A/N Kind of an A/U. In this story Adam is still at military school and he goes home for a long weekend.
A/N: Borrowing characters from the Television show "The Shield"
The sun is shining, but it as soon as he gets in the car, it's ice cold with tension. There's zero warmth in his father's blue eyes. He doesn't think his mother has looked at him once. She smiled and hugged him like a mother would. But she hasn't looked at him properly.
"Sergeant Sofer said that in the beginning you were a horror to deal with. She, and other people have really had their work put out for them"
"But he did improve sweetheart" Maureen said.
"Oh sure, after routine punishments, of midnight exercises and cleaning toilets. Maybe we need to introduce that same penalizing system at home" Michael sneered.
"Michael I don't think-"
"You're to blame Maureen. If you were harsher on him when he was younger he wouldn't have become the indecent rebellious, burden that he is now. Have you eaten?" He asked casually jerking his head towards his seat. He goes straight upstairs and checks the Wi-fi is on and checks his now updated phone. Funnily enough, he's got texts and messages from Aimee, Lily, Ruby, Jackson and even Anwar.
He guessed that they wanted military gossip and the girls wanted to hook up with his colleagues. He was going to politely respond to Aimee and Jackson. His ex, because he did cause a shit-storm in her life by accident, and Jackson, because if he didn't say hello, he'd probably report him to his dad.
He didn't give a shit about the others. He wasn't going to repsond to Anwar's party invite, . until he saw a very special someone on his profile picture. Squinting to make sure it was real. Seemed like while he was away, they'd become best friends. New kid wasn't in these photos. Apparently Anwar was having a swanky party. Thankfully he was able to see who was invited,
His ex Aimee was out, and New kid ansd Eric appeared to be in. That was enough of a reason to click invite accepted. He didn't know what the fuck he was going to wear, do, or say to get Eric's attention. But although he didn't believe in that religious stuff, but this had to be some kind of sign right? This party was going to be tomorrow night. He had over Twenty Four hours, to try and look decent enough for Eric to take notice.
The only thing that made his stomach churn, was that he'd actually have to speak to him. No bullying. No pushing, shoving stealing, throwing coca cola cans. No smearing dog shit on cars. He'd have to push the blow-job to the back of his mind. Walk up to him, tap him on the shoulder, and entice or hopefully seduce him with words.
It made him feel sick...in an excited, thrilling, infatuated way.