Shut Up & Kiss Me // BOYxBOY

Chapter Three //

        “Stop it!” a scream resonated throughout the hallway. One glance between Naomi and I sent us running down the hall at top speed.

                “Ouch! Don’t fucking bite, you worthless idiot!” That was definitely Lance. We finally reached the end of the hallway and arrived at the locker room doors. Another wary glace formed between the two of us as I pushed the door open.

                “Lance?!” I shouted in shock. On my right, Naomi paled and slowly walked back until she was leaning against the wall. In front of us was Lance attempting to choke Evan Lanta. Luce looked as if he’d been thrown in the corner like a ragdoll. A small dribble of blood was coming from his lip where it’d been bust open and tears streamed down his face. Evan, on the other hand, was in pretty good shape besides a few bruises that decorated his arms and one slowly forming bruise on his cheekbone.

                “Angel! Here, come help me finish him off!” Lance grinned as if it was all fun and games.

                “Lance. Stop. You don’t need murder on your hands. Think about it,” I reasoned. Lance sighed and climbed off the boy.

“Well fuck you too! God damn you, Angel. You ruin all the fun,” he pouted. With one final kick to Evan’s side, he marched out of the room like a child having a temper tantrum. “Naomi, go get help.” She stood frozen in shock. “Now!” Looking dazed she shook her head a few times before scurrying out of the room.

            “Don’t tell them who it was.” I looked up at the voice. It was Evan who had spoken.

            “What?” I asked confused.

            “Don’t tell them who it was,” he repeated. “They can’t know it was Lance.”

            “He just tried to kill you, and you want me to pretend it wasn’t him?” I yelled in rage. How could he want to keep Lance out of trouble? Why would he not want to be safe?

            “Yeah.” He looked a bit ashamed, yet his voice implied he was doing this selflessly. “It would just make it worse. I’m outta here. C’mon Luce.” Luce tried to climb off the ground but dropped back down quickly.

            Sorry. Dizzy. He wrote on his notebook.            

            “Naomi is going to get help! You have to stay here!” I panicked.

            “Stop her,” Evan said simply.

            “O-o-okay,” I stuttered before scrambling out of the door. “Naomi!” I yelled as I ran. “Naomi, stop!” I heard feet coming down the hall before her head peeked around the corner.

            “Stop?” she asked.

            “Evan doesn’t want them to know it was Lance,” I explained. “He says it’s better if they don’t know.”

            “That’s not better!” Naomi exclaimed. “That’ll jus’ make it worse! We need to stop him from doing it again!”

            “Evan doesn’t think that.” I shrugged. “Maybe we should just let Evan decide what to do. It’s his problem anyway.” The look on her face told me he thought otherwise. “Look, Naomi. Evan obviously is getting this under control, and I think he has a plan to stop this. Go talk to him if you want, but don’t get anyone involved yet.” I pleaded. She looked skeptical, but nodded.

            “Let’s go talk to him.” She began to walk briskly to the locker room.

            “Now?” I asked in surprise.