Fun, lost in blanks

                                                      CHAPTER FOUR:

                                                  |Fun, lost in blanks|

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Adrian's eyes sprinted wide upon realising a strange heat kissing his right shoulder, and the same warmth was wrapped about the very exact arm. He sprung up in fear to confirm if a huge rat had taken solace next to him like it did once. Luckily this time, it wasn't a rat, but something he found more disgusting -someone.

He had spent the night with the ginger hugging his arm tightly into her bosom, who seemingly was lost to the bliss only sleep could afford. 

I thought there was no peace for the evil ones?

He could not remember leaving Devon's party with anything extra... He couldn't even recollect the memories of leaving there in the first place. So, he uncovered the sheets, to be sure, before acting out in any crazy way.

Madelyn fucking Greg?!

Now the real crazy was about to begin.

She had been buried under the sheets, while tightly holding his arm.

Yanking his from the cuffs formed from her arm, and then jumping out of the bed, forced her eyes open.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?"

He completely pulled away the sheets that covered most of her, revealing the bra and panties she only had on, and stood beside like a mountain, aspiring a response he was wishing hard not to hear.

"Ad-Adrian?" She stuttered a question, while yawning and rubbing away her blur's encampment in her eyes.

"You tell me, what are you doing in my — Ohhh!" Reality had struck, and she knew exactly what it was.

"Oh... I really enjoyed last night you know!"

It changed.... She changed... Her atmosphere changed, and she brought forth a smile, which almost drew Adrian to the brink of exploding in rage, and a sickening sensation that was equally forcing him to kneel and throw a large green chunk up.

"Get out!"

Those were all the words he could find at the moment.

Right after Madelyn groped her shoes seconds after she'd disappeared into her strapless crop top and a skinny jean, and exited his apartment, a quick jabbing pain ran from one side of his head to the other.

His head winced, and a hiss escaped his lips, as a show of the pain that now stabbed most parts of his head. Bending in whatever position appealed a quite impossible task, but he still longed to returned into the warm cover, and smuggle his pillow, but he surprisingly had more surprising things to do.

"First Aspirin, then...then, school!" 

He dreadfully added.

After minutes of flinching to traffic lights and the sun, throbbing head, weak legs and the resurfacing urges to creep under a huge blanket and sleep, he finally made it to the least places he should be at this very point in time.

Rigdewood

effing High.

Chlorine lingered in the air, and red sleek lockers, stood in array on both sides of the hallway, with it's regular influx of student littered about by it front, or rushing down and up the aisle to meet up with some commitment.

Adrian banged his shut, after stuffing in an extra emergency sweatshirt, and then began his lonesome journey before the bell meets him. He got riled up -excited even- when he spotted someone familiar, and hurried his steps to catch up.

"Yo -"

Aaron, in his shaggy glory, surprisingly stood out.

He tried greeting Adrian when he saw him approach, but he had misread the his interest in him that morning.

"What happened to me?" Adrian went straight at it. "How did I wake up to find the whore of this dump of a highschool on my bed?" Adrian pushed his back against the locker, and rushed closer in. "I do not remember much, but I certainly remember your clingy presence all night."

Clingy crept it's cold claw into Evan's head, and it stung.

"The smile on your face last night showed you were having fun!"

Aaron tried easing the tension with a tease.

"Fun?" Adrian narrowed his eyes. "Don't dare mess with me. What the fuck happened last night?" He bellowed, enraged.

"You were drunk!" he screamed back in fright, then calmed and pressed forward. "You passed out and Mad-Madelyn offered to take you home."

Taken afloat in the same seriousness streaming from the almost violent teenager interrogating him, his response had to follow suit.

"And you let her?"

"I don't know you, you don't know me, why I'm I to oppose in any way!?"

He wished he hadn't said that.

"Fuck!"

Evan had his shoulder heaved, to shield his face from the raw punch Adrian just shot. It missed him. The locker folded inward, upon impact with Adrian's fist. Adrian purposefully missed; venting out his anger on the metal before him seemed better than the misfortunate boy who got entangled in his mess.

"Fuck it! It's cool now!" 

Adrian added, sighed, and smiled.

"Uh?"

Aaron questioned.

"It's fine."

He kept smiling, which made Aaron somewhat insecure.

With his jetting nerves quenched, Adrian let out his caged mused up breath, then unleashed his fist and spread them over the stinging cold locker surface, brought his face closer to Aaron's, placed his other hand a bit above his head, and drew in his face closer.

Aaron felt his heart leap, bracing against the walls of his throat, with pounding threats to rupture. What is he about to do? Scurried about in his mind. He could also feel Adrian's, slowly calming with his breath.

"You know what," Adrian's eyes pierced his, settling the tanks of ice down the line of his back. "kindly stay the fuck away from me. I honestly do appreciate last night... The bit I remember of it, but I have set boundaries. Don't try to intrude!"

He stumbled away, leaving awe-filled Aaron to feed upon the remains of his back.

_____

It was chemistry. Not the entanglement, the subject. And it was the last one for the day.

Adrian was with his usual lab partner: Yvette.

"So its true.... That you had it last night with Madelyn?"

Yve smirked, and tried teasing.

"I was drunk." Adrian defended half minded, while battling with what looked like a burette, or a pipette – He wasn't entirely sure which it was.

"Yeah.... I forgot, you're a lousy drunk."

She laughed a bit, then continued.

"Remember junior prom? Just two sips of the punch, and your shirts were in your hands and you were screaming and cursing at the principal... Fuckin' hilarious."

"Who fault was it then?" He pulled his head up from the burette and pipette, raised a brow first, then continued. "Not mine! And besides, who get drunk on punch? It's either you're making this shit up, or the punch was drugged, and I was truly drunk. Besides, If you'd showed up last night I wouldn't have had a night stand with a hoe." He shrugged, then returned to his experiment.

"You were the only drunk one there who drank only the punch, so there's no evidence that it was laced with alcohol."

"Then you're making it up."

"There are clips of the scene, raw evidence."

Adrian only scoffed a reply. "Beside, who was that boy, the one you almost ripped out his throat this morning?"

He straightened his spine, before replying.

"Don't know, just some guy at the party.

He turned to her direction.

"What's that smile...smirk for?

"Nothing, I'm happy that you're getting out there, and broadening your circle of friends."

"Kill it." He referred to the smirk brightening of Yve's face. "None else matters in my circle of me. One is a crowd," He gave her the 'you know what I mean' look "and two is a party I'd rather get hit by a truck than be part of."

"What about a threesome?"

She winked and giggled.

Adrian growled, and facepalmed.

"Hey Adrian!"

Mad Greg poofed up in front of him

He wanted to ignore her, but he had to set straight the horny stalker.

"Madd!" She turned to him, swelled with heated cheeks that he said her name out loud "We are nothing. Don't go around spreading false shit about us, or I swear I will break your bones."

"But you were so tender last night, your warm skin pressed against mine was urghhh."

The light brown ring of her eyes sunk into her upper lid, leaving the whites in view, upon the last throat breed word, expressively ruling out her desire of the night before.

"Call me sugar next time okay? I don't like dirty talks."

She taunted, and turned to Adrian's partner

"Hi Yve!"

She smiled, twinkled hi with her fingers.

"Hi!"

Now turning her attention to Maddy, she mailed back another smile as fake as fuck, in cahoots with Maddy's.

"Lucky bitch,"

Laura referenced Maddy kinky request immediately she walked away. Her voice was lost in between her teeth, as she jealously rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me?"

He was taken by the the unexpected retort of Yve's expression.

"She's lucky! Devon doesn't talk dirty,"

She had a stubborn lower lip pout smeared across her lips, while carefully avoiding Adrian's judging gaze.

"He's not the nicest at the heart, but he can get overly sensitive sometimes."

She brought her eyes to meet his completely uninterested look which begged to end the conversations. 

"Some girls do like being treated like a -"

"Like a bitch?"

He stole the rest of her words, while statue-ing a brow firmly above the other.

She snickered.

"Loosen up a bit Aid, even my granny doesn't get this serious."

"Sarcasm!" he defended. "I was simply throwing off a sarcastic shade."

"You? Joke?" Her laugh looked stifled. 

"This blonde nerd must have knitted life in you."

She launched forth her laughs.

He simply scoffed, and immediately the thoughts of the incidence few hours back dragged into his head. He felt stupid for acting out publicly. Shitty even –anything but remorse.

"Whatcha love birds talking about?"

Devon popped behind them like an actual ghost on Halloween.

"The fuck!"

Like a scared cat, Adrian's skin crawled, and his hair went static. Of course, he didn't make it it noticeable.

"When - how did he get here?"

He watched Devon flip to their front, dragged a stool closer, and dropped on it. He had his hands under his chin, and this go-on-I'm-listening smile stretched on his face.

"Don't scare me like that Devon!"

Yve punched his arm.

"I thought you loved surprises?"

Devon giggled slowly.

Her first try at a response, was to issue another punch, which Devon dodged.

"I never said you should be a devil about it."

She rolled her eyes.

It took Devon some time before he could navigate to Adrian's direction. He eventually did.

"Hey man!"

"Hey!"

Adrian responded, leaving behind all form of interest, and as well, ignored the shake Devon offered.

"So," Devon turned to Yvette. "The game? You don't plan bailing now... Right?"

"Urgh! Do I have a choice?"

She dropped her head on the table, clearly frustrated.

"Nope!" Devon sharply responded, and turned to meet more misfortune by Adrian.

"You joining us, man?"

He asked.

Before receiving a reply, instantly, Yvette sprawled up as though her sniped shot missed it's mark. She gestured at Devon to draw in a closer, as she reached out to his ear, and whispered. 

"He's socially bankrupt,"

"The legendary Adrian McCleron?"

He pulled away in shock. Adrian noticed the tension, but preferred not too pry into whatever kinks they were planning.

"I plan on ditching him at the game," She continued, as he plan was to lure Adrian into a social circle.

"So he's basically in your care afterwards." She ended, and sealed the deal with a kiss on his cheek.

"Wai-what!?" 

He pulled her face back in, and went for her ears. "I can't, we do not even talk,"

Adrian's ear caught upon the slightly higher pitch on the last word, and this time he turned to them to let them know that he could hear it too. Devon dialed down his tone, paving way for Yve to sink deeper into his ear, whispering. His face immediately lit up, bubbling excitement reeked on him. 

"Okay. Fine!"

This time his voice wasn't subtle.

Yvette peeled away, and looked at Adrian.

"Shall we?"

Adrian's response stood atop the brow he arched. She got the hint, and let out a frustrated sigh before replying. 

"The gym... Basketball? Remember?"

"I do not see how that concerns me."

He deadpanned.

"No questions, you're coming!"

She sprung up from the seat, and immediately the bell came along, ending the class. It looked time, but she accredited it to her raw instinct.

They exited the class, and made their way to the gym.

"You play?" 

Devon asked.

It was a direct question, aimed at him. When he noticed, he responded almost instantaneously. 

"I did once, not anymore."

"What made you stop?"

He asked again.

Why did I stop? Jessie was why. 

They both bonded over basketball, Adrian and Jessie. He was his hero on the court, and a role model Adrian looked up to even off the court. "We're all we've got lil Jay," 'Lil Jay: short for little Jordan ', Jessie called him that, because of his admiration Michael B. Jordan. "Mom ain't here, Dad is... You know, so we dudes gotta stick together." 

"Together for life!" They both echoed, and shot right into a session of stomach hurting laughter.

Jessie's words dripped into his mind, and he felt the memories he fought to keep caged, flow unpoliced.

But like he did before, Jessie left. Again. Without a word, not even goodbye, or some excuse to disappear like his regular "got a client upstate, wanna meet him to discuss a deal, be back by midnight. Don't stay up for me, I'd be late." And with that, it'd be another six months before he shows up with a new game console, and a packet of sweets, having those already clichéd apologetic smile plastered on his face.

What could Adrian do, he was his elder brother, so it was automatically apology accepted. Once he left without a notice, and popped back up three months after, this time no excuse, no smile of apology, and no treat, just bruises, cuts, and diarrhea.

But this time was different. Three months had gone by with no sign of his big bro, six, nine, eleven, thirteen, seventeen, and he had lost all traces of Jessie. He could be in jail for all he knew.

Basketball was the first thing Adrian had detached from, as it was a constant reminder of the loving brother who promised to never leave his side, his ride or die bitch.

"I got bored of the game, and had to quit."

He finally responded.

Devon's lip drooped to that reply. He could not believe that anybody could play the almighty basketball, and get bored.

"I'll just have to reinstall that fun part of basketball into you," He smiled. "Even though it means I'll have to do it by force."

Adrian facepalmed in his mind, as he looked at Devon's face which held on to a glimmering smile: peaceful and kind, and territories that spelled "trouble" in his head. 

He scoffed Innardly, and kept pushing his feet forward.