After their little fight, Mickey went back to missing curfew once again. He took to sleeping on the bench instead of in the tree. Ian never made him hot chocolate again. In fact Ian distanced himself from him so much that Mickey barely saw him. He was always gone and when he asked Mandy where Ian was she would say he was at club practice or he was with professor Lishman.
It became known that the literature teacher and Ian were 'something' so to speak and Mickey didn't approve at all. There was something about that Ned Lishman that Mickey didn't like. Ian seemed oblivious to that though. What little time that Mickey saw the redhead was during classes and he saw that the other boy always wore the dog tags. If only Ian knew that he had been the one who gave those tags to him. He smiled sometimes at that thought because a part of him was always on Ian's person at all times and he liked to think that he was there to protect Ian.
It's another one of those days where he's lying in bed, smoking, reading through one of the books for an assignment. Mickey isn't really focused on the words on the page his mind is wandering once again as it always does these days about Ian's whereabouts. All of a sudden his phone rings. It's Mandy. That's strange because she rarely called him.
He reached to pick it up, "'Sup?"
"I just saw that Ned guy leading Ian into the library," she said her voice hushed.
"Are you stalking carrot top?" he asks sitting up in bed, interest piqued by Mandy's call. There was also a tinge of worry that sparked in him at the mention of Ned. He didn't like that old fucking pervert.
"No…well, yes…I'm worried for his safety okay? That lecherous guy has been all over Ian in the past few days and the library's closed today. It closed early and that Ned guy got the keys to bring Ian in. What if he…you know…"
Mickey's heart thumps at that, "He wouldn't. Ian's not interested in him."
"I'd say he is. Or at least he's obliged to think he is. Ian's fucking drunk or something," Mandy whispered harshly.
"For fucks sake it's only five and he's drunk!" Mickey panics as he pulls on his jeans and picks up his jacket. "I'm going over now okay?" and he ends the call. He runs from the dorm, tossing the cigarette away as his legs pump hard, carrying him quickly across the distance towards the library. He spots Mandy spying outside the window ledge and he doesn't waste a second in going to the library doors and opening them. Mickey can hear Ian's voice in the deathly silence of the library.
"Ned don't…just wait…"
He rounds the corner and finds Ian there, laid out on the table, the old fucker bent over him, pushing Ian's pants down about to start on his boxers. Mickey lashes out at the professor, yanking him off Ian and slamming him back into the wall, "You stay the fuck away from Ian you sick fuck!" he growls kneeing Lishman in the balls, and throwing enough punches to make sure he stays down, "How dare you force yourself on him! He's been drinking alcohol you fucking bastard, he barely knows what the fuck he's doing," Mickey says and then he's at Ian's side.
The redhead reeks of alcohol, he's so blur that Mickey has to help him pull on his pants. "C'mon, lets get you out of here," Mickey mutters as he grasps Ian by the wrist and storms out. Ian had no choice but to follow the raven-haired boy as he looks back at the crumpled figure of Ned beneath the window.
Once they emerge from the library, Mandy runs over in their direction.
Ian shakes Mickey's grip off, "Why are you so mad?" he asks his voice raised, "It's not like you were the one being touched!"
Mickey makes a sound of frustration, "Oh my fucking god Ian! You fucking dumb piece of shit!" he curses and just storms off leaving Ian there alone.
Mandy runs up to the redhead and wraps her arms around her friend, "Its okay Ian," she assures the redhead, "there's nothing to worry about. Let's get you back to the dorm."
"I don't want to see him…" Ian said speech slurred as he pointed in the general direction of where Mickey had left.
"Okay, I'll take you back to my dorm then," she said as she supports Ian and they make their way across campus to the girls' dorms.
Sunday morning and Ian's nursing a hangover in his room after Mandy brought him back earlier on. There's been no word from Mickey since yesterday and Ian drunk as he had been he felt responsible for making Mickey disappear for some reason. He goes over to Mickey's side of the room, the raven-haired boy hadn't even bothered to take his pack of cigarettes, the book he'd been reading was tossed to the side, it was like Mickey had dropped everything and ran to find him…
Ian bent to take a cigarette from the pack; lifting it to his lips he lighted it as he sunk into Mickey's bed. He takes a drag from the cigarette, blowing out smoke rings. He remembers the horrors of yesterday, him in the library and Ned about to rape him. How had he even gotten so drunk? They'd gone out for coffee, not booze. Of course it was obvious to him only now. He left for the washroom when they were at the café and Ned probably fucking spiked his drink and then in his drugged state somehow made him drink alcohol. That would be the only plausible explanation for his pounding headache.
There was a knock on the door just then, Ian looked to the door.
Mickey, hopefully.
Opening it he was surprised to find Ned there he looked pretty beaten, Mickey's artwork. And the old geezer wanted to hug him, "I'm sorry Ian," Ned pleads and Ian pushes him away.
"I don't wanna see you anymore okay?" Ian says puffing on his cigarette.
"What? Was it because of yesterday? That one kid?" Ned asked.
"NO! I just don't think we'd have made it anywhere!" Ian growls.
"You're wrong Ian. You loved me!" Ned said desperation in his voice, "You said so yourself!"
"I said no such thing you sick fuck," Ian says his voice deadly calm, "now shut the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone okay?"
And he slams the door in Ned's face.
Ian doesn't care if the professor is going to turn him in to the school board or if he's going to take the matter up with the police. Whatever the case he would have the upper hand, like Mickey had said…he was a minor and he was under alcohol influence and drugged. Oh god. If Mickey hadn't come to his rescue…Ian shuddered to think about the consequences.
A/N: Will be posting up two chapters today because i reached a 100 followers on my tumblr Gallavich fic blog :)