𝐻𝑎𝑤𝑘'𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 | 𝐻𝑎𝑤𝑘 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

• Chapter two •

*Look! It's slutty Y/n!*

"Do you want something to drink?" He nods as he looks around your room while he puts down his backpack.

Your room was definitely something. Posters of old and new music bands surrounding your room, with a bookshelf that he takes interest on. He takes out a book with a title of Punk 57 by Penelope Douglas and oddly enough he recognizes it because of how often he is on the internet.

"Shit." You mutter out as you rush over to him grabbing the book from his hand before putting it back where it belonged. "That's not mi-my, um, friend left it here." He hums, but he doesn't seem convinced this time either.

You clear your throat, feeling uncomfortable as you hand him his drink while sitting down on your bed.

"Um, so, how are you?" Your attempt at breaking the awkward silence makes you cringe to yourself as he sits down next to you.

"I'm fine. I, uh, like your room." You turn your head towards him as he looks at you for a second before looking back at his hands that hold his drink.

"Thanks. My mom is usually away on business, so I have a lot of time to myself." He nods while still keeping his head down.

You guess that all the bullying that he's been going though has made him this insecure. The day the teacher was making an announcement about a student being bullied for his facial deformity, everyone was laughing at him. You wanted to talk to him back then, but Sam stopped you.

"I like your sweater." His gaze meets yours with his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah, I think it looks vintage. I would wear something like that." You nudge his shoulder with yours while giving him a smile. "You wouldn't."

He shakes his head smiling while looking at his hands again, but you grab his drink, putting it on the desk while he looks at you shocked at your actions.

You grab the hem of his sweater while feeling a bit of his skin while his face seems to be getting redder by the second.

"Lets make a deal. If I manage to wear your sweater next week on Monday the whole day..." You pause thinking about what to say next.

"You'll be my servant for a week. If I fail, then I'll be yours for a week." You let go of him as you stretch out your hand, standing up straight again.

"But they're going to make fun of you." You shake your head. You know your ex friends wouldn't be so cruel.

"Deal or no deal?" He sighs as he looks back down at his hands, looking like he's thinking about it before he raises his hand shaking yours before you give him a reassuring smile.

"Why next week though?" He asks as you let go of his hand. "We have a one week break, silly. Todays Friday."

You haven't talked to Demetri or Eli for the whole week because of your Mom finding out about you skipping school. She decided to stop paying for the internet as your punishment and you were bored to death the whole break.

You pushed the doors open to the school and not even after being there for one second you hear whispers from the students around you, but nevertheless you ignore them starting to walk before spotting Miguel by himself.

"Hey, karate kid." Your voice seemed to startle him as he turns to you. "Y/n. Hey." He closes his locker before giving you a pitiful look.

"What's wrong?" You tilt your head to the side in confusion as he sighs, taking out his phone and showing you a picture of yourself in a revealing dress that you wore on your birthday with the caption, "Y/n, getting ready to give blowjobs for anyone who asks." And you notice it was posted on Yasmin's story.