Fight

Chris let Liam drag him out of the room where they were playing the game. He held his hands up to his friends not to follow them. 

As they passed by people, everyone looked at them, knowing a fight was on its way. Despite the boys telling their friends to stay out of it, they kept following and trying to separate them from each other until they went outside and Liam locked the door, not allowing the others in and ignoring how they kept banging on the door. 

"So can you tell me the reason you brought me here?" Chris asked, turning to look at Liam, who had just locked the door. "You can't possibly be thinking about fighting with me on my birthday. In my house." Chris said, emphasizing each word until Liam grabbed him by the collar. 

"What do you think you are doing, you little piece of shit? You rile me up and try to act like the mature one?" Liam asked angrily. His gentle facial features were all gone now.