Off he goes

SETH.

The heavy bass music blared through the speakers as I rustled my way inside. My gaze round, it was a Wednesday morning; things weren't so busy, but there were quite a few people in the bar.

My eyes were quick to pick up Jeremy's seat with a couple of other boys chatting loudly. 

Just as though he felt my eyes on him, I pushed my way into the crowd as he waved me over to his booth. 

I sank into the chair, snagging his bottle of alcohol and guzzling the entire content down at once.

“Woah woah…What happened to my proper boy?” Jeremy asked in a high-pitched voice that hinted at sarcasm. I rolled my eyes, pouring myself another glassful, and gulped it again; the stinging sensation in my throat worked its way down my nerves.

“Rough day, man?” Jeremy asked, zipping his eyebrows together, looking genuinely worried. 

“Or does this have to do with your favourite enemy?” He asked, and I smacked him across the head. He wanted to get back in the chair; I wanted to drink, yeah, party, or remain in a dazed drunk situation. Anyway, either is better than expecting some fucked-up  consolation from Jeremy of all people.

“So it is Miguel, uh!” He asked again, not seeming to take a hint to the fucking need to shut up;

“This shit has been going on for too long. He's my friend just as much as you are, and for fuck's sake, the coach warned, if he fucks up, you'd be benched... That  for you is …”

“Everything!”  I mumbled, cutting into his words, Jeremy knew how much the ice meant to me; he knew how much I wanted to be like my father. And he was right,

If I didn't get my shit together early, I'd really end up getting benched, but who could blame me when all I wanted was to smash that bastard's face in a locker. I tried to be caring; it didn't work out well, and I wouldn't try that shit again.

“It's fucked up, man. You've been at each other's throats forever, but you've never missed class.” Jersey asserted again, and all I had given him was a shrug as I took another bottle and drank straight from it. 

Finally he dropped the conversation, drinking and laughing with the others; occasionally they said something funny and I laughed, or asked a question and I responded.

Either way, time went by, and soon it was dark out; we ate and drank, and now my head was buzzing. I was drunk…I was fucking drunk; the last time I drank this much was never.

But I couldn't bring myself to stop; I didn't care; I didn't want to care. I knew I wanted to numb whatever thoughts about Miguel that had been banging across my mind and sanity.

A laughter caused me to tense up as I sat still; I pushed my eyes in the direction it came from, a slight smirk strained over my lips as my eyes lingered in the direction.

It is an embry being loud and funny.

He hadn't noticed me. Good.

He made his way past our booth towards the end of the bar, causing me to twitch in my seat. My lips between my teeth, my fingers digging into my thighs beneath the table.

My anger spiked slowly as I watched him make funny talks;  I had heard him make some dumb joke about Heather, but that hasn't been what had set me off; it was the fact that he said something to his friends about some pushover whose heart he had broken. 

Instantly the image of Miguel's face filled my mind, and a loud grunt escaped my lips.

“What's wrong, buddy? Jeremy asked, nodding in my direction.

“ That fucking bast, i cursed. Jeremy turned stiff  as his eyes trailed after me to meet with that of embry's, 

Before he could say anything, I peeled off my seat and pranced in the direction of the fuckers booth, grabbing him by the collar. 

“You've got balls showing your fade around  like that.”  I said, my voice rising as I spoke, Embry stifled in my grasp, clearing his throat, scared of what I might say around his friends; no bet he'd been hiding his bisexual status from them too.

“And you are? " he asked, tilting his head to the left. That had done it. 

My fist connected with his jaw, earning startling gasps from everyone in the bar, but I hadn't stopped at once.

I threw him over to the floor, my fists hitting his face as I landed more blows and then kicked him in the sides, stomping him in hopes of fucking his ribs.

“You broke him, you piece of shit!” I cursed, driving my hands anywhere and everywhere on his body. Wanting to beat the pain into him.

Wanting to make him understand how much pain Miguel had felt. Thinking back into it drove a bolt through my anger as I yanked him by the hair, slamming it once and twice against the floor. 

“He fucking cried, you hurt him, and I'll fucking murder you.” I cursed knowing at this moment I wanted the bastard dead.

Blood spilled all over, loud yells telling me to get off him, fuck it. I worked out hard… Pulling me off the bastard writhing beneath my laps wouldn't be easy.

His nose was broken, lips bruised, his teeth knocked out, and whatever was broken, a skull pedal, or his head bashed, I didn't care, but little pools formed behind his neck.

“Fuck man!I said, Get off him!” Jeremy snapped, yanking me away, finally causing a wave of relief to wash over me as I settled back into reality,

My eyes lingered over that of Embrys whose was now partly open, his breaths dragged with pain, teeth knocked out as he laid a bloody mess,

My gaze flinched back towards Jeremy, whose eyes were as wide as saucers, shock evident on his face

“Get out! Or I'll call the fucking cops! Do not ever come back! “ The owner of the bar ordered staying an arm's length away from me as he spoke.

I flipped him the middle finger before smiling back at Embry, and I was partly satisfied, although not completely.

I moved in the direction of the door and then froze. Miguel stood, face twisted, a look I couldn't name indented on his face as he stood... just staring.

I pushed my way past him, ignoring whatever it was that hovered around my head to say, biting on my lip and holding back the groans. 

I heard the shuffling of footsteps behind me as I headed straight for the parking lot, in the direction of the woods; I felt a hand yank at mine, stopping me to a halt.

“Don't touch me!” I snapped seeing it was Miguel as I ripped my hands off him, shoving him towards a side, sticking back towards my feets. 

“Did you hit him because of me?” Miguel asked  and I turned, faced him, a few inches between us in the vast space of the parking lot.

“Did I?” I asked, running my tongue over my lips, fighting off the loud buzz in my head at the moment. 

“I didn't ask you to.” He was so furious, my heart stopped beating, and pain squeezed my voice into my chest. 

“I told you not to meddle in my business. I may be gay, but I'm not weak. I can take care of myself, so stop fucking meddling,” he snapped again.

Something had snapped within me hearing him speak those words.

He wasn't weak? hell! He could protect himself? Hell no!. All it had taken were a few words before he had broken down that night and sobbed the hardest I had ever seen him.

“Fuck no… fuck off! Don't touch me!” I snapped, shoving him to a side as he pushed closer to me. 

 “You don't need saving! I'm the one who needs it for fucking obsessing over you, Miguel!” I screamed, pushing away from him 

“You are drunk! Where are you going?” Miguel asked, rushing over to me; he held my arms in his, and I turned him over, pushing his back against a car, pressing my weight on him with my arm wrapped around his throat.

“Don't fucking touch me, Miguel… You see what I did to Embry? You'd be next.” I threatened locking our gazes.

“You won't hurt me.” Miguel retorted, intentional in his words, as his warm breath fanned against my skin, causing my dick to twitch in my pants. 

“I won't?...you seem to forget how I had your face bashed into ice just a week ago, “ I corrected as he bucked his hips, adjusting beneath me. 

“You won't hurt me…at least not like that…”

Heat flushed through my cheeks. I thought of other dirty things. Nasty ways I could fucking hurt him, and that pumped blood into my cock, which pressed on him.

A whimper escaped Miguel's lips as I leaned forward, grinding into him… I froze, feeling his own erection through our pants. 

For a moment we froze, eyes locked into each other as my lips met his. Clashing furiously, all teeth and desperation. Her fingers raked into my hair as I pressed us tighter, grinding harder.

“Fuck,” he said, biting my lip as his arms folded against my torso. 

I pulled away from him, both of us panting heavily in a struggle to catch our breaths.Subconsciously, I ran my tongue over my lips as I glided my gaze over to his hardened dick pressing against the fitted pants he wore and then back to his eyes.

“I'm straight, miguel… I can't.” I spoke, knowing each word felt like a lie the more I told myself lately, 

He just stood and slowly nodded before turning on his feet. 

“Mig!” I called out to him; he pressed his lips together. His fingers are fiddling with the hem of his dress.

“I'll stay away from you…Please do the same… Whatever we've been doing, it's dangerous; it never should have happened. I'm sorry about Embry; I was drunk and shit, but at least let's get on well… the coach, he'd be pissed if we fought.” I asked. Stringing out each word.

I knew I was greedy and selfish; I couldn't be anything with him. I wanted him so badly that my cock was tenting a pitch in my pants even as I spoke. 

But I wasn't  gay; I just...

“You beat up my ex, you kiss me, and tell me to fuck off, Seth…” He stopped, said nothing else, and turned away.

My feet remained hooked against the floor as Jeremy's voice had drawn closer to me.

“in there just now,  what the fuck was that about? I had to pay a lot of medical bills and cover for some shit you broke!” Jeremy snapped. Standing by my side as I clenched my fists.

“Nothing…it's nothing.” I responded between gritted teeths. My eyes still locked in the direction Miguel had gone off in, I knew my response was a lie.

It was everything; I was falling for a man I swore to hate.