Fic: You're a Regular Decorated Emergency - Chapter 2
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
POV: First (Brendon's)
Summary: They were the outcasts of their school. The list started out as something innocent. Then Ryan wanted to get revenge in the only way he knew possible and he's dragging Brendon along for the ride.
Author's Note: Loosely based on the book Hate List by Jennifer Brown. (By loosely, I do mean very loosely. Also going to include a trigger warning in general right now (Self harm, alcoholism, bullying, violence, and several other things that may arise.)) Basically, don't read if you're going to be easily affected. Yes I know that FOB wouldn't exist because Pete is in the school, but humor me, okay?
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. I don't own the characters. I'm only responsible for the plot line.
The rest of the day thankfully seems to fly by. Jon and Spencer aren’t at lunch, but that’s normal. They usually skip and go out to somewhere decent for lunch, while Ryan and I elect to stay for the cheaper, school-offered food. I mean, it’s not like I don’t have money to go out to eat like Jon and Spencer do, but Ryan doesn’t. And he’d never let me pay for him. So I suck it up and eat the “mystery meat” lasagna.
Before I know it, I’m walking off towards woodshop, the only class I don’t have with Ryan. Or anyone for that matter. I wouldn’t usually mind having no one from my small group of friends in a class, but this particular class is a living hell. Basically everyone that had made my life a living hell throughout high school (and even some going all the way back to middle and elementary school) is in that class. It’s my own, personal Hell on Earth in room 308.
I have no reason to expect today to be any different. Walking in, I take my usual seat near the only window in the room. It’s the only spot in the room that doesn’t always feel like 190 degrees. Most everyone else is still working on the current assignment on the other side of the room at the various pieces of equipment, so at least today I don’t have to fight anyone over the spot.
As soon as I sit down, Mr. Raymond walks over to my desk and hands me my grading sheet from the assignment I finished early. He gives me a small smile before shuffling away to help some confused, blonde girl work one of the sanding machines. I watched him attempt to rectify the damage she had already inflicted on the workbench rather than her cabinet door before glancing at my grading sheet.
A+
Thank God. I mean, I hadn’t really thought I did badly. I always did well in artistic shit like this, but it’s always a relief to actually see the proof that I did well; that it’s not just in my head.
I spend the rest of the hour doodling random shit all over the cover of mine and Ryan’s notebook. In my opinion, it makes it look slightly more innocent than what is actually inside of it. I hear the bell ring and start to put the notebook in my bag when I see a hand snatch it out from in front of me. I look up quickly to see Brent smirking down at me.
“Writing love notes to your little lover boy?” He sneers.
I sigh, “Just give it back, Brent…”
He barks out a harsh laugh, “Nah, I think I want to read some of this first.” He flips open the notebook to the second or third page and I see his bushy, black eyebrows furrow together; definitely not what he was expecting to find.
“Yo, Gabe, Pete! Get over here,” He calls out.
Shit.
While he’s busy looking over his shoulder, I run forward and yank the notebook out from his hands and run out into the crowded hallway. I round the corner and see Ryan standing next to our lockers waiting for me. He sees me walking and I can see a smile start to spread across his face, when all of a sudden it disappears and his eyes narrow.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m being slammed from behind into a wall of lockers so hard that one next to me actually flies open.
“Not so fast, freak. You’re gonna tell me why you have our names written down in your stupid little book.” It’s Gabe. Figures. He’s the only one out of the group actually strong enough to do anything. Even to a scrawny guy like me. He pushes me harder against the lockers and I cough a little. “Spit it out, faggot. I wanna know why my fucking name is in there.”
Suddenly I feel the pressure from me being held against the lockers lifted. I spin around to see Ryan standing over Gabe who is now sprawled on the ground and looking confused. One glance at Ryan and I know he’s livid. This is the second time today that Gabe has pissed him off. Ryan glares at Gabe, who actually seems to be a bit scared, before turning and pulling my hand off towards our lockers.
Before I can even drop Ryan’s hand to open my locker, he pulls me even further down the hall, towards the exit.
“Um, babe, where are we going?” I ask, confused.
“I already grabbed your homework,” He spits out. “It’s in my bag.” Oh, I hadn’t even noticed he had his backpack.
I remain quiet and let him drag me along until we get to his car on the far edge of the senior parking lot. He drops my hand and I quietly scurry to the passenger-side door and slip inside. Ryan cranks the key, causing the engine to roar to life, along with the radio at full blast. I jump and he quickly turns it almost completely down.
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
I say nothing and simply stare out the window as we race out of the parking lot towards the edge of the suburban area we live in on the edge of the city. Before we get remotely close to where either of us lives, he makes a sharp turn heading towards a small forested area.
“Ry, where are we going,” I press again, even more confused than before.
He says nothing as he drives down the one lane, dirt road and enters the edge of the forest. He stops and turns off the car, quickly exiting it. I rush to do the same, forgetting in the process that my seatbelt was still on and end up choking myself. Once I free myself from the car, I rush to catch up to Ryan, who is nearly jogging into the forest. I almost end up plowing into him though, because he stops quickly and turns towards a tree and starts kicking and punching at it.
Shit. I know this routine. I quickly back away and station myself with my back pressed against another tree, about ten feet away from him. I let him beat the shit out of the tree for about 10 minutes before I finally gain enough courage to walk over to him. I slowly wrap my arms around his waist and he stops his fit, still breathing heavily. Leaning my forehead against his shoulder, I press my lips against his shoulder blade gently.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I feel him sigh underneath me a little and he turns around in my arms to face me. His eyes are red-tinged and his cheeks are flushed from the effort of his actions. He stares me in the eyes and I can tell he’s trying to get his breathing back to normal. I give him what I hope is an encouraging smile and he gives a faint one back. Smiling more sincerely, I lean up and press my lips to his.
I pull away to see him smiling more. He pushes me back towards the tree I was previously leaning against pressing his hips against mine. He hooks his lips with mine again and I kiss him back reaching up a hand to tangle it in his dark brown hair. Ryan sinks his teeth into my lip and tugs on it a little, causing a moan to fall from my mouth. I feel him smirk as he releases my lip. Opening my eyes, I see him staring at me with the same smirk on his face that I can’t help but return.
“I love you,” he says, pecking my lips one more time and grabbing my hand to pull me back to his red Ford Taurus. Once we get back in the car, Ryan checks his phone. “We still have an hour left to kill before Jon’s house. Wanna go get smoothies?”
I smile a little, “Well, only if I get to pay.” Ryan visibly sighs and seems to think it over for a second or two.
“Fine,” he agrees, starting the car and backing up a little to turn around on the dirt drive. He cranks up the radio as we drive through town and an old Fall Out Boy song comes on. I turn it up a little louder and start belting it out obnoxiously knowing how badly it bothers Ryan when I did that. Or at least that’s the front he puts up. I knew he secretly has to love it.
We arrive at the smoothie shop and hurry inside to the air conditioned building. Autumns in Las Vegas suck. It’s still hot as fuck outside, and even more humid than in the summer. I hand Ryan a 20 and go to pick out a table while he orders our drinks.
I choose a table by the window that overlooks a small park across the street. If it wasn’t so humid out, I’d suggest to Ryan we go sit on a bench there. Ryan appears at my side and hands me my drink before plopping down in the seat across from me. I take a small sip of my smoothie before sitting it down on the table and looking back out at the park, sympathizing with the poor parents who have been forced to drag their children to play on the swing set and jungle gym in today’s heat.
“We’re gonna have to move faster than next Friday,” Ryan says quietly to avoid letting the elderly lady at the table next to us from overhearing. “We can’t afford to let Pete or Gabe or anyone else figure out why their names are in the book.”
I nod and pick up my drink to take another sip, not saying anything. Ryan follows my gaze out the window and we both watch a small girl in pigtails slide down the red, plastic play scape laughing hysterically.
Ryan sighs and I look to him, cocking my head to the side a little. He simply shrugs taking a drink. “I’m afraid of happy people. They’re chemically imbalanced.”
I laugh slightly and focus back out the window.
“I just wish we didn’t have to rush,” he breathes out. “ So we could plan this out more. But I know once we start, it’s gonna have to go fast, lest we get caught or blamed.”
I know this. He’s acting as if I’m oblivious to all this. As if I could care less to if we were to be blamed or caught. Not exactly like I’m willing or wanting to go to prison. Even being blamed and not having anything happened would not be good. That kind of shit can haunt you forever.
But I knew he was right, we were going to need to be careful. Very, very careful.
Chapter 3