Dangerous (BoyxBoy)

Dangerous - Chapter 2: Hit to the Gut

Before Jeremy could think to say anything, the doorbell rang cueing the inevitable stern talking he would definitely get from his parents. He groaned, walking out of the kitchen to find that one of the maids had opened the door. His Dad walked in, basking in all his glory. He was a more muscular and rougher version of Jeremy; brown hair streaked with gray, tanned skin, and a suit made entirely for him.

Jeremy smiled at his father, which then dissipated after he found that his mother wasn't behind him.

"Hello son!" He smiled down warmly at his son before gripping him in a bear hug that seemed to last for an eternity.

Jeremy rolled his eyes as he pushed him away gently, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Where's mom?'

His Dad, rubs the back of his neck.

"Well, there was a problem at the show. She had to fly to Las Angles to get it covered." He said,

"But don't worry, I'm here now! And also excited to meet your new blossom! Where is she?"

Jeremy concluded in his mind that it has been 3 years since he last saw her, and came to the realization that his mother was an utter b***h. He shook his head as he pierced his two fingers on his nose, pretty sure a welt would form if he continued doing that as a habit.

"Hey, you want to sit down? You haven't been doing drugs again right?"

Jeremy quickly dismissed the question with a simple wave of his hand, insisting that he just had a rough morning.

His dad's face contorts into confusion and irate as he mentions,

"Where's that girlfriend of yours," He brings his head down and snaps his fingers rapidly, trying to remember,

"Ah Natalie right? She's supposed to make you feel better."

Exhausted of the trying to hide everything from everyone at once, Jeremy blurts out,

"I broke up with her okay? I did it today." Jeremy slumped into a couch and waited for his father's response, but it never came, because as soon as he opened his mouth, the doorbell rang again.

Jeremy smiles and stands up, looking at his dad humouredly as he says,

"Ha-ha omg, you actually got me when you said Mom wasn't home."

His Dad, in confusion, crosses his arms and replies,

"She isn't here." As the doorbell rang, Jeremy smirks and walks to the door.

"Oh really then who is this-"

Jeremy opens the door, looking down at a guy with golden brown hair, brown eyes, and chiseled face. The guy was preoccupied reading a bunch of flyers in his hands before he looks up and smiles.

"Hello." He breaths, looking up at Jeremy's face. Jeremy, on the other hand, was furious as he just explicit to his own father he was a donkey ass.

Not shying his anger away whatsoever, Jeremy growls,

"What the f**k do you want?"

The guy is taken back a little but is still determined to say whatever he had to say.

"Well, there's a party on Saturday and the football team had all pitched in to make flyers" He looks down at his flyers while Jeremy rolls his eyes.

"We decided to invite the most popular kids to it, and well." He held out a flyer to Jeremy, his gesture as innocent as his features, but Jeremy glares down at the paper. He steps a foot back into his house and slams the door in his face, turning back to his Dad with crimson cheeks.

His Dad shoves his hands in his pocket as he says,

"That wasn't very nice Jeremy. Why don't you accept the flyer?"

"Because I don't want to go to some dumb ass party with a bunch of stupid seniors."

His Dad's glare made Jeremy shut up right away, since he rarely got angry at anyone, except at conferences for business interviews.

"Jeremy, open that door and accept that flyer. And don't curse in front of me again."

His feature then softened before he insisted,

"It'll be good for you to get out of this house for a while, you know? Plus, you just got in a breakup again."

Jeremy shook his head and started walking back to the door; where the good looking boy was just about leave.

"Hey dude wait. On second thought, give me a flyer."

"I thought you pretty clearly showed that you didn't want to go?" He heatedly replied, folding his arms over his chest. Jeremy had to admit that the guy looked even better when he was angry, which kind of made him jealous.

"Well now I do, give me the flyer."

Jeremy rose out his hand, expecting it to be greeted with the blue piece of paper, but instead the brown haired boy glares at him and proceeds to walk in the direction he came from.

Jeremy blinks surprisingly at the boy's actions. Who did he think he is? Not having any of it, Jeremy ran after the boy who had just made it to the end of the sidewalk, and grabbed his arm. He then grabbed the entire stack of papers with the other and held it above his head, an evil smirk accidently escaping his lips as he realized the guy was too short to grab them.

"Hey, what the f**k man! Give them!" The guy swiped embarrassingly at the papers which were just out of his reach, him making more of a fool of himself by standing on his tippy toes. Jeremy laughed and reached up to grab one of the flyers, but instead doubled over after the shrink gave him a punch to the gut.

He breathed,

"You little b***h!" As the teen snatched the papers from his hands, his grin apparent on his face as he folded his arms with the papers over his chest.

"Don't mess with a guy on a football team."

He said as he turned and walked away, leaving Jeremy steaming and breathing semi- hard.

He could hear his father behind him questioning what the hell happened, but he didn't answer. Instead, he was planning the due date on when that little punk's ass would be beat up by him and his friends.

As he regains his composure, he wiped his hands over his thighs and proceeded to walk past his father and into the house. His father walks swiftly behind him and grabs one of Jeremy's shoulders.

"Hey kiddo, you forgot something."

He extended his hand towards him and revealed a blue piece of paper, slightly torn on one side and covered with a little dirt. It reminded Jeremy of Kayla, a dirty party girl he had met last summer and ditched.

"You left it outside. And please don't get into fights while I'm around. My blood pressure man."

Taking the paper, Jeremy sarcastically grins and rolls his eyes.

Oh one more thing about Jeremy's family history is that his parents are divorced, and his father, a very likable and flirtatious man, is dating a woman with a sultry smile and perfect round face. Her eyes are as dark as night and her body was made to move with the sexiest of music. Jeremy would bite his lips every time he thought of the way her clothes hugged her body.

He remembered that his father was in fact in front of him and he guilty looked down at the paper in his hand.

"So" his father started,

"Since your mother would be a way for a while, I decided to have Josephine come live with us." Jeremy looks up and his eyes become bulbous as his dad's girlfriend is mentioned.

"Really?" He blurts, not wanting to look guilty.

"Yes, all she talks about is coming here and meeting you again." He grinned.

"She really wants to be a part of this family." Jeremy swallows and shows a half grin on his face.