Johhny stood outside his dorm room, staring at the closed door. He didn't know if he was ready to face Jack yet. He felt horrible for being so ignorant to how Jack felt about their relationship, but he was also no where near ready to come out of the closet. He sighed heavily, running a hand over his face. He was exhausted. He hadn't slept, eaten, or talked to Jack all day. But he knew he'd have to face him eventually though.
He opened the door as quietly as he could, and found the room dark, all the lights off, the only thing to guide him was the faint moonlight coming through the window. He looked to the side and found a sleeping Jack, asleep atop his bed. It looked as if he'd fallen asleep while studying. He was still fully clothed, and one hand, which was hanging off the mattress, clutched a single piece of paper.
Johnny smiled sadly. He'd probably ended up making Jack worry more, with his taking off so early and coming back so late. This only deepened his frustration. Why couldn't he get anything right lately? He inched his way closer, knowing that it wouldn't be healthy for his partner to sleep like that, and drew his blankets over him, careful not to wake the slumbering scholar. Jack mumbled in his sleep, rolling over, but not waking. Johnny stepped back, pleased with himself, and moved to dump his bags in the corner. His foot landed on the ground and he heard a soft crinkling noise.
Looking down, Johnny spotted the paper that Jack had been holding; it was slightly crumpled up, but otherwise fine. He wondered what the other had been reading so intently, and brought it over to his desk on the opposite side of the room. Sitting down in his rolling chair, Johnny turned on the light, looking down at the bent page intently the entire time.
Once his eyes acclimated to the flood of light, he was able to read the text before him, and was soon seething with the realization of what it meant. He was both angry with himself, and furious with the university's decision. He had been so stupid; he'd been running around in circles staring at leaves and trees while Jack had been facing down his imminent expulsion. Johnny hit his forehead in exasperation. How could he have let this happen?
No, he thought. He hadn't let this happen, he wouldn't, he couldn't. He narrowed his eyes at the words in front of him. He needed to do something, and fast.
But first things first. Johnny had a pretty good idea as to why Jack had been confronted with this, and began to wonder why he hadn't encountered the same problem. Surely Johnny would've been called out first, tossed aside like nothing. Johnny thought, it's wasn't like he was Jack, who aced all his classes and came with an impressive reputation.
So why had he been ignored?
One reason came to mind.
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The Cobra Brotherhood had no issues when it came to throwing parties at one in the morning, and this night was no different. But Johnny had no interest in hanging around these bastards. No, he had one specific person he needed to speak to, and nobody was gonna get in the way.
He passed by frat thugs and new recruits, girls wearing almost nothing, and couples getting frisky. Music blasted so loudly it made his ears hurt, and there was no open space in the horde of people, but so far his target was no where to be seen. Goddamn it, he thought, pushing through the crowd of party-goers. Where the hell was he? Johnny gritted his teeth, trying not to bust a vein as he trudged forwards. He was about to give up and start plan B, when someone grabbed his shoulder. Spinning around to face whoever it was, Johnny threw his fists up, ready to fight. It was probably the house's lead members, kicking him out. Ex-Omegas weren't exactly welcome here.
"Woah there Bravo, you might want to put your dukes down, wouldn't want to have a scene, now would we?"
Johnny knew that voice, recognizing the pompous air it held in an instant. He grimaced, reluctantly placing his hands at his sides. "Aku." He spat, as if the name on its own was enough to make him sick. "Me!" Aku replied, wearing a smug grin and holding an unopened beer bottle. "Want one?" He asked nonchalantly, holding the drink up. "No thanks." Johnny said with an annoyed tone. "I came here because we need to talk. Aku raised a brow and looked around him. Seeing that no one was paying the any attention, he nodded, dropping his smirk and waving Johnny to follow him.
They weaved through the mass of students before reaching a closed wooden door. Two Cobras were blocking the way in, standing like you would expect a guard to, stone faced and tall. Aku nodded to them and the two stepped aside, allowing him and Johnny to enter.
Inside was an impressive sitting room. Opulent decorations and lavish features adorned the room. The furniture was all beautifully carved out of what looked like mahogany, the same as the walls, which were lined with bookshelves filled to the brim. "Welcome to the records room." Aku said with open arms, walking over to a love seat across from the couch. "Please, have a seat." Johnny doubted that he'd be listened to if he didn't, and slowly approached the couch, sitting on the very edge.
It was dead silent in the room other than their breathing, making Johnny wonder if the party had ended, although things had been in full swing when they'd left. "Ah, you like the sound proofing? Did it myself, no one can hear anything that happens in this room, and vice versa." Johnny shifted uncomfortably, but raised remained adamant.
"I know what you did Aku." Aku looked at Johnny with an expression of mock shock. He placed a hand on his chest, gasping over dramatically. "Whaaaat? Me? What have I done?" Johnny glared at the head of the house. "You know exactly what you did." He growled, trying and failing to keep his cool composure. "Hmm? No, no, I don't seem to be recalling anything..." He muttered, tapping his chin and looking around like he was attempting to remember. Johnny stood up, his face contorted in anger. He rooted around his pocket, pulling out a folded sheet and slamming it down on the table between them. "Oh yeah? You don't know anything? Then what the hell is THIS?" He argued, staring Aku down.
The eccentric frat leader dropped his act, frowning and looking at the paper on the table. In a very cat like manner, he stretched forward, without rising from his seat, and snatched the parchment up. He looked up at Johnny, not breaking eye contact until the paper was open in his hands. He quickly skimmed over the document, a mischievous grin spreading from cheek to cheek as he read.
"Ooooooooh, you mean this." He drawled, folding the paper again and tossing it back onto the table. "Why so curious?" He asked, resting his head on his hand. Johnny couldn't think of an answer to the question without it giving away everything he'd been trying to hide. So he took a different approach. "I'm curious because it doesn't make sense for Jack, a goddamn prodigy, to get something as serious as this," He fumed, holding up the paper. "And for me, someone with about as much thinking power as a bag of dung, to not even receive a slap on the wrist!"
Johnny threw the document down, not done talking yet. "Nothing, no messages, no emails, not even a damn call! Now tell me Aku, what exactly did you do?" His face was red with anger, and stance was one that would scare even a seasoned fighter off. But Aku didn't seem to pay these things any mind. Instead, he smoothly stood up, brushed himself off, and strode over to his aggravated guest. Johnny was trying his best to keep his emotions under control, but as usual, he was just too damn much of an open book.
Aku slinked forward; Johnny had expected him to stop a couple of paces away, but the man simply kept walking. Johnny's hate fueled fury began to ebb away as confusion came to replace it. What the hell could Aku be up to now? he suspected only the worst, and backed up step by step, trying to retain the space between them.
Johnny was stopped by one of the hard wood walls of the room hitting his back, giving him pause. He quickly looked around for another exit, but found only the door he'd entered through, which was positions directly across from him. In an instant, Johnny felt his his face being forcefully pulled down to face his heinous host. "You really don't get it, do you bravo?" He stated more than asked. "Well... Doesn't matter, you will soon enough." He said, pinning the other, and forcefully dragging his head down to lock lips.
Johnny's eyes shot wide open, panic setting in rapidly as Aku forced himself onto him. Aku roughly pushed Johnny into the wall, slipping off his shades and holding him in place with a hand painfully grasping his hair. One leg was between Johnny's, effectively trapping him. The blond was shocked, his mind scattered. His eyes screwed shut as he felt his anxiety build up and begin to choke him, his thoughts wandered to Jack. He apologized continuously, over and over again in his mind, feeling nothing but shame and disgust as Aku grinded up against him.
Suddenly, their lips broke contact, and Johnny coughed, gasping for air that didn't smell of his attacker. Aku deviously, licking his lips as he trailed his hand down Johnny's chest. He reached Johnny's buckle, beginning to unfasten it when the image of a restlessly sleeping Jack rose to Johnny's mind. He ground his teeth together and threw his head forward, slamming it into Aku's. The heinous host staggered back while holding his head in his hands, yelling in pain, and Johnny took the chance to run. He bounded out of the room, forcing himself through the crowded building, throwing himself out the front door and taking off without looking back. His eyes stung and his lungs burned as he sprinted further and further away from the frat house.
Eventually his footfall slowed and Johnny stumbled to a stop, tripping over himself and haphazardly tumbling down into the grass. He lay there, trying to calm down. The night was quiet apart from his ragged breathing and the sound of his own heart, beating so fast it hurt. He tried to focus, telling himself that everything was alright, that everything would be okay, but as a tear escaped through the side of his eye, he broke down and wept, unable to handle the pressure of what he' just gone through.
Meanwhile, Aku ambled over towards one of the seats in the room, settling down with one hand while the other covered his forehead. He eased himself down slowly, groaning as he did. His head hurt like civ, and it took a moment for him to focus enough to stop seeing double. On the ground, a few feet away, sat a broken pair of sunglasses. Aku spotted them and smirked, pulling out his phone with his free hand. He navigated through the lockscreen, pulling up his recent images, chuckling when pulling them up. Jack Ken didn't know it yet, but his life was about to get much, much worse.
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Jack woke up to a, once again, empty dorm room. He sighed and sat up, realizing that he'd fallen asleep in his clothes. He stood up, still somewhat drowsy, and stretched. That's when he noticed that the contract wasn't near his bed. He almost panicked, but managed to spot the important document on his dorm-mate's desk. scratching his head, he wondered how it'd managed to get over there, then groaned, facepalming. Johnny must've come back late and read it, he thought. He hoped his partner hadn't done anything too rash.
Jack had walked over to the couch when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Looking up at the clock on the wall, he saw that it was barely 6:22. he wondered who could be calling him at this hour, since most everyone else on campus were dead to the world at this hour. Jack pulled his phone up; he didn't recognize the number displayed, but shrugged, and answered it anyways. Putting it up to his ear, Jack expected a telemarketer or something of the like. Instead, what he heard sent a chill up his spine.
"Finders keepers, losers weepers."
The caller hung up, leaving Jack confused.
That was, until he got the texts.
Several images flooded his phone's screen, one after another. Jack's hand flew up to his face in shock. Betrayal, horror, anger, disbelief. A turret of emotions ran through him. He couldn't belive what he was seeing. He fell onto the couch, hurt beyond belief. Tossing his phone down, he dropped his face into his hands.
How could this happen?