Y/N is an intelligent girl who only desires to get through school with good grades. Two delinquents, however, have different plans in store for the poor girl. She just doesn't realize how far they're willing to go to cause trouble over her.
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'How the hell did I end up like this?' There was no question as to why I am wide awake at such a late hour, stiff as a board with a head full of racing thoughts. How else am I supposedly react being placed between two boys on a single bed? I'm not even in a comfortable position; rather, I'm on my back with Ethan to my left and Liam on my right— each of them holding one of my arms like a stuffed toy with their legs wrapped around mine, keeping my body spread with no wiggle room. I suppose I should be grateful neither of them are snoring, at least. I quietly groan, my face hotter than the sun, since I've never been so close with anyone, let alone two boys I hardly know. I don't know why I even agreed to stay the night, but they somehow were convincing enough to get me to do it. I tense up even greater as my new friends shuffle in closer, Liam rubbing his cheek against my palm as Ethan settles his chin on my shoulder.
'Why me?' I shake my head lightly, not wanting to disturb their sleep. There's no reason for all of us to be awake at ungodly hours of the night. I'll be exhausted in the morning for sure. With each blink, I feel as though my eyelids are getting heavier as they hood over my burning eyes, and my body finally starts to relax.
'I suppose this could be worse. It's not like they're touching anything inappropriate. It's just weird.' I'm not sure I'll ever get used to them. They're just over affectionate, but I can't help but feel slightly on edge even though they've done nothing to me. Maybe it's their personalities? They're more brash than what I'm used to. Without even realizing it, I had fallen asleep, and in the morning, I woke to being pushed to the floor.
"Morning, sleepyhead!" I hear Liam shout over my short scream as my eyes fly open. Hissing in pain, I rub the back of my head, which had hit the floor, and glare up the the boy who bears an enormously cheeky grin.
"Was that necessary?" He stifles a laugh and confidently nods his head.
"Oh, most definitely." I stare in uncertainty as he offers his hand to help me up before cautiously accepting. Thankfully, it wasn't a trick. I yawn while rubbing my eyes as Liam slips out of bed and stretches his arms up. "Ethan told me to wake you. He's in the kitchen, making breakfast, so come on." He waves his hand, gesturing me to follow him, which I do after adjusting my disheveled clothes and smoothing down my hair. Sure enough, when we come into the kitchen, Ethan is fixing a few bowls of cereal for us to eat. He flashes us a smile while placing the ceramic on the brown, granite countertop of the island in the center of the room, where we sit down to eat. I take my first spoonful and am hit with a sugary taste, but I don't mind it. I like to eat sugary foods in the morning too sometimes.
