seeing his closest and stoic friend, muttering and stuttering because of Blake's treachery. Blake loved him with all his heart and soul, hearing him say that he hated Blake, it broke him.

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"There, you saw me. Now delete that." Blake growled as tears threatened to spill from his eyes, he could feel Tristan's eyes bearing down at him, the feeling of superiority over Blake started to overwhelm him a little.

"Wow. Didn't think you'd do that. Oh well, it's deleted anyways."

"I hate you, Tristan," Blake muttered, he rubbed his eyes, the tears threatening to fall wiped away.

"Oh, I know~" Tristan snickered, he relished at the moment. Finally! Blake Redwood, the Red Terror, weak and submissive to him, Tristan Gold. Oh, how he's going to get a kick out of Blake getting berated by his friends, the pure misery!

"Now, hope you enjoy your new and improved hell."

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Steven strolled behind the school, still processing what had happened between Blake and him, did he mean that? It stung so much, this has happened before, so what makes Blake's so much more gut-wrenching? His thoughts were cut off when he heard a soft sob, where did it come from? As he walked ambled towards the garden, the wails got louder and louder. He stalked through the trees, weaving between them to conceal his presence, stepping closer and closer to the small koi fish pond at the back of the school garden.

"I'm sorry Eric, I'm sorry Paul, a-and I'm so sorry Steven..." Blake muttered as he wept, those all too familiar liquid pouring down his pale face. A box chock full of food was resting in front of him as he whimpered, curling up into a ball. He looked at the fish swimming around aimlessly, wouldn't it be nice, no thought, no feelings, just wandering around aimlessly? No need for worries, or sorrow?

The fishes swarmed around the area of the pond closest to Blake, as if begging for the scarlet wearing guy to feed them. He glanced at his open box of food, grabbing it with a gentle grip. And without a second thought, chucked its contents at the fishes, their gaping mouths gulping at the food.
"H-heh, even some mindless fish deserves to eat more than me," whispered the red ball of sadness not too far. "I-I'm just a horrible human being, after all, cursing out my only friends, " Blake laughed, contrast with big fat tears rolling down his cheeks. "Why do I even try anymore? Something will just take everything from me, might as well end it here, right?"

Blake shakily stood up, walking to the small pond, it could fit a human definitely, that would be an easy way to go, he entered this world in a blaze, it's time that flame put itself out.

He put his foot above the pond, and let his weight do the work, and nudged himself to tip himself over.
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Instead of the cold splash of water he anticipated, he felt two appendages wrapped themselves around him. Something yanked him back, two arms wrapping around his chest. Confused, he looked up at the mysterious person stopping him from ending it, none other than his friend Steven, looking down at Blake, on the verge of tears.

"....S-snowball-"
"PLEASE DON'T DO IT! Don't leave me! I don't want you gone!" Teardrops tumbled down Steven's pale face, cries escaped his throat. "Not you! Not like this! Please don't go!" His grip tightened around his small friend, shaking and crying.

"W-why....? You hate me don't you...?" Blake smiled, a small chuckle escaped his mouth. "W-what I s-said this a-afterno-"

"I knew you didn't mean it..." Steven whispered, "I know you as much as you love Mountain Dew. It's alright Keke.....you had a reason....no?"

Blake stood in stunned silence, Snowball doesn't hate him....? He started to cry, he started to laugh, they mixed into a horrible amalgamation of wailing and cackling.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm soRRy-" cried out the sad red boy as he choked on his words, dropping his head down as he held onto Steven's arms, still wrapped around his chest. Steven turned Blake around, the crimson lad burying his face into Steven's chest, wailing.
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"Fuck Tristan." Steven snarled as Blake slowly fell asleep in his hands, curled up. The grip on consciousness slowly slipped from both of them, the rhythm of Steven's breathing and the warmth he brought lulled Blake to sleep, and Blake nestled in Steven's arms, making Steven feel like he's hugging a soft and warm plush toy.

"Thank you, Snowball...." Blake muttered sleepily, smushing his face deeper into Steven's chest. This got Steven hugging the boy tighter, as if he's protecting him from the world.

"I love you Keke....." Steven whispered as Blake fell into a deep sleep.