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(09)
Randy snuggled against the soft pillow, burying his face in it and inhaling the all too familiar scent of fresh leather and spice, which was Dave's. Randy's lips twitched, curling slightly in a soft smile. He cracked open his eyes, only to shut them immediately as a bright light flashed across his eyes. He groaned, opening his eyes again and squinted them, blinking so the blur would go away. He propped himself up on his elbows, fixing his gaze on the blonde who was grinning from ear to ear, holding out a camera.
"Say cheese," he sang, clicking the button on the camera, taking a photo.
Randy groaned again and let his back hit the bed again. "Get out, Adam."
Adam rolled his eyes, snorting. As if he would take orders from his master's bitch. He licked his lips, his hazel eyes roaming over the half naked beauty that was lying in the bed, white sheets tangled around his body. One day…. He grinned, snapping a shot of Randy again.
"I said get out," Randy dragged himself out of the bed, self-conscious and gripping the sheets around his body to cover up his nakedness.
"Bitch! Shut up and let me do my work!" Adam glared, adjusting the device's zoom option. Why did he need all those photos though?
Randy glared back at Adam. He didn't like his patience being tested in the early morning. He took the TV remote on the nightstand and threw it at Adam, the remote hitting Adam on his chest. "Get the fuck out!" he pointed at the door, his eyes red from anger.
"You…" Adam gritted his teeth, his free hand clenching to a fist and trembling with rage. He took a step towards Randy, who backed down immediately, clenching the sheets around his waist. Adam wouldn't try anything in Dave's own room would he? Randy mentally slapped himself for thinking that. Last time, that didn't matter.
"Is there a problem here?" the new voice made both men snap their heads to it. Brock was standing at the doorway, blocking it by his large frame. His glower mainly fixed upon Adam, who mirrored his expression. Cousin or not of Dave's, the kid was getting on Adam's nerves. He was trying to replace himself on Adam's position in the clan. Never gonna happen.
Brock's jaws clenched, as he took in the scene in front of him. Adam, the master of whores, was in the same room as Randy was, staring at Randy, his cousin's lover with a hungry look on his face. It may not have bothered him before, but now it did. He didn't care about Randy, more like he wasn't allowed, because Randy will never be his. But that didn't mean he would let some back-biting son of a bitch hurt him. "Dave is looking for you," he snapped at Adam, narrowing his cold grey eyes.
Adam hesitated, debating in his mind whether to leave or not, but then he gave a stiff nod toward Brock, storming out of the room. He shouldered past Brock, almost as if provoking the larger man to hit him. Brock knew perfectly what the gesture meant but he kept his ground. When Adam was out of the sight, he turned his head to look at Randy. Randy was leaning against the wall, sheets wrapped around his waist. Brock's eyes landed on Randy's bare stomach which was sporting a small bump. "He's looking for you too. Get dressed and come down."
Randy watched in doubt as Brock left him alone. The man has certainly changed since the first he saw him. Though, the look he sent to Randy's baby bump made him shiver with dread. Closing the bedroom door and locking it from inside, Randy unwrapped the sheets around his waist, letting them fall to the floor along with his boxers. He entered the attached bathroom, turning on the shower and turning the meter so hot water came through the shower head. He sighed as the water hit his body, the droplets massaging the stress away from his body.
He didn't know how much time passed until he remembered what Brock said. Hastily getting out of the shower he quickly dressed up after drying his body. Running a hand through his damp, short brown hair, he took one look at the mirror and hurried downstairs. He hesitated on the doorway, seeing new faces he didn't recognize, along with Brock, Adam, Jason and Dave. Dave was the one who spotted Randy first. He motioned to him with his fingers and that's when Randy entered the kitchen, his eyes on the floor as he walked to Dave.
Dave wrapped an arm around Randy's waist, pulling him against his body and placing a quick kiss on Randy's lips. Randy flushed, not because of the kiss but because of having to do that in front of the whole crowd. From the corners of his eyes he saw Adam glaring at both Dave and Randy. Randy ignored it, and then looked up at Dave, as he felt Dave's chest rumbling with chuckles.
"Brown looks good on you," his brown eyes warmed up as he said it in a low voice, so only Randy could hear it. Giving a look of confusion, Randy looked at his clothes. The last time he remembered, he was wearing the white sweater he wore while arriving to the house last night. His eyes widened as he noticed that he was wearing Dave's dark brown Affliction shirt, the one that had a snake coiled around a red rose. In the hurry, he had worn Dave's shirt. It was too big for him, sleeves hanging off his hands. Shrugging, Randy smiled at Dave. Dave returned the smile, holding Randy's hand and intertwining their fingers. Then he looked at his crew, his face instantly hardening, a rough look etched on to his face. "I'll be back."
He gently pushed Randy to walk in front of him, following behind. Just as they were about to leave the kitchen, Brock stopped them.
"Boss," he called, his eyes glued to his phone's screen. "Farrelly is throwing a party tonight," then his eyes fixed on Randy's, as if scanning for some reaction. Randy struggled to keep his face straight, for the first time in hours remembering Stephen.
Dave glanced at Randy, but spoke to Brock. "Go to it. And keep an eye on Farrelly. I don't like that kid."
Randy shifted uncomfortably, when Dave's grip on his hand tightened. He averted his gaze to his feet, suddenly finding the design on his Nike shoes interesting. He knew that Dave and Stephen didn't get along at all, and he didn't have a chance at saying anything at it. As if any of them would care what Randy had to say about them? "Let's go."
Dave led Randy outside the door, gesturing towards his black SUV.
"Dave," Randy stopped him, halting his walk. "I have school. I'll take my car."
Dave inspected Randy's face, reluctantly nodding after a second. "You sure you'll be okay?" he asked, placing a hand on Randy's abdomen. Randy gave a nod, squeezing Dave's hand gently before pecking his lips and getting into his own car. He gave one last wave from his hand and revved up the engine, pulling to the driveway and driving off.
He wondered if Stephen was awake, but after he saw what time it was, he guessed probably not, because Stephen was a heavy sleeper. When Randy arrived to Stephen's house, it was silent. The whole house was held in an eerie silence. For a moment Randy dreaded that something has gone wrong, but then he quickly shrugged it off. He crossed the front porch, opening the front door with a creek. He crept inside the house, tip toeing towards the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Randy jumped a foot in the air, spinning around to face the one who talked. Taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart, he glared at Stephen who was leaning against the kitchen door frame with his arms crossed, wearing nothing but boxers. Randy looked away, before his pervy eyes roamed down Stephen's well built body.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to scare me like that?"
Stephen grinned widely at the flushed Randy, who looked uncomfortable standing a few feet away from his almost nude body. He leaned away from the door frame, stepping towards Randy. Then his eyes landed on the hickey on Randy's neck, and on the shirt he was wearing. He didn't know who the shirt belonged to, but he had a wild guess. All the emotions he had in his mind were replaced by anger. "I thought you said you'd be back before midnight?"
"I…" Randy hesitated, remembering the promise he had made to Stephen. He gulped, as he had clearly forgotten to call him and tell that he won't be until this morning. "I had to stay the night."
"So you could have a late night fuck?" Stephen's words were empty, hollow, but sharp as blades. Randy's eyes snapped to meet Stephen's green orbs, which had turned to a darker shade, almost emerald.
"What? I didn't fu-"
"Oh, please," Stephen waved him off and gestured towards Randy's body. "Don't even explain. I understand."
Randy blinked, his eyes swelling with tears. "I didn't have se-"
"I told you, I don't want an explanation. Now, if you kindly move out of my way, I have to get dressed for school." he pushed past Randy, not even sparing a glance at Randy. Randy sighed, angrily brushing away a tear that fell of his eyes. After all, Stephen had no right to question about his personal life. Randy knew that he didn't have sex- he wasn't in a condition to sleep around – and that's what mattered. Fuck what others think.
XXXXX
"What the hell is wrong with your boyfriend?" John took his place next to Randy and Jeff, slinging an arm around Randy's shoulders and glaring at Stephen, who was warming up in the football field, getting ready for the first game of the season. Stephen had rudely flipped John off when he had greeted him luck, for what reason, no one knew.
"Who cares what's wrong with him?" Randy snapped, crossing his arms above his chest. "And he's not my boyfriend. I have a better taste at things."
"Whoa," Jeff eyed Randy up and down warily. "I think they both have problems," he gave a warning look to John, craning his neck behind Randy's back so Randy wouldn't see him. But Randy did of course, but thankfully he didn't comment on it. He was still fumed up about what happened in the morning, and he certainly wasn't happy to sit around and waste his time on a stupid game he didn't even wanted to watch in the first place. He sent daggers from his eyes to Stephen, seeing him bump his fists with Nick Nemeth, the quarterback of the Home team. As if sensed, Stephen's eyes found Randy and he returned a look of his own to Randy.
When Randy stuck his chin up in the air and ignored him, Stephen shook his head, trying to clear his head. He had to keep his head in the game for tonight so the Wolves can win against the Wildcats, or Coach will bite his head off. However, his mind kept on flashing him the photos in Randy's phone and the love bite which Randy had on the side of his neck this morning, making him easily distracted. He shook his head again, making his way across the field and lining up next to Brock, as the game was supposed to be starting in five minutes.
"You know, Steph en wouldn't talk to him the whole day," Jeff continued, "and he ignored me whenever I brought up something about Randy."
"You think they had a fight?" John questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Hello," Randy gave a sickly sweet smile. "I'm right here sitting between you two dickheads."
"But why would they be mad at us, though? We didn't do anything!" Jeff exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Maybe it's the pregnancy thing," John suggested, tapping his chin in thought.
"Hah," Jeff rolled his eyes, waving John off. "Then what about Stephen? You think he's pregnant too?"
John laughed out loud, his chest rumbling with chuckles. "Maybe. He's glowing like a star."
"Would you two dumbshits shut up and let me watch the game?!" Randy face palmed, obviously irritated with his companions.
"I thought you didn't want to watch the game?" Jeff gave an amused look to Randy, whose face was red with frustration. Was mood swings this severe? God, he would never want to get pregnant!
"You wouldn't let me go home and get a good night sleep, so at least let me watch this stupid game," Randy pointed out, the words coming out slow and clearly.
"Hey!" John smacked the back of Randy's head, offended that he called his favorite game stupid. Randy balled his fist, hitting on John's chest as hard as he can, making the larger man double over in his seat, out of breath.
"Jesus Christ!" Jeff slightly moved away from Randy, staring at him with wide eyes. "Calm down, dude."
Randy crossed his arms above his chest again, huffing and turning his eyes to the field. But he couldn't help glance at John from the corners of his eyes, to see if the man was okay. After all, he was his best friend. Then he gasped, holding his stomach in pain. Despite what happened earlier, Jeff and John both took a hold of Randy, worrying their asses off.
"Hey," John started to get up, wrapping his arms around Randy to lift him up. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Randy gasped out, gently pushing John's hands away from his body. "She just kicked me… that am all."
"Are you sure?" Jeff asked doubtfully, his eyes searching for Stephen in the field. The game had started in the middle of all this.
"Yeah," Randy inhaled and exhaled deeply, his eyes wide as the baby kicked one more time. He had even forgotten to take the prescriptions in the morning, and he had been feeling not well the whole day. Add up The-Stephen-Situation to all of it and he was close to a sick person. He gripped John's hand as another wave of pain went through his body.
"Maybe we should go to the hospital, Randy. See if you're real-"John started, but Randy cut him off. The people around them had turned their heads to the trio's direction, shifting in their seats and craning their heads to get a better look at what's going on.
"I said I'm fine," Randy gritted his teeth, forcing down a painful groan in his throat. From now on, he will never forget to take the prescriptions daily. "Sit down both of you."
The other two obeyed reluctantly, taking their seats and keeping a close eye on Randy. Ever the worried best friend, John had to add, "Just tell if you want to leave okay?"
Randy wanted to say 'right now' but he realized that he would ruin both Jeff and John's night by saying that. So he squeezed John's hand in approval, keeping his mouth shut. He slipped a hand under his shirt, resting it on his abdomen and rubbing their slowly, to ease the pain. Biting his lip at the dulling pain he continued massaging. His eyes blurred, but he blinked, trying to keep his gaze on Stephen who was just shoved by a bulky kid from the other team. He snickered when the referee flashed the boy red card, his pain momentarily forgotten as his eyes found Stephen, who was holding his knee and rolling on the floor.
"Is he okay?" he didn't realize that he had said it out loud, until Jeff answered for him.
"Just a scratch," Jeff assured, patting Randy's back soothingly. "Look, he's getting up!"
Like he said, Stephen got up, flexing his leg as if to check if it wasn't broken. Then he took slow steps, which turned to a jog. He gave a thumb up to the spectators, earning a loud roar from them. Randy sighed in relief, and then noticed that his pain had disappeared, yet again, it was the second time of the day that his baby has kicked. He didn't know if he should be worried or not. Just to make sure, he took out his phone to call the doctor.
"Goal!" He was momentarily distracted by John's shout and Jeff's laughs. He watched as Stephen was captured to a bear hug by Brock. Home had managed to score the first goal against the Guests. He smiled, looking at his phone screen. As soon as his eyes landed on the notifications bar, the call he was going to make was forgotten. In his inbox, was a message from an unknown number? He tapped on it with trembling fingers, wondering who it was, since he had already saved Dave's number to his phone.
Parking lot. 8.30
Randy furrowed his brows in confusion. The message had been sent a few minutes ago, so it certainly wasn't Brock. Neither was Dave. He wondered whether he should go or not. Then the phone beeped.
Copeland.
The first thought that came to his mind was to delete the messages and pretend like he never saw them. But it could be something important, maybe it's about Dave. Dave was likely to send Adam for his work. But also, this was Adam Copeland. Randy couldn't risk going to meet him alone, nor could he take either of his friends with him. Especially not John, because Randy hadn't told John about getting back with Dave.
"Are you really okay?" John placed a hand on Randy's shoulder, noticing the pregnant man's obvious silence.
"Yes," Randy snapped out of his trance and nodded at John, who looked like he didn't buy it. Then his eyes fell on the light blue phone screen. His breath hitched as he snatched the phone from Randy's hand, before Randy realized what was happening.
"Copeland?" John hissed, lowering his voice so only Randy could hear him. "Adam Copeland?!"
Randy gulped and looked away.
"Why is he in contact with you?" John asked, squeezing the hand on his shoulder when he was met with silence. "Answer me. Are you seeing him?"
"God, no," Randy immediately denied, as it was the truth. "I just… I just..."
"Then why is he-"
"I'm back with Dave, John," Randy said quietly, fiddling his fingers on his lap. "I'm with him again."
"What?!" John all but screamed, drawing people's attention, including Jeff's. Then he excused himself, dragging Randy up with him and leaving their seats, heading outside leaving a confused Jeff behind. John took an unwilling Randy out of the school into the parking lot. But what he didn't see was the previous message on Randy's phone, which said that Adam would be there by 8.30. Oblivious to his surroundings, John pushed Randy against an SUV, ignoring the small groan that left his friend's lips. "Are you insane?"
"John," Randy panted, holding out his hands. "He's my baby's father. I can't just-"
"Have you forgotten what he's done to you?!" John shouted, throwing his hands wildly in the air. "He fucking tried to kill you!"
"He's changed," Randy said weakly, averting his gaze to the floor.
"He's changed my ass! He's just using you," John grabbed Randy's shoulders, shaking them. "You'll do much better without him!"
"Are you crazy?!" Randy shoved John away. "He has a right to this baby!"
John ran a hand through his short brown hair, frustrated as hell with Randy. "Just… just leave him. You know you don't want him."
Randy held his head in his hand, sliding down against the body of the SUV and falling to a sitting position on the floor. "He's the one who found me, John…. He never breaks his promises…" a sob escaped from his lips and he clasped a hand over his mouth to muffle it, but it was too late. John crouched down beside Randy, cupping his cheeks.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," he said, brushing away a tear that flowed down Randy's cerulean eyes. "I wasn't thinking right. I was just looking out for you."
"I know," Randy's voice cracked at the end as another sob erupted. He buried his face against John's neck.
"I'm scared for you, Randy," John rubbed his back soothingly, holding Randy against his chest lightly. "I don't want something happening to you like the last time."
Randy just nodded, sniffing silently as he pulled away from John. They just sat beside each other for a while, keeping the silence and revolving in each other's presence comfortably. A loud cheering sound of thousands of people broke their moment. Randy looked at John and saw that his friend's face was lightened up with anticipation.
"You can go," Randy pushed him playfully, urging John to go.
"What about you?" John asked, frowning.
"I'll be there in a minute. I just need a minute," Randy said, resting his head against the body of the vehicle, closing his eyes.
"You sure?" John asked again, but quickly shut his mouth up and got up, as Randy openly glared at him. "I'm going, I'm going…. Jeez," John held his hands up defensively, hastily walking into the school again.
Randy closed his eyes again, a smile stretching his lips at his friend's worry. John was simply the best friend that anyone could ask for. Then his mind wandered back to Stephen. He would wait till Stephen apologizes to him. Until then, he would keep his silence, though it seemed a hard thing to do even in thinking. He amused at how attached he had gotten to this stranger since the first time he saw him. This hot-headed, good looking stud was an attraction that Randy certainly didn't need. Loud clapping sound echoed in the empty parking lot. Randy's eyes shot open, his heart starting to hammer in his chest. He had almost forgotten….
"It seems like our Boss' beloved is going at it behind his back," Adam grinned like a maniac, appearing from behind a minivan. "What will he do if I say this to him?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Randy slowly got up from the ground with the help of the SUV, glowering at Adam.
"Oh, don't be modest," Adam placed a hand on his chest, blinking innocently. "You're fucking that guy don't you? All the while playing with that ginger head and Batista too."
What is it with people labeling him as a slut lately? "I'm not! I'm not a whore like you, Copeland."
Adam closed the distance between the, a hand shooting up and gripping Randy's jaws tightly, loving the pained whimper the younger man gave. "Call me that again, slut, and it will be the last word you will utter from your filthy mouth for a while."
Randy dug his nails on Adam's wrist, making the blonde curse and releases him. He rubbed his abused jaw, realizing that he was trapped between Adam and the SUV. Why did he always find himself in troublesome situations like this? "What do you want?"
"Well baby, if you're really giving me what I want, I'd say it," Adam raked his hazel eyes over Randy's body and licked his lips, delightful to see Randy shivering under his hungry gaze.
"You know what I meant," Randy hissed, folding his arms above his chest as if to cover himself up. Though he was fully clothed, he felt naked under Adam's eyes. "You can't stay here much longer. The game is over."
Adam snorted, unhooking the bag that was hanging off his shoulder and throwing it at Randy. "Your shirt. Dave told me to deliver it. As if I'm some fucking delivery boy," he muttered the last part, but Randy clearly heard it. What Randy couldn't understand was how blind Dave was of Adam's true colors. The blonde was an expert at wrapping people around his fingers and get work done by them. Randy walked over to his car, unlocking it on the way. He opened the door, tossing the bag to the backseat before closing it again. Before he could turn around, Adam shoved him against the car, his bump painfully hitting the body of his car. He cried out in pain, knees weakening under the pain that was shooting though his lower abdomen.
"You know what," Adam hissed dangerously, his breath fanning against Randy ear as his arms snaked around the younger man's waist. "I'm beginning to get tired of your teasing."
"What?" Randy weakly cried out, his legs trembling to hold on standing.
"Oh you know," Adam sang. "The way you move your hips… the way you sway your ass…. I'm beginning to get tired of all those little things," one of his hands travelled to Randy's abdomen, but didn't stop there, and went lower. Just as the hand stopped above his clothed crotch, Randy jerked violently.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" Randy shouted, pushing back against Adam, and then jerking away again, horrified, as he felt Adam's bulge pressed against his ass. "You freak!"
Adam growled, spinning Randy around so he was facing him and crashed their lips together. Randy struggled, punching Adam's chest, but the blows did nothing, as his mind was clouded with the pain that was waving off his abdomen. Adam pinned his shoulders, pressing his body against Randy's, while ravaging Randy's mouth. He felt an unusual thrill as the younger man thrashed under his body, begging for his mercy. Then he cringed away from Randy, holding his goring. The bitch had kicked him in the shin.
Randy hesitated a second before breaking off to a sprint. He didn't stop until he was at the gates to the football field. He let his body fall to a nearby seat, panting his life off. He hugged himself, calming his breath and trying to ignore the pain. Then he searched for either of his friends. He found Stephen, who was swarmed by the crowd. Biting his lip and forcing down a painful groan he slowly made his way to the crowd, deciding to wait patiently till his turn comes. Through the heavy crowd, Stephen's oak leaf colored eyes found his cerulean orbs. The hope he had immediately subsided, as Stephen's eyes clouded with anger.
"Get out of my way!" someone pushed Randy away, and he stumbled on his steps, nearly landing on the floor. He looked at Mitchell, who was trying to get past the crowd.
"Watch what you say, whore," unable to contain the anger and it mixing with the pain he was suffering from Randy yelled. Normally, he was never the one to insult women. But right now he had to.
"Let her in," Stephen's deep voice was loud and clear through the cheers. People around him stopped shouting for a moment, all eyes on Mitchell, Randy and Stephen. Mitchell shouldered past everyone, walking towards Stephen and wrapping her arms around his neck. Stephen pulled her ion a bruising kiss, nearly eating her face off in the middle of the whole school. Randy's mouth dropped open. Though he was not involved with Stephen, the kiss was like a slap in his face. He took a step back, a new pain starting to ache in his heart.
Stephen pulled away from Mitchell, his eyes darkened with lust. Then he grinned at her, turning his head to look at the crowd. Then his eyes found Randy's again, the grin on his face disappearing. "Don't you ever call her a whore? She didn't fuck around with people and get knocked up unlike some people."
Randy's breath hitched and he took another step back. Though majority of the school didn't know what exactly Stephen meant, his little crowd of friends did. Stephen just now labeled Randy as a whore. A stabbing pain jolted through both his chest and abdomen. He only caught a glance of John punching Stephen in the face from the corner of his eyes before he started to run again. He didn't know where he was going, but he kept on running. As he arrived to the parking lot, he stopped.
The padding of his feet echoed through the silent surroundings. His pained whimpers increased as he took steps. He looked down at his pants, when he felt something trickling down his legs. His inner thighs were soaked in dark red blood. Tears freely flowed down his face as he fell to the floor on his knees, holding his stomach.
The next second, a bright light blinded him, the side of his body hitting something metallic. He blacked out.
Do I deserve a review? Maybe we can make it to 10 reviews? What do you think happened to Randy? Whose team are you on? Team Stephen? Team Dave? Or maybe Team Brock, lol.
