"Hey, what the fuck is with your face, E.T? What happened to you yesterday? " Lips sitting across from him. Ian's next to him, also with a couple of bruises. Peter dumps down and puts his arm around Ethan's shoulders. Ethan tries to move away, but Peter pulls him closer and grins: "E.T here got beat up, Lip. And since his brothers weren't there to bribe the guys I had to pull them away. You're welcome, by the way. " Ethan looks down on his bruised wrists. At least he didn't cry last night. Not a tear, Doing the whole fucking night. Not even when they were leaving the private room and people stared at them like they were lovers or some shit.
"What'd you do to piss of someone that strong, E? " He looks up on his twin and his big brother. His two black eyes makes it hard to see the boys, yet he does. "They called me gay. They said I was a faggot. A pussy. That I deserved it. They might have mistaken me for you, Ian. " If he hadn't looked so pathetic Ian might've hit him. He was beat up, mostly his face, but some of his body to. Ass and hips. Wrists. Shoulders. Places like that: "I'm sorry, E.T. Should we do something- " E.T shakes his head.
Peter laughs: "They were right, weren't they, E. You fucking pussy. Didn't even hit back. " Ethan tries to pull away, but Peters arm is holding tight around his bruised shoulders. It hurts. Lips looks from Peter to Ethan and then at Peter and then at Ethan: "You're joking. Why didn't you hit back? "
Ethan doesn't say anything, he merely stares at his hands. He wasn't going to tell them. He wasn't going to tell anybody about this. He'd planned on laying low, keeping to himself. Now he was dead meat, a pathetic kid from the Southside, under the thumb of a huge gay muscle bunch and everyone would know it as the truth. Some of it was, he thought. "I'd tell you, but I honestly don't know what happened. "
Peter laughs, and it fills the noisy dining room. "Pete, let go of me. I gotta get to work. " He raises his eyebrows at Ethan: "Gotta say the magic word, man. " Ethan freezes: "Uhm- I don't- " Peter smirks: "You knew it last night, didn't ya? " He can feel his hands shake: "Fuck off dude. " Peter is stronger than him and he can't shake him off. "Please. " Peter removes his arm and grins: "See ya, little pussy. " Lip and Peter laughs. Ian smirks, but he looks concerned. "See ya guys. "