Maybe Lovers

Chapter 1- Chaos

"Alright class!" The teacher announced, "Today we will be having a group project, it will be a group of two only and I will be choosing them." The whole class groaned and Xingchen turned to Song Lan, they gave each other a look of exasperation and desperation.
The teacher soon began to list the names of the groups, Xingchen perked up at his name, "Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang, Song Lan and HuaQing, Lan Wangji and Wei Ying, Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen, and finally Wen Qing and Wen Ning. Now get with your groups, this project is about the theme of love and what you think about it."
Everyone went to their partners and some sighed, Xingchen was looking a Song Lan desperately who looked back. He then turned around and went to Xue Yang's desk, "Alright, let's get started," he said sternly.
"You can come over to my house after school so we can work on it," Xue Yang said.
"Why don't you come over to mine?" Xingchen challenged.
"Because I have a bigger house, at least that's what I've been told," Xue Yang said smirking.
Xingchen scoffed, "Fine, I'll come over at 6."
"Alright," Xue Yang said and they together began to work on the project. They were just writing a draft for the final project and when Xue Yang spoke, "So, are you Song Lan dating or something?"
"What?! No!" Xingchen said, "He's my best friend, he's like a brother to me."
"That's not what I've heard," Xue Yang said, "some say that you are just good friends and some say that you get a bit...let's say sexual," he smirked at the last part.
Xingchen's mouth dropped, "That is so not true!" He stood up and walked to the teacher's desk, "May I go to the restroom?"
"Sure." Xingchen stormed outside and went to the bathroom leaving Xue Yang alone laughing.

It was the end of the say and Xingchen was driving over to Xue Yang's house. He realized the man wasn't lying, the house truly was big. It was a white color with a few silver designs on it, it looked like a mansion even. He stepped out of his car and went to the front door where he knocked, he waited until the door finally opened.
"Xiao Xingchen," Xue Yang said, "come in."
"You have a pretty big house," Xingchen commented as he walked inside.
"Told you so," Xue Yang smiled, "make yourself at home." He went to the living room, Xingchen behind him, and sat on the couch, "Let's get started, what type of project is it going to be? Like a presentation?"
"No," Xingchen said standing in front of the man.
"A board?" Xue Yang suggested.
"No."
"An essay?"
"No."
Xue Yang stood up and pushed Xingchen down on the couch, he pinned the man down and leaned over him, "Then what do you want to do?" He asked in a deep voice.
Xingchen froze, "Uh-I-I don't know..." he trailed off and stared at Xue Yang's face, admiring the features.
Xue Yang stared at Xingchen for a while and leaned forward slightly, he was getting closer to the man's face by the second. Their faces were almost an inch apart from each other when someone barged into the room.
"Xingchen I-" it was Song Lan, he saw the scene and stopped.
"Song Lan! It's not what you think it is!" Xingchen said pushing Xue Yang off of him.
"It's exactly what you think it is," Xue Yang said smirking.
"No, it's not!" Xingchen glared at the man before turning to his friend, "Song Lan don't believe him."
"Um alright, I was coming to get you because you wouldn't pick up your phone," Song Lan said looking a bit downcast.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Xingchen said, "we were planning on working on the project so I put my phone on vibrate."
"It's fine, but I think your mother needs you, it's an emergency from the sounds of it," Song Lan said urgently.
     "What happened?" Xingchen asked picking his things up.
      "I don't know! But we should get going, now," Song Lan helped Xingchen grab his things and turned to Xue Yang, "I hope you don't mind Xingchen leaving early."
      "Of course not, I understand if it's an emergency," Xue Yang replied, "Xiao Xingchen, you might need this," he threw Xingchen's phone at the man and smiled.
     "Th-thanks," Xingchen said turning a hazy pink, he felt his heart pounding against his chest and said to himself, I must be getting sick.
     "No problem," Xue Yang said and sat on his couch, "call me when you want to meet up again."
     "I will," Xingchen rushed to the door with Song Lan behind him. They ran to their cars and drove to Xingchen's house.
     They arrived together and Song Lan knocked on the door, "Mrs. Xiao!" He called out.
     The door opened and a young girl came out with a tear stained face, "S-song Lan," she said. 
    "A-Qing," Xingchen picked the girl up and held her close, "what happened darling?"
    "D-dad got drunk," she answered, crying softly.
     "Shit," Xingchen gave the girl to Song Lan and ran inside. He looked around and found a broken bottle on the floor with blood stains on it. He heard a scream and ran upstairs, "Mom!"
     He heard loud thuds and ran to his room, his father was banging on the door to his bathroom. "Dad! Stop it!" He yelled and pulled the man back.
    His father turned to him and raised a hand, "You little shit!" He slapped Xingchen and a loud sound echoed around the room. Xingchen turned to him and glared, he kicked his father between the legs.
    "What did we tell you?!" Xingchen yelled as the man fell down, "Drinking isn't good for you! When will you understand?!"
     His father stood up and picked a glass cup on the nightstand, "Why do you think I drink?! It's because of you pieces of shit!" He threw the cup and Xingchen ducked.
     "You do it because your miserable!" Xingchen screamed.
       "Yeah because of you!" He took another swing at a bottle of alcohol, "You're just like your mother! Always nagging me about not drinking! And guess what?! You're also a fucking SLUT!"
     Xingchen slapped the man harshly, "Do not, I repeat, do NOT call my mother a slut!"
     "I can her whatever I want to!" He said and threw the bottle on the wall next to them. Xingchen never flinched, he was used to this after all.
     "Call her or me a slut one more time," Xingchen said, "I fucking dare you."
     "You're a slut like your mother," the man said pointing at Xingchen, he pulled an arm back and was about to throw a punch when his fist was held.
     It was Song Lan, "Mr. Xiao, I believe you are not allowed to hit your own son," he said calmly.
    "I can do whatever I want!" The man yelled and kicked Song Lan back. He punched Xingchen's stomach causing the man to fall back with Song Lan.
     "Song Lan, run!" Xingchen yelled as his father got closer to his friend.
     "I'm not leaving you here!" Song Lan responded.
     "Yes you are! Now!" Xingchen pulled his father's arms back.
    "I'm getting help! Then I'll come back!" Song Lan yelled and ran outside the room.
    Xingchen's father turned around and yanked his arms back, "You little shit! I wish you were never born! You're a waste! What a waste you are!" He kicked Xingchen back into a wall and jumped on him, he threw punches at the man who struggled beneath him.
    "Dad!" Xingchen yelled pushing the man away, "You can't keep doing this!"
     "Oh yeah? Watch me!" His tore Xingchen's shirt and pushed the man on the bed, he stood back and smiled menacingly, "You may be a slut, but you exactly like your mother. Sexy and cute."
     Xingchen crawled back, "No! Get away from me!" He ran to the opposite side of the room and opened a window, he was ready to jump out when his father grabbed his waist and pulled him back. "Let me go!" He screamed.
    "Hey!" A voice called from the doorway, "Put him down." The two men turned and saw Xue Yang.
    "Who are you?" Xingchen's father asked.
    "Doesn't matter," Xue Yang replied, "now put him down."
    "Why should I? Are you this slut's boyfriend?" The man threw Xingchen on the ground in front of him.
     "I'm not, now I want you to walk outside of this room right now," Xue Yang ordered.
     "This is my house! MINE! Not yours!" The man yelled.
    "Xue Yang, get out of here!" Xingchen yelled, he stood up and faced his father, "Dad please, this isn't you."
     "This is the real me!" He yelled, "Now get your mother and pack up! You're leaving!"
      "No!" Xingchen yelled, "You think you can control me now? You never could! How about you get out?!"
     "I pay for the rent, I pay for the food! Your mother doesn't do shit, she's just a slut like you!" Xingchen's father picked a chair up and threw it at Xingchen.
     Xue Yang pushed Xingchen to the side and ducked, the chair crashed on the door behind them. "Xiao Xingchen, maybe we should call the cops."
     "Song Lan's doing that!" Xingchen yelled.
     "Then I'm going to have to fight him!" Xue Yang yelled back, "I hope you don't mind if I hurt him badly!"
    He stood up and faced Xingchen's father, he punched the man and kicked his stomach. The man fell to the ground but stood up again, he picked up a broken glass bottle and tried to impale it in Xue Yang's stomach. Xue Yang dodged the blow and elbowed the man's neck.
    While they fought, Xingchen went to his bathroom and found his mother bleeding on the ground, "Mom," he whispered, "what happened?!"
     "I'm alright," the woman said, "it looks worse than it actually is. Honey I need you to take good care of your sister. Your father will be in prison soon so you don't have to worry about him too much. I love you for infinity."
     "I love your too," Xingchen said crying, he knew his mother wasn't going to make it. The wound was too deep and she already lost a lot of blood. He took a towel and put it on the wound, "I'm so sorry."