Chapter 21

Chapter 21


Ryan's POV

Liam walked out. And, I was left there feeling guilty. Why did I have to be an idiot and take out my anger on him.

"Fck." I yelled and hit the wall with my fist. I was angry. So angry. I ran my fingers through my hair, as I paced around the room. Why did I have to go and do that? That was so immature of me. Asking him to get the fck out and blaming him for losing Jason. He didn't deserve that.

But, why did he have to be such a jerk? Why couldn't he just trust me. Why didn't he believe that I had changed. He was ashamed of me. That was the problem. And, if he really loved me, he wouldn't be so afraid of what people would say. He wouldn't care about Jason or Brandon or any other fcking person.

If he really loved me, then none of that would matter. But, I was just a bad boy, who wasn't good enough for him.

"Fck. Fck." I hit the wall again.

Then, I walked over to the kitchen cabinet. My dad always kept a bottle of Whiskey or Scotch around. I grabbed one and took a swig. The drink burned my throat and warmed my chest.

"Fcking hell." I yelled and slammed the bottle on the table.

Then, I poured myself a drink and brought the glass to my mouth. I drank a bit and sat on the chair. The alcohol was hitting my brain and it felt good. I tightened my grip on the glass and threw it at the wall. It shattered into pieces and fell to the floor. Then, I bent down and grabbed another glass. I drank it all in one go and poured myself another.

"Why? Why. Liam. This sucks. This sucks so much." I muttered.

I love him. Fcking hell. I don't think I've ever felt this attached to a human being before.

I love Liam. I love her. 

Fck. I took another sip and placed the glass on the table.

Why was I so angry. Why did I push him away.

I had him in my arms, and I let him slip away. I could have pulled him into a hug. I could have apologized. Why did I always have to do this. Why did I have to fck things up? Maybe Jason was right. I was toxic.

"Ughh." I muttered.

Maybe I should go out and look for him. At least take him back to his dorm. That will be the right thing to do. I took one last gulp of the whiskey and put the bottle back. Then, I went outside to look for Liam. As soon as I stepped out, I saw him getting into an Uber.

"Hey. Hey. Liam" I called out to him.

But, the car drove away before I could reach him.

"Dammit." I cursed.

I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. It rang a couple times but, he didn't pick up. I hung up and called again. Same result.

"Damnit Liam" I rubbed my hand on my face and growled.

I dialed his number a couple more times. Then, I decided to text him.

' Liam, where are you? Answer the phone.'

'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry.'

' Liam. Answer the phone.'

'Are you in the dorm? Are you ok?'

He didn't reply to any of my texts. Was he that angry with me. Was he done with me. This wasn't good. I sighed and threw my head back. There was no use worrying and stressing myself. I could deal with all of this tomorrow.

Right now, all I wanted was a nap. So, I went inside, washed my face, brushed my teeth and went to bed. But, every time I closed my eyes, all I could think about was him.

He was all I could think about. His pretty face, brown hair, button nose. His lips. The way they felt when I kissed them. The way he melted in my arms when we were close. The s-ex we had a few hours ago.

How his beautiful body felt underneath me. His skin against mine. How good it felt to be inside him. The way he looked when he came.

The images of his n-aked body were playing in my head and I couldn't stop thinking about him. I missed him. I wanted him.

Liam had managed to make me a junkie. A fcking junkie. I couldn't think straight when he was on my mind. It was crazy how obsessed I was with him. He had a hold on me.

My pants got tighter and I felt uncomfortable.

"Shit." I whispered.

This wasn't going to work. I needed a cold shower. So, I went and turned on the water. The cold water hit my skin and helped calm me down. I let out a sigh and placed both my hands on the wall. This wasn't good. All I could think about was him .I didn't know what else to do.

What if he hated me? What if he didn't want to talk to me ever again.

"Ughh." I grunted.

I stayed in the shower until the water got warm. Then, I washed up, dried my hair and put on some sweatpants. I wore a black tank top. I decided to go back to my dorm. I was feeling restless. I grabbed my jacket and car keys. Then I locked the house and got into the car. It was past midnight, so the campus was very much alive. Nightlife was in full swing and students were heading home from parties.

I pulled into the dorm parking lot and went inside.There was music and laughter coming from every corner of the building. Some students were kissing down the hallway while some were either passed out drunk on the floor or in their rooms.

It was crazy. I climbed up the stairs and made my way to my room. The door was locked. I slid my keys in and pushed the door open. I was about to lay on my bed, when I heard Brandon's voice.

"What the fck are you doing here, Ryan?" He asked. He had just walked in.

He was wearing a casual T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

His face was all sweaty and his hair was wet. He looked like he had been running a marathon.

"Fck off, Brandon. I don't have time for this shit." I replied.

"You don't have time for what? Fcking my boyfriend? Ruining our relationship" He asked.

I scoffed. Boyfriend? Relationship?

Was he serious? Did he really call that thing he had with Liam, a relationship?

I chuckled and shook my head.

" Liam is not your boyfriend, Brandon. Don't be stupid." I said.

"Oh yeah. Why not?" He asked.

"Because he's mine. Now fck off. Go to bed." I replied.

Brandon clenched his fist. He looked like he was about to lose it.

"You're pathetic, Ryan. I know you've always wanted to be like me. The school's golden boy. Rich, famous, popular. But, guess what, buddy. It's never gonna happen." He laughed.

"Because, I'm better than you. And no matter how hard you try, you will never beat me." He continued.

"You think Liam wants a loser like you. He will never want someone like you." He smirked.

"Someone who's a screw up, whose only accomplishment is getting arrested constantly and chasing anything in a skirt and gents as well." Brandon continued.

"I'm not a fcking screw up." I replied.

"Look at yourself, Ryan.You're a mess. What kind of guy does this. Seduces his brother's best friend and breaks up their friendship." He laughed.

"Well, he chose me. He wanted me, not you. he was in my bed and he liked it." I said. I walked closer to Brandon and clenched my fist. The alcohol was still running through my veins and it was beginning to get hard to keep control.

If Brandon said any more stupid things, he might end up with a black eye. I would beat the sh!t out of him. I don't think he got enough beating in the parking lot. If he wanted a second round, he was going to get one.

Brandon didn't flinch. He came closer to me. I guess he did want another beating.

"Why?" Brandon asked me.

"Why couldn't you just leave Liam alone? Why did you have to seduce him. he was mine. We were fine. But, then you had to come along and ruin everything." He asked.

" Liam was never yours or anybody's." I answered.

"He has always been mine. I kissed him first at the party. I was his first everything. So shut the hell up, Brandon." I growled.

"I know you're just angry that unlike you. I can get anyone I want in this fcking campus. They all love bad boys. Boys that look like they can fck them good. You were no competition, Brandon .So, just leave Liam and me alone. Go back to your boring life." I said.

"Oh and Brandon. Liam and I we fcked when we left the parking lot. That's right, I had my d!ck inside him." I mocked him.

I was done talking to him. I turned to walk away but Brandon held me by the shoulder, he spun me around and punched me in the face.

My head moved backwards and the pain was instant.

The alcohol was making me weak but the anger in me was too overwhelming.

"You little piece of shit. How dare you punch me. How fucking dare you." I yelled and pushed Brandon onto the wall.

He stumbled backwards and almost fell to the ground.

"Fck." I threw punches and Brandon did the same.

He dodged my attacks and hit me right on the nose.

"Brandon. I swear to God. You will pay for this." I yelled.

I wiped the blood from my nose and charged at him. We fell to the floor and struggled.

I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. It felt good.

I was going to take out all my anger and frustration on Brandon. All the anger I felt of not being able to be with Liam at the moment, I was going to use it to beat Brandon up.

The b-astard. The audacity he had to hit me first. He asked for this fight.

Did he think I was one of his weak teammates or that I wouldn't fight back.

Brandon hit me again, this time right in the jaw.

It hurt. It really hurt.

"Ryan. Fck. Stop." Brandon yelled.

He was holding me by the shoulders, and trying to get away from under me.

But, I wasn't going to let him go.

I grabbed him by the neck and pushed him down. I had the upper hand now so it was easier for me to attack.

"How does that feel, huh? Huh? Fcking b-astard." I hit him again.

Brandon's head jerked backwards and a loud smacking sound filled the room.

His lip had been split.

Blood trickled down his mouth. But I didn't stop. I continued to hit him. Harder and Harder.

I could barely see his face as blood covered his cheeks and forehead.

"Fck you. Brandon" I continued hitting him.

Brandon tried to block my hits, but his arms were weak.

"S-top." He pleaded.

"Ryan. P-please. Stop. It hurts. Stop." He begged.

"Do you think Liam ,will still want you after he finds out that I kicked your ass again." I said to him.

Brandon wasn't replying anymore. His eyes were closed and his body had gone limp.

I shook him by the collar and yelled, "Fck you, Brandon. You will never be as good as me. And you will never have Liam."

"Ryan. What the hell are you doing to Brandon?" I heard someone call my name and pull me off Brandon."

It was the campus police officer.

I turned to see that a lot of students were gathered outside the room, watching the scene.

Some were holding their phones. They were taking pictures.

"You fcking idiots. Go the hell away. Stop watching and taking videos. Just get the fck out." I shouted at them.

The officer pulled me up and handcuffed me.

"Get off me. Why are you arresting me?" I yelled.

"Brandon hit me first. Why are you not arresting him? Why are you arresting only me?" I shouted.

"Everyone knows that you have a record of fighting and causing trouble. Look at Brandon. You almost beat him to death. You're going to jail. Again." The guard said.

"What? No. Let me go. You don't understand. Let me go." I struggled against the handcuffs.

The officer didn't reply, instead he dragged me away. From the corner of my eye, I could see Brandon. He had opened his eyes and sat up slowly. He looked terrible. He was bleeding and his face was bruised. But at the same time, there was a slight grin on his face. He mouthed something like.

"I will make sure you stay in jail forever. I will get Liam back and you will never see him again. Fcking loser." Brandon muttered.

That was the last thing I saw before the door closed.

I was furious.

"Let me go. I'm not the bad guy. Let me go. I'm not the bad guy. LET ME GO."