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[misschanadlerbong]

Chapter 13 Pt.1 - Perfect

Summary: Just senior prom.

Warnings: none.

Genre: Fluff with some angst towards the end.

Word Count: 2.9k

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Finally, the day of prom came, and you were all set to get ready and dance your ass off tonight. Jessica was also at your place because you needed her to help with makeup, hair, and stuff you had no idea about. Both the boys were going to pick you up from your place.

Jessica asked in confirmation “Dress?”

“Check!”

“Hair accessories?”

“Check!”

And…did you put a straightener to heat?”

“Oh, Jess do you realize that you are going through this checklist for the fifth time? It is all good even if we leave something out that we are not, so what’s the big deal? Isn’t today all about having fun just chill babe?”

“Y/N this is our last school dance it has to be perfect.” she declared.

You could never win against Jessica in a matter like this, so you just rolled your eyes and followed everything that Jessica told you about. You both went to a full regime of skin care and then she did your makeup and hair.

The theme of the senior prom was ‘Masquerade Ball’ and you picked up a perfect corset dress. It was a sequin dress the corset was black with a tint of golden to it and the skirt was golden with a tint of black at the very bottom of it with embroidered flower patterns. It also had a ribbon that went around your waist and tied into a bow on your back.

You had a last look in the mirror before going into the living room where your parents were waiting to see you. You looked at yourself and, you had to admit, you looked like a goddamn princess and the glow added to your face thinking about Clay made you look even better.

You heard the doorbell, “Honey your dates are here.” your mom shouted from the living room.

You and Jessica walked into the living room and seeing you both your mother exclaimed “Oh sweet Jesus! Don’t you two look beautiful?”

Your father was too startled to say anything, he was shocked at the sight in front of him. He always saw you like his little girl who needed her father’s help in everything but now he saw a well-raised beautiful young woman. Seeing you, your father shed a tear as he was overwhelmed, he tried his best to hide but could not.

You walked up to your dad and said “Aw Dad!” and gave him a warm hug.

Your eyes met Clay. He was wearing a tuxedo and was looking smoking hot. You walk over toward Clay and said, “Who knew my Nerd could pull off a tuxedo?” Clay simply grinned. He was staring deep into your eyes it seemed like he wanted to say something but was not letting it out “What?” you asked.

“You look…” he sighed “Seraphic!” he finally said.

Justin sauntered to Jessica, gave her a sweet kiss, and said: “Hello, gorgeous!” He then turned towards you and said “And Y/N you, you look terrific. I have never seen you like this before.”

Your lips curved into a smile and said, “Thanks Justin, you look great too.”

“Um Y/N I got something for you,” said Clay offering a corsage. You stretched your hand and allowed Clay to put a corsage on your wrist.

“Oh my god, Orchid? This is beautiful! I got something for you too Jensen. Mom, can you pass that?” you asked your mom to pass a boutonniere you especially got for Clay. You pinned the boutonniere to his jacket.”

“Shall we princess?” asked Clay with courtesy. But your father stopped you both.

“So, Clay Jensen, right?” your father questioned.

“Yes, sir.”

“Bring her back till 11, okay?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” Clay said like an obedient boyfriend.

You all walked out of the house stopping on the porch you asked Clay “So where is our ride? I mean I asked you out, the least you could do is get us a Limo. Right, Jess?”

Jessica nodded in agreement and raised her eyebrow at Justin in question.

“Okay, I deserve that. Justin and Jessica are going with Charlie and Alex in an actual Limo. I have a different plan for us.” Said Clay.

“Oh really? What is it?” You jumped with excitement.

“I know what you love more than a Limo, this!” said Clay pointing his index finger towards Tony’s Mustang.

“Oh, my fucking god! Tony’s Mustang? How did you convince him?” you asked in disbelief.

“Well, seems like he’d do anything for his best friend he knows how important you are to me and how much you love this car, so he agreed.” Clay offered his hand and asked, “Shall we madame?”

You held his hand and replied, “Oui, monsieur.”

You all arrived at the venue decided by your school. It was a big ballroom with a dancing space near the DJ and there were many round tables arranged for the seating. The room was decorated with every shade of white flowers. Exquisite chandeliers hung above the ceiling giving the room a royal aesthetic.

You and the gang took some drinks and hit the dance floor. You danced to many songs. Tony did the job just right as a DJ, you tried so hard to convince him to join the prom with everybody but being a DJ was his escape from socializing and dancing.

You and Jessica danced your ass off to the song ‘Best Friend’ by Doja Cat and Saweetie and decided to take some rest. Clay was just standing in one corner smiling at you as you danced. You walked up to him and urged “Oh come on Clay, we are at our Prom, we are supposed to Dance you know. Haven’t you read about proms in the library?”

“Ha-ha very funny. I can’t dance. Plus, it is such a pleasure seeing you dancing.”

You pouted at his response and to make it up to you he pecked your lips and offered you a drink.

You both were standing in one corner and talking and observing others. Your eyes fell on Charlie and Alex dancing to a slow song. They both were wearing tuxedos with matching boutonnieres pinned to their jackets and held each other while moving swiftly to the beats of the song. Then you saw Jessica and Justin dancing just beside them, it felt like love was in the air.

As you both were enjoying watching and talking a tall dark-haired boy approached you both.

“Hey Y/N, you look amazing and you too Clay you look fine in that tux,” he said.

“Hi, Zach. Thanks! You don’t look so bad yourself either.” you smiled.

“Um, Clay…I was wondering if I can borrow your date for a dance?”

You looked at Clay and said, “I don’t know Zach, I am pretty tired.”

“Come on Y/N it’s just one dance I am asking for, please?” Zach insisted.

Clay seemed like he had no problem with you two dancing together, “No, Y/N if you want to, then please. I will be right here watching you.” said Clay.

You nodded and proceeded towards the dance floor with Zach. Song ‘The Way, I Loved You’ by Taylor Swift started playing in the background and you both found your rhythm to dance. You held one of Zach’s hands and his other hand rested on your waist. Zach swirled you around a few times and you both were back to facing each other.

“Y/N I’d like to say something,” asked Zach.

“Yeah?”

“See I know we got off on the wrong foot. But I miss my time with you. I regret saying whatever I said. The thing was that I was too scared to put my game in jeopardy. But I didn’t realize that you were equally as important…” you cut him off “But Zach…”

“No, please listen to me. Breaking up with you was a huge mistake, will you ever be able to forgive me? I know you are with Clay now so the least I could ask for is forgiveness” he asked with innocence in his eyes.

“Of course, Zach, I already forgave you a long time ago. To be honest, I am grateful to you, if you never broke up with me, I would have never realized that I had feelings for Clay, and now hearing all those words from you made me realize exactly how I feel about him. So, thank you.”

While you both were dancing Justin and Jessica approached Clay and Justin asked “Dude, what is she doing with Zach?”

“Zach wanted to dance with Y/N so they’re dancing.”

“And you let her?” asked Justin sounding annoyed.

“Yeah, and she does not need my permission I am her boyfriend, not her master or anything and additionally they are just dancing what is wrong with that? It’s prom after all” replied Clay.

“Clay, you don’t let your serious girlfriend dance with her ex with whom the things were still complicated…”

“Oh yeah, Clay sure they are dancing, and look at them so adorable right? Whereas it should be you looking into her eyes the way Zach is. But I am sure this dance will not stir Y/N’s feelings back towards Zach.” Jessica said sarcastically.

Clay started to feel insecure and decided to make a move. He walked up to you as you expected him to. The only thing that could provoke Clay was jealousy and Jess played that card just right.

As soon as he held your hand to dance Tony changed the slow song to some rock music “Seriously Tony?!” you yelled in frustration.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can just jump around like these crazy people here, right?”

A grin took over your pout and Clay and you jumped around the dance floor feeling yourself and being lost in the music.

You and Clay found a seat for yourself to take a break and helped yourself with some food.

“Y/N? Can I talk to you?” a familiar voice came from behind you.

Before you could say anything, Clay howled “What the hell Bryce?”

“Hey man, I just wanna talk to her, just chill, okay?”

You turned towards Bryce and gave his request a thought. You decided to hear him out, whatever he wanted to say. You stood up but Clay pulled you back. You assured him by saying “It is okay Clay. I’ll be fine. What can he possibly do in a room full of people? I will be back, okay?”

Clay nodded in apprehension, and you followed Bryce to a corner of the room. You crossed your arms around your chest and asked, “What is it, Bryce?”

“Look Y/N I wanted to thank you for not taking any serious steps against me. I could have lost my scholarship and my chance to go to school and I want to apologize for whatever I did, I am sorry.”

“Bryce, everybody deserves to go to college, and you do too. No matter how you are everybody deserves a chance, so I gave it to you, and it is not a big deal.”

“Yeah, and I am grateful for that. I didn’t realize what I was doing. I was insecure and acted like a dick…” you cut him off and said in agreement “Well that is true.”

Before Bryce could say something, he was cut off by Clay “Everything okay babe?”

“Yeah, he was just saying something. Everything is fine.”

“Clay let me talk to her, please?” requested Bryce, and Clay started walking away with a frown but this time you pulled his hand and said “No Bryce Clay is not going anywhere. He is my boyfriend whatever you wanna say, you can say in front of him” Clay’s eyes gleamed hearing those words.

Clay stood by your side holding your hand “Y/N I was just saying that I am sorry. For everything.”

“Okay.” You replied.

“Okay? You are not gonna forgive me?” he asked.

“Well, you asked me to hear you out, so I did. I gave you a second chance Bryce, but I cannot forgive you, not just yet. I would like you to live with that guilt, if any.”

Bryce took a step towards you, but he was blocked by Clay in the way. Clay stood between the two of you facing Bryce and his hand stopped Bryce from moving further. Half of your body hid behind Clay.

“You heard her, now just leave her alone.” You never saw Clay so protective, and you loved the way he demanded Bryce leave.

You both went back to where the whole gang was and got to know that they soon are going to announce the Prom King and Queen.

“Who’d, you think it’s gonna be?” you asked Jessica with curiosity.

“Who knows? It is always up to the football team” she said pointing toward Zach and the other guys on the football team.

They called Jessica to announce the Prom King and Queen as she was the class president. Jessica walked right into the middle of the room and took the envelope where the names were mentioned.

She read and every soul in the room was looking at her with suspicion, she built up the suspense and finally said “I can never be happier to announce these two names as Prom King and Queen. Are you all ready to know?”

“Yes!” Everybody yelled in excitement.

“Y/N and Clay what the hell are you doing there? Come here because the Prom Queen is Y/N Y/L/N, and the Prom King is Clay Jensen. Come and collect your tiaras.”

Clay and you saw each other in disbelief as the unexpected had happened. You thought that Charlie and Alex were going to be prom kings but here you were receiving the title of Prom Queen. Jessica put the crown over Clay’s head, and you bowed to let Jessica put the tiara. When Jessica did her part, you looked at the audience and made eye contact with Zach as he raised his glass to you both. “Thank you” you mouthed to him.

“This one’s for two of the most important people in my life” announced Tony while playing ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran.

He knew how much you loved the song, and he played the song at the right moment.

“May I have this dance?” Clay’s question caught your attention and your eyes started shining.

Clay offered his hand, and you instantly took his hand. Clay kissed the back of your hand like a gentleman. You bowed and then held each other in a dancing position.

Clay’s hand slid down to your waist holding you close, and your hands rested on his shoulders. Gazing into each other’s eyes you both started dancing while your legs moved in perfect sync you teased Clay “Who knew this nerd could dance?”

“Well as you say, I am full of surprises.”

You felt ecstatic and calm dancing with Clay like you had nothing to worry about. The lyrics ‘I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me…’ echoed in the background.

You looked at Clay and said, “Clay Jensen, I think I am in love with you.”

“Did you just use both my names in a single sentence?” he teased.

“Come on Clay, you’re ruining the moment.”

Clay chuckled and replied, “Sorry, I know I am in love with you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I am in love with you Clay Jensen.”

 ‘I don’t deserve this…’

‘You look perfect tonight…’

Clay swirled you around and your body collided as he held you tight like he was never letting you go.

“Kiss, Kiss, Kiss” the crowd started shouting in unison.

You looked at Clay and said, “Seems like it’s time for some PDA Jensen.”

Clay smiled and crashed his lips onto yours, the kiss was desperate yet gentle. After you both had your moment, the crowd joined the dance floor, and you danced in Clay’s arms for the rest of the night.

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Clay abided by your father’s rule of getting you back to your place by eleven. As you both were not party people at all you decided to ditch the after-party. You both sat down on the couch in your bedroom and helped yourself to some hot chocolate.

The first thing you did after reaching your home was to get out of that dress and realize how good it feels to finally be able to breathe again. You lay your head on Clay’s chest and he put his arm around you as you both sipped your hot chocolate.

“Clay?” you called him out.

“Yeah?”

“I got a mail today, I got into Princeton.”

Clay removed his hand from your shoulder and sat up straight.

“Wow, that’s… great. But you are not going right?” asked Clay in apprehension.

“Clay… Princeton has been my dream college since I was a little kid. Of course, I want to go.”

“You’ll go all the way across the country? What about…us? We all know long distance never works” said Clay standing up.

You tried to convince him “Clay come on, it’s my college we are talking about.”

“So, all that ‘I love you shit was fake huh? You were playing with me this whole time, right?!” He sounded furious.

He started walking out of the room in a rage, but you tried to stop him “Clay please stay. Talk to me.”

Clay shed a tear and whimpered “I am too tired to fight right now Y/N. I should probably leave.”

He left and slammed your bedroom door. Tears started running down your eyes. You were asking questions yourself; did you just ruin a perfect relationship? Did you just hurt the most wonderful boy you have ever met? The hurt caused was not intentional, but you still felt guilty, you ruined your perfect night with the boy you love. Maybe Clay was right, maybe you were graduating single from high school.

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[kywaslost]

Hi could you do one with tony padilla where the reader is clay sister/ sibling her and tony habe like eacthotber for a long time but there too scared to tell eacthother they eventually do tell eacthother after thr whole hannah thing and end up being inseparable after that

I'm sorry but I don't write for him anymore

[anna-lupin-black]

I know I don’t write/post Smut on this account, especially not one that doesn’t involve Harry Potter characters, but whilst watching 13 Reasons Why; my love for Tony Padilla has corrupted me

A Rare Exception - Tony Padilla X Female Reader

Tony’s best friend finds herself falling for him. Little does she know his one exception for loving women just so happens to be her.

Written for a friend

Warning: SMUT, F/M Smut, Dom/Sub undertones

A/N: I do not ever agree with LGBT Erasure, but I do also acknowledge that Sexuality is a Spectrum; and there are Gay Men who do fall in love with women, it doesn’t make them any less gay, just as there are straight people who can fall in love with someone of the same gender as them, it doesn’t make them any less straight. This was a request I was given and will not read any hate on the subject. Constructive criticism is always welcome as long is it’s meant with the best intentions.

“[Y/N], get in the car.”

I turn around from talking to my best friend Alex; a boy with blonde hair who’s dark roots are already showing after having bleached it merely a month beforehand. Alex is thin, with deep blue eyes and an easy enough going personality. We’ve been friends since I transfered to Liberty High last fall.

The voice came from my friend, Tony. If I were to say I didn’t find him attractive, I’d be a bigger liar than anyone in this school; and if you know anything about the students in Liberty High, you’d know that was saying something. Tony has beautiful olive toned skin, carmel brown eyes, stylishly messy brown hair, a body of a machanic; because he is one, and tattoos that make him even more interesting than he already is. His eyes show a maturity well beyond our years, and his calm and level head is always welcome in our hot headed friend group.

The downside, he’s gay... and I’m a chick. So, definitely not his type at all.

“Tony, I’m supposed to go to the gym with Alex and Zach tonight... I told you that earlier when you asked if I had plans today?” I’ve been having a hard time being alone with Tony now that I’ve begun developing feelings for the Latino Machanic who stole my heart with how kind and selfless he is. We used to spend hours in his garage, I’d chat while he worked on cars for his Papá.

“We weren’t go-“ I elbow Alex in the ribs and shoot him a glare that plainly states for him to shut the hell up before I make him. It seems to work perfectly as he sighs and corrects himself by adding, “Oh, right. That was today, I must have forgot, brain damage and all.”

I roll my eyes as I turn back to Tony, “Ignore him, he’s an idiot.”

“Hey,” I shoot Alex another look and he just sighs.

“Where’s Dempsey?” Tony asks, pointedly.

I know my face shows a sudden look of uncertainty as I turn back to Alex, “Yeah... wh-where is Zach?”

Alex very obviously gives me the You Owe Me eyes before explaining, “He’s meeting us there.”

Tony raises an eyebrow at us, and I think we would have gotten away with our story if Alex’s dad; a man who looks alarmingly like the man who plays Lucifer from that TV Series, Supernatural, hadn’t pulled up rolled the window down and asked, “Ready to go to your follow up with the Doctor, Kid.”

Alex shrugs an apology at me before getting in the front seat saying, “Yeah, Dad.”

“Hey, [Y/N]. Do you need a ride home, its on the way?”

“No, Sir. I’m taking [Y/N] home today.” Tony speaks up. I hadn’t noticed him getting out of his car abd jump at rhe proximity of his voice. He’s now stood right beside me.

Deputy Standall eyes me and Tony for a moment before asking, “You alright, [Y/N]?”

I glance at Tony trying to ignore the heat his body’s giving off before faking a smile for Alex’s dad and saying, “Yeah, Tony’s an old friend of mine, he helped fix my mom’s car when we first got to town. I’m good.”

“If your sure.?”

I nod, “I am, thank you though. Say hello to Mrs. standall for me.”

“Will do.”

When they drive off Tony let’s the silence drag on a minute too long before he speaks up, “So you lied to me?” I look up at him, and my stomach clenches painfully at the obvious look of hurt on his angular face.

“Tony-“

“If you don’t want to spend time with me, tell me. Don’t fucking lie about it.” His voice is laced with the anger he keeps very well under wraps most of the time.

“It’s not that, it-“

“Then what is it? Because you’ve been avoiding me. Spending a lot of time with Standall, too.” He pulls a look of disgust before adding, “Unless you’ve been lying about that.”

“No, I really have been spending a lot of time with Alex and Zach at the gym, you can ask Caleb.” I will admit, I’d hoped that bringing up Tony’s boyfriend would soften his expression even if only a little, but it seems to harden his expression even more, his eyes turning icy.

“Caleb and I broke up. You’d have known that if you hadn’t been dodging me all month. Por el amor de Dios.”

“Tony... you know I don’t speak Spanish...”

He shoots me a glare so I close my mouth. “We’re supposed to be friends. I’ve been a good friend.”

“I know... you’ve been a great friend! I just- I’m sorry. About not being around as much. About Caleb... I’m sorry for it all.”

“Great. Fantastic.” He huffs out a breath.

“I’m... free now...” I say, hesitantly.

“What, no imaginary gym sessions anymore? You aren’t going to try and tell me that you and Dempsey are still supposed to meet at the gym?”

I give him an apologetic look and repeat, “I’m sorry I lied, Tony... I really am. “

“Get in the car, we can talk after we go to the diner.”

I give him a questioning look so he shrugs and says, “Primero comemos, luego hacemos todo lo demás.”

“Still don’t speak Spanish.” I mutter as we get into his cherry red mustang.

“First we eat, then we do everything else.” Tony explains, putting his keys into his car and starting it up before shifting his stick into drive and off we go.

“Oh...” I reply, lamely.

Once we finish eating, Tony clasps his hands in front if him and leans forward slightly onto the table between us and says, “So, are you going to tell me what’s been up with you?”

I bite my lip, not really sure what to tell him.

I’ve fallen for you, but your gay so just ignore me?

I have a crush on you, but know you’d never feel the same, so it’s whatever?

Or how about; I love you, go ahead and run out of my life because I; of course, do not have a penis.

“Just talk to me, [Y/N].”

I shake my head a little, looking down at the pattern in the wood of the table between us, “I can’t...” I admit, softly. I’m not even sure he can hear me.

“Okay, I’ll talk. Do you know why I broke up with Caleb?” I glance at him briefly, seeing an almost vulnerability in his eyes before my sight is back on the very interesting wooden table. I shake my head, my throat becoming too dry to speak.

“It’s because in all my life of liking men. I’ve somehow developed feelings for a girl.”

That surprises me, and I look at him, knowing my eyes are wide as an owls. “Oh...” I respond, softly. My mind reeling.

“Do you want to know who she is?” He asks, pointedly.

I shake my head, “I’m pretty sure I’d rather not...”

“Why is that?” He asks, his tone giving nothing of what’s going on in his mind away.

I look up at him, and realize I wasn’t imagining the vulnerable look in his eyes, the only sign he is slightly uncomfortable with this conversation.

“I guess I just don’t understand why you aren’t just telling her.”

“Cabrona.” He mutters and I sigh, frustrated.

“Cabrona what? I don’t know her,” I respond, my tone much harsher than I’d intended it to be.

I can’t help but feel the green monster we all know way too well as jealousy, Tony being attracted to someone else. A girl no less. Cabrona... she sounds French. I bet she has a perfect tan; one I’d never be able to manage. She’s probably as thin as a supermodel to top it off, bet she has blue eyes and her black hair that shines like only black hair can.

He smirks, a hint of humor now appearing in those nervous eyes, “Cabrona isn’t a girl’s name. I called you a dumbass. “

I’m taken a back by that. “What? Why?” I ask, incredulously.

“Because at certain times you are as clueless as Clay.”

I go to respond, but find no response willingly coming to me. Instead I just stare at him, my mouth more open then I’d particularly like it to be. I probably looked like a dumbass at this time if I’m being honest with myself.

“Do I honestly have to spell it out for you?”

“No,” I lie, irritated. He’s treating me like he does Clay. And I do not approve of it.

“It’s you, Mujer Loca.”

“You did not just call me crazy- wait... what did you just say..?” I feel all the color in my body heating up my cheeks as I register more than the word Loca, the Spanish word for crazy; one of the only words I actually can understand.

“It’s you.” He’s looking into my eyes, and I’d assume he was confident and sure of himself as he confesses what he seems to feel the need too; but his eyes give his anxiety away, and it melts my heart.

I wish I could respond. Wish I knew how to respond. But my tongue seems to have tied itself inside of my mouth as my mid fogs over and slows the world around me down.

“It’s your turn.” He states, his calmness shattering slightly with the rush of his words.

“It’s... what..?”

“I told you my secret, now tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Oh...” is the only word I can manage.

After a minute of heavy silence, he runs his hand through his very perfect hair and says, “[Y/N], you’ve got to say something.”

“Right...” and all of a sudden, his confession catches up with me, and my heart has the audacity to soar inside of my chest, leaving my stomach to be filled with butterflies. A burst of confidence fills me for just enough time for me to be honest, “I’ve developed feelings for my gay best friend... and I never even entertained the possibility of you ever liking me back.”

A breathless smile spreads across his face, lighting his golden eyes up and actually helping him look his age. “You do?” He clarifies.

I nod, my confidence having been spent with my own confession, and now my heart is beating quick enough for me to wonder if having a mutual crush could give you a heart attack.

Tony and I are laying on my couch watching Supernatural on my television, my head is laid comfortably on his chest, listening to his heart beating steadily, my hands in his resting on the blanket covering the both of us.

“Why does Deputy Standall look like-“

“Lucifer? Thank you! I thought I’d be the only one who could see the uncanny resemblance!” I exclaim, turning to look Tony in the eyes... only as I move, I feel Tony tense under me. “Are you okay?” I ask, worriedly. “Did I hurt you? I told you I was too heavy to lay on you!”

He shakes his head, his eyes once again the only thing with any honest expression. Only, I can’t quite read them this time, he has a look in his eyes that have darkened and lightened at the exact same time, leaving a mesmerizing swirl within them. He merely shakes his head, obviously hiding something.

“What..?” I ask, hesitantly.

“Nothing,” he responds far too evenly.

I cock my head to the side, not giving up. “If you need me to get up, I can.” I say, moving to get up, but he pulls me back to him, and it’s this action that allows me to feel something poking my lower back as I’m brought back to lying on top of my boyfriend. “Oh...” I accidentally let out with my realization.

“Hmm?” He says, trying to sound casual, but now I know otherwise.

“Oh, nothing.” I reply, my voice turning sickly sweet as I attempt to hide my smirk. This could be fun.

I give us a few moments, before I pretend to adjust my position to find a more comfortable one, making sure to pointedly rub against his hard on, purposely humming in comfort as I do so. I feel him stiffen once again underneath me, and even feel the slight movement of my hair indicating an outtake of breath being released from him.

“You okay?” I ask, as causally as I can while hiding my smirk.

“I’m fine, yeah.” Tony responds, his voice slightly gruffer than usual, and I have to work at hiding my accomplished giggle.

“Are you sure? You sound a bit... off?” I ask, trying to continue to sound as innocent as I can.

“Just watching the show.” Is his response.

I nod, and wait a few minutes before adjusting again, making sure to wiggle against his bulge a few times as I do so. I hear a soft groan that came right from his chest and I bite my lip to hide the smirk that is becoming increasingly hard to hide.

“Maldita sea, mujer.” He mutters under his breath as he puts his hands firmly on both of my sides, effectively stilling my movements.

“Tony, Love. I can’t understand you when you aren’t speaking English.”

He let’s out what I can only describe as a frustrated sigh, “Never mind.” He grunts.

I move, forcing my face into what I hope is a convincing concerned expression as I turn to face him, again making sure to brush against his hard on. “What’s wrong, Love?”

He eyes me a moment before an undeniable look of understanding appears on his face and I realize the gig is up. “Una tomadura de pelo.” He growls out, making my insides light up in a flame of arousal. As much as I want him to believe that it annoys me when he speaks Spanish; it’s all a lie. It’s honestly one of the more sexy things about him. But I would never let him know what it does to me, I’d never have a moments peace if he knew.

“I still don’t speak Spanish.”

“I called you a tease.” He responds, a fire lighting up behind his darkening brown eyes.

“I personally prefer the term Brat.” I respond with as much confidence as I can muster. We’ve never discussed sexual preferences, and if he isn’t into anything but vanilla, I could be sorry I said anything.

“Is that right?” He asks, darkly.

I feel my confidence dwindle as I can’t read his face, instead of responding I bite my lip and merely nod.

He smirks, and I feel my heart speeding up. “Naughty girl,” I feel my arousal increase at how deep and in control his voice seems to become as though a switch had been flipped. “What should I do with you, huh?”

I feel my ego and confidence build together at how accepting he seems to be, and it’s as though a dark weight had been lifted from me. “You could always fuck me?” I suggest, smirking at him mischieviously.

“Good things come to those who wait,” he replies, a look in his eyes that makes me melt.

“But waiting isn’t fun, ...Sir.” I test out the name hesitantly, but I see him swallow and close his eyes, when he opens them his eyes have turned predetory.

“Primero comemos, luego hacemos todo lo demás.”

I whine, “But I’m not hungry for food, Tony.”

“Well I’m starving,” he responds, a knowing look in his deep eyes. “What time did you say your parents would be home?”

“Not till tomorrow..?” I respond, slowly.

“Good, let’s go to your room.”

I raise an eyebrow, “I thought you were hungry.” I chellenge.

“Oh, I am.” His words are said with conviction. I feel my cheeks heat up as I stand up and lead him up the stairs of my home to my bedroom.

He moves inside, and I’m a little nervous as his eyes take in my bedroom, moving over the band posters litering my walls, photographs I’ve taken from my old home, filled with the smiles of old friends, my family. Some sketches are left on my end table, and as I close my bedroom door behind us he has made his way across the wooden floor to look at the drawing I’ve been working on, as well as the sketches underneath it, the first few sketches of him that I’d given up on for numerous reasons.

He holds the one I’ve deemed worth continueing and says, “This is me.” It wasn’t a question.

I nod, looking at the sketch where I’d managed to capture his eyes and scruff almost perfectly, but am still struggling to perfect his hair correctly.

“It’s really good.”

I shake my head, laughing nervously, “No, I can’t quite get your hair right...”

He places the papers back onto my nightstand and sits on my pillowtop twin bed, bouncing a little as he does.

It’s now that I notice my nervs reflecting in his expressive eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything,” I tell him, gently.

His eyes meet mine, confusion now replacing the nervs. “Do you not want to?”

A small laugh escapes my lips, “How could I not want to?” I exclaim a little more enthusiastically than I’d planned.

“Then why..?”

I bite my lip, my own insecurities filling my head. I want to yell that I’m not a man. That I don’t have the parts he desires. That I am heavier than either of the exes I’ve seen him with. That he is way out of my league and that I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t want to have sex with me.

He pats my bed, “Come, talk to me.”

I move slowly towards my bed and hesitantly sit next to him, and he wraps a muscular arm around me, pulling me to him so that I can rest my head comfortably underneath his chin as he begins rubbing my back soothingly. “What’s wrong?” He asks, kindness and worry obvious in his tone.

“Can I ask you a question... without offending you?” I whisper.

“You can ask me anything,” I feel him place a soft kiss on top of my head.

“Are you sure you want to be with me?”

He pulls me away from him, making sure to look me in the eyes as he responds, “Why wouldn’t I want to be with you?”

“Because your gay...”

A small understanding smile plays across his lips, “I am. But I am also in love with this really kind girl. One who makes my heart skip a beat whenever she looks my way. One who makes me want to be the best version of myself. I have fallen completely in love with you. And that happens sometimes. And I am so honored that you love me as well. And if you want me as much as I want you, I would really enjoy the chance to make love to you.”

I feel how heavy this conversation has gotten, so I quickly try to lighten the mood, “That’s so cheesy.”

He chuckles softly, stooping to peck my lips, “Well I could have said I’d like to fuck your brains out, but I thought that’d ruin the mood.”

My stomach clenches at the huskiness of his voice, and once again his eyes swirl with a mix of darkness and light that has my mind fogging up. “I mean... I’m not apposed to option number two at all,” I tease, glad the mood is back to playfully flirtatious.

“Oh really?” He asks, moving so that I have to lean back into a laying position, as he hovers above me, one if his knees resting inbetween my thighs and the heat from his body wrapping around me.

“Maybe... or maybe you’re still hungry?”

He smirks, and leans down, his facial haur tickling my face as he kisses me deeply.

His lips move against mine quickly, and I respond enthusiastically. At a certain point his pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, causing a soft moan to leave my lips and give his tongue the chance to start a battle for dominance with my own.

I know I can’t win, and eventually I allow myself to melt into his dominance, earning a growl from his chest as me moves and starts littering kisses down my neck to my ear where he places a hot kiss right underneath it, a small whimper releasing itself from my mouth. I feel him smile against my skin right before he nips and then sucks a love mark into my skin, a moan making itself known from my lips.

He then moves his lips so I can feel his hot breath against my ear before he whispers seductively, “Not much of a tease now, Mi Amor.”

I feel my arousal increase at his words, but can’t let him win so easily. I bring my my hand down his back, move around his waist tracing his perfeft V-Line to his happy trail and then palm his impressive bulge over his jeans. I feel his hips flex and him twitch underneath my palm.

I only get the satisfaction for a moment before he bites my earlobe and as my eyes involuntarily close he grabs both my wrists in one of his hands and pulls them above my head. As I open my eyes in mild shock, I’m met with those mesmerizing eyes as he tuts at me, “I told you earlier, good things happen to those who wait.” He moves the knee between my legs so that it presses and rubs against my clothed pussy and my head falls back onto my pillows, the slight friction against my needing cunt isn’t enough, I need more. And he knows it.

“Eyes on me, Mi Amor.” I allow my eyes to flutter open as he lets my wrists free and sits up, and without breaking eye contact he unbuttons his shirt slowly, showing me the inked skin on his chest, one button at a time. I watch, breathless as he removes the shirt from his shoulders and allows me to admire his bare and muscular torso, from his prominant pecks, down to his V-Line, and then to the mouth watering happy trail that leads into to his jeans.

“May I?” He asks, gently, tugging at the end of my own top, and I nod my head; only to have him shake his, “I’m going to have to hear you say it, [Y/N].”

“Please, Tony.” I beg, softly; assuming that’s what he’s looking for.

He leans forward and gives me another mind blowing kiss, one that has me dizzy when he pulls away before repeating, “I need you to tell me that I can take off your shirt.”

I nod, “You can take my shirt off. You can take everything off.” My words sound rushed and breathy to my ears.

He smiles before his face returns to the stoic look of a man in control as he helps me sit up so he can pull my t-shirt over my head; exposing my cream colored bra underneath. I should have warn my nice black one. I would have if I were prepared for this to have happened.

“Can I?” He asks again, as one of his callased hands run along my brastrap.

“Yes.” I breathe, and he follows the string to my back, meeting his other hand at the clasp.

He starts pulling on it, but it isn’t long before I hear him mutter, “Mierda.” Under his breath.

“Can I help?” I ask, biting my lip as I take in his look of utter consintration. After a moment he sighs, and nods.

I smile and move my hands behind my back to unclasp my bra for him. He takes over gently pulling each strap down my arms individually. And once my chest is exposed to him; I hold my breath, closing my eyes. I don’t want to see his expression as the reality of my femininity is revealed to him.

“Hermosa.” It’s whispered, and like most of his Spanish vocab, I don’t understand the word; but I do hear the admiration in his voice and it allows me to relax again.

His hands softly, almost hesitantly lay themselves on my breasts. I sigh out softly. That’s when he pinches my nipples, and I can’t help the pleasured gasp from escaping my lips. And then I feel it, his mouth wrap itself around my left nipple, and suck, his tongue running over it. Another moan escapes without my permission.

He pleasures my breast with his mouth and then releases it, blowing cold air onto the wet nipple. He then switches to my right, giving it the same treatment.

Once he’s finished his intoxicating treatment of my breasts, he begins to leave a trail of kisses down my stomach, causing me to squirm underneath him, needing him to move faster, willing him to remove my jeans quicker.

“If you don’t stop moving, I’ll start over.” His growl has my breath hitching, as does the nip to my hip bone. “Do you understand?” I nod, quickly. “Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I understand.”

He stops his decent, and I whine. “There’s still one word missing from that sentence, Mi Amor.”

My breath hitches with a new wave of arousal. “Yes I understand, Sir.” I breathe out.

“Good girl, now keep still.” I nod, and he moves his lips to the opposite hip bone, mapping out his path with wet open mouthed kisses, taking his time to occasionally nip, or suck as he sees fit.

When he reaches the middle of my stomach he stops again and I whine, “I haven’t moved.”

“I know, your being so good for me. Now, can I take your jeans off?”

“Yes, please.” I beg.

He pops the button and even takes the time to unzip my pants. He taps my hip to have me raise my ass so he can pull my pants down without resistance. I listen immediately, letting him leak the skin tight jeans down my legs and I hear him throw them down somewhere in my room. My eyes are still closed as I allow him to undress me.

He tugs on my panties, asking once more, “Can I?”

“Please, please take them off.” I beg, desperately. I need him. I need him now.

He pulls them down at such a torturous speed that I have half a mine to rip them off myself.

Finally he has me completely undressed and I hear another zipper, when I open my eyes I see him peeling his own pants off, leaving him in black Calvin Klines.

He looks up at me, his eyes showing slight uncertainty as he speaks this time, “I’ve never... with a girl. I’ll need a little, direction.”

I smile at him, trying to keep my voice even as I ask, “Well what exactly do you have planned?”

He smirks before stating, “Well I’d like to get you off before actually fucking you. Get you nice and wet for me. Maybe even make you beg for me before I give you what you really want.”

It takes me a second to compose myself again, his words causing my thoughts to swarm. “Uh... well... if you’d just, uh... fuck.” I swear, before taking a deep breath. “My clit. Please rub my clit, Sir.” I beg, finding the words I’m searching for.

He nods, and his thumb comes into contact with my bundle of nerves before he creates a teasing pattern of rubbing figure eights onto my nerves, then as I’m just getting to the edge, slowing down and rubbing nice long circles around it.

After the fourth build up I huff out a disappointed groan into my left arm that I have draped over my face.

I hear his dark chuckle, “It isn’t so nice to be teased, is it?” I bite my lip once more, understanding his games.

A loud shocked moan leaves my lips as one of his long fingers are inserted inside of me and pulled out in a slow drag, before being plunged back in. “Use your words.” He demands.

“No. No it’s not.” I gasp out, another moan ripping itself out of me as he adds another finger to the mix, this one has his cold ring on his, and I can just barely feel it with every insertion. The feeling mixed with his thumb still rubbing figure eights against my clit has me gasping in between moans.

As I feel my orgasm building this time, my thighs begin to shake. “Hold it.” He demands, his voice like honey.

I shake my head, “I can’t.” I gasp out.

“You can and you will. 5.” My body begs for release as he continues his actions. “4.” The cold brush of his ring hits my clit just briefly. “3.” His figure eights quicken slightly. “2.” The tip of his middle finger brushes against my g-spot unexpectedly and I have to bite my knuckle to keep from screaming out. Every part of my concentration is being used not to let myself fall over the edge. “Come for me, Mi Amor.” His permission sets off my release, and I feel the tingles inside of me exploding around his fingers, pulsing around him as pleasure spreads throughout my body.

He continues as I come down from my high before pulling his fingers out and wiping them on his boxers.

He looks at me, and I can see the pride that he’s trying to hide shining through as he pulls off his boxers.

I swallow as I take in the sight of his generous size in all it’s thick and veiny glory.

He moves, so he’s once again hovering over me, placing a kiss to my lips that has me wanting more.

When he pulls away, he has me meet his eyes as he says, “May I?”

I nod, “Please. Please, Tony.”

He braces his weight in his left hand as he uses his right to position himself before slowly sinking into my heat, a moan falling from my lips as he pulls back.

When he sinks in again, his pace picks up, an amazing push and pull rhythm is found, and soon I’m moving my hips to meet him thrust for thrust, his groans of pleasure right next to my ear sounds like the best form of music I’ve ever heard. My moans filling the air just as freely.

Our bodies move like one as we build to our release. He moves his right hand back down and begins rubbing my clit once again, my hands grasping onto his shoulders for dear life.

“Eso es. Al igual que esa bebe.” His words fill my mind and bring me spiraling towards my release, even without understanding them. “Mierda. Si eso es. Eso es perfecto, Mi Amor.”

“I’m so close...” I gasp out mid moan.

“Cum for me. Vamos, Mi Amor. Let go for me.”

My body releases with an overwhelming euphoria. My eyes closing tight as I pulse around him. Waves of pleasure crashing around me.

After a moment, I feel him still above me, and a deep primal groan breaks its way out of his mouth before he buries his face into the crook of my neck, nibbling at the tender skin there.

After a moment, he rolls off of me, pulling me to his chest to bathe in the afterglow.

[misguidedswagger]

are people still writing for 13rw??

should i … should i go back to that?

i kinda REALLLLLYYYY fuckin want to.

[new-to-this123]

Monty’s Revenge

As per requested

May I please request a monty x girlfriend reader? where she was raped too and he does everything he can for her and ruins Bryce..  lots of fluff and smut

(I know the request asks for smut, but the direction I took this story, smut didn't fit. When you read it, you'll see why but I hope you'll still like it though) 

 Monty X reader 

warning: swearing, drug use, alcohol, mention and details of rape, fighting 

word count: 2061

NOTES: I haven't posted in a LOOOOONG time. Now that I'm done with school I definitely have more time so I'm hoping to get all my requests caught up!  I hope you guys like this one. 

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Y/N journal entry

August 27th 2016

Tonight Kat is hosting a party at  her neighbors house. Kats parties are always a good time. Maybe I can get Monty to notice me tonight, who knows, I know people say he's troubled but there's something about him that i just love. 

Anyways i guess i'll let you know how this party goes.  

August 28th 2016

Well lets just say that yesterday didn't go as planned but it was a goodnight! 

I don't remember anything from the party. The only thing I remember is talking with Monty, and Bryce outside of Hannah's house. I was very drunk and so was monty. I woke up in the clubhouse with monty. We both don't know if we slept together, but I think we may have. The signs were all there, I have a few hickeys on my neck, and there's definitely cum in my panties. 

Monty and I hung out all afternoon, then he drove me home. 

Monty kissed me before I left and said he can't wait to see me at school tomorrow! 

I'm so happy! 

Present day (March 2018) 

Y/N was sitting at the lunch table with her boyfriend Monty when Jessica, Clay and Justin show up and sit. 

“Hey Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” Jessica asked

“Why?” Y/N asked, since Jessica never really talked to her. 

“It has to do with the trials” Justin  added. 

“Look Y/N has nothing to do with that so leave her out of it” Monty said defensively placing his hand on Y/N’s lap. 

Jessica looks over at Clay and Justin, and takes a deep breath. 

“Y/N there's something i need to show you and it's not easy.” 

“ok ……. So show me” 

“Not here Y/N” Clay adds

“Why not? Anything you have to tell me you can tell Monty!” 

Jessica slides over two pictures.

Y/N looks down at the first one and ,in the corner, she sees Monty passed out on a chair, and in the middle is a naked and passed out Y/N. 

In the second one, Bryce is taking a selfie of him raping Y/N. 

“Where the fuck did you get these?” Monty yelled, grabbing both pictures.

“When were they taken? How did you get these?” Y/N asked with tears filling her eyes.

“There's a box full of them. But i can't tell you when it was.” jessica replied

“We were hoping you would be able to tell us when this happened.” Justin added

“I mean, i.. I don't know, i can't think of a time that i was left alone with Bryce in the clubhouse, Monty has never let that happen.” Y/N replies. 

Jessica, Justin and Clay look over at Monty. 

“Don't fucking look at me! I didn't let this happen!! Im gonna fucking kill him.” Monty said aggressively.

“NO! Let me go talk to Bryce.. ALONE” Y/N said looking at all four of her peers. 

“I want answers and he's the only one who can give them to me.”  

“No way Y/N!” Monty said

“Are you insane?” Clay added

Y/Ns Texts

Y/N: Hey Bryce, wanna grab a coffee at monets after school? 

Bryce: why? Sick and tired of De La Cruz? Never thought you’d last this long anyways. 

Y/N: urg meet me there at 3

“There meeting with him after school, if you don't want me alone you guys can sit at the back of monet's” Y/N said standing up, grabbing the pictures from Monty and leaving. 

“You guys don't come! He’ll know somethings up” Monty said, pointing at Jessica, Justin and Clay.

“Protect her Montgomery” Justin said, looking him right in the eyes. 

Monty walked after Y/N. 

Y/N walked into Monets and saw Monty in the back with Taylor and Kenneth.

“Urg of course he'd bring his lackeys” Y/N thought to herself as she looked at Taylor and Kenneth.

Y/N orders herself a coffee and sits at a table in the middle of Monets, and waits for Bryce. 

At 3;15pm Bryce walked in, went up to the counter, ordered himself a coffee and joined Y/N. 

“Sorry I'm late, got caught up with some of the guys.” Bryce said as he sat down.  

“All cool” Y/N replied

“So what did you wanna talk about huh? Monty being an ass?” Bryce asked with a big smile on his face. 

“No i wanted to ask you when this happened” Y/N said as she slipped him the selfie of Bryce raping her. 

The smile on Bryce's face quickly changed to anger. He leaned forward on  the table and whispered “where the fuk did you get these?” 

“When did it happen Bryce?” 

“When do you think?” Bryce scoffed. 

“ I don't know, that's why i'm asking you?”

“Just know that you wanted it. You were moaning my name the whole time.” 

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and asked Bryce again 

“When did it happen?” 

“When did you wake up in the clubhouse with Monty alone?” Bryce replied with a smirk on his face. 

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and suddenly memories of that night flashed through her head.

Hannah’s Party

Y/N is standing outside, holding a beer, sharing a joint with Monty. 

“You know i was telling Bryce on our way here that i hoped you were here tonight.” Monty said as he passed Y/N the joint.  

“I was hoping you'd be here too Monty” Y/N replied, taking a hit off the joint and coughing. 

“Do we have a newbie here” Bryce said as he walked up and wrapped his arm around Y/N.

“ Yes it is” monty replied laughing. 

Y/N walked back into the party and spent all night drinking and smoking with Monty.

Near the end of the night Y/N and Monty were clearly very drunk and high. Y/N was using monty as her support and monty was using Y/N as his. 

Bryce walked up to them “lets go kids! let's get you home” he said as he placed himself between the both Y/N and Monty and wrapped his arms around both of their shoulders.

Bryce walked them to his car, he helped Y/N into the front seat and Monty in the back.

As he was getting ready to drive off bryce said “now now don't fucking puke in my car” 

“No promises” monty drunkenly said from the back, laying down on the back seat, closing his eyes and passing out. 

Bryce placed his hand on Y/N laps. Even in her highly intoxicated state she thought his hand was a little too high up on her thigh and tried to move it. 

“Shhh baby it's ok” Bryce said as he smiled and squeezed her thigh a little harder. 

They got to the clubhouse and Bryce carried Y/N in and laid her on the couch. 

“Monty” was all Y/N could mumble in her intoxicated state. 

“He's in the car babygirl. You're ok. I got you.” Bryce said as he started pulling Y/N shirt off. 

“No” Y/N tried to mumble and squirm away but Bryce overpowered her and stripped her completely naked. 

“I know you want this. Everyone does” Bryce said as he started raping Y/N. 

“The night of Hannah's party. You were supposed to drive us home. Instead you went to the club house and staged the whole thing” Y/N replied, tears building up in her eyes. 

“Naw! Monty walked in on his own and sat in the chair after I got you undressed. And in casual Monty style he was too drunk to notice anything so when i finished i woke him up and told him he fucked you a while ago but i had to leave because it was late and he told me to leave you guys there. He took the credit and look,here you are two years later, still happily together. So why are you bitching, we all got what we wanted in the end” 

Y/N looked at Bryce in disbelief. 

“We all got what we wanted?” Y/N asked a tear falling down her cheek. 

“You got the guy, he got the girl and I got an easy lay” Bryce smiled as he stood up and left. 

“YOU RAPED ME” Y/N yelled as Bryce left Monets and Monty ran to you. 

 “Baby what did he say?” Monty asked wiping away your tears. 

“You walked in when he raped me and you did NOTHING!!!!!!!” Y/N yelled as she pushed monty away running out of Monets. 

“Y/N!! BAAAABE! HOLD UP!” monty yelled running after Y/N. 

“NO! FUCK OFF MONTY!” Y/N screamed tears pouring down her cheeks. 

Monty walked away, angry and heartbroken at what his girlfriend told him. He got to Monets,where his car was parked, and got in and drove towards Bryces house. 

He got to Bryces and went straight for the guest house.

“YOU FUCKING SON OF BITCH” Monty yelled punching Bryce in the face. 

“What the fuck De La Cruz??” Bryce asked, pissed off.

“You raped my girlfriend!” monty replied. 

“She wasn't your girlfriend then and she wanted it! She was moaning my name the whole time” Bryce shot back pushing Monty.

 “NO!!! YOU RAPED Y/N!!!!” Monty yelled again, grabbing Bryce by the collar of his shirt.

“Your bitch wanted it! And if it weren't for that night you two wouldn't be together! So shut the fuck up before i beat you like you dad does” Bryce spat at Monty. 

In that moment Monty’s mind went black with anger and he jumped on Bryce and started punching him over and over again. Kenneth, Taylor, Marcus and Luke all tried to pull Monty off Bryce to no avail. 

“Monty! Stop!” Scott said as he pulled Monty up from the back of his shirt. 

“FUCK OFF” Monty yelled pushing scott, who stood his ground and grabbed monty wrists. 

“CALM THE FUCK DOWN” scott yelled at Monty, as he pulled him out the guest house, to his car. 

“He fucking raped Y/N” Monty told Scott.

“And you fucked him up. Youll be lucky if he doesnt fucking die dude” scott replied. 

“Good, he deserves it!” Monty said, getting into the passenger seat of his jeep. 

“Y/N’s parents are gone for the week, that's where we're going” Scott said as he got into the driver side and drove off. 

“Y/N open up it's me Scott” Scott said knocking and Y/N’s door. 

“Oh my god you are an impatient neighbor!” Y/N said as she opened the door. 

“OH MY GOD MONTY!!!” she yelled as she saw Monty's black eye and bloody nose. 

“You should see Bryce, he looks worse” Monty smiled. 

“Ya pretty sure he almost killed him” Scott replied. 

“You went after your best friend?” Y/N asked, leading Monty to the bathroom. 

“Of course I went after him! He hurt the love of my life, and lied to me about it. He’s lucky I didn't kill him.” Monty smiled. 

Y/N wiped the blood of his face and hands. 

“I love you Montgomery” Y/N said, bandaging his hands.

“I love you too Y/N” Monty replied kissing the top of Y/Ns head. 

“Hey you two im gonna head home i'll see you tomorrow.” Scott said, leaving and heading next door. 

“Let's go cuddle and watch a movie” Monty said wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders 

Y/N and Monty ordered a pizza and cuddled for three movies in her bed. 

“Y/N…” Monty said moving some hair out of Y/N’s eyes. 

“Ya?” Y/N replied butterflies in her stomach. 

“I really love you.” Monty said looking into Y/N’s eyes.

“Monty, i can't have sex, i don't know when ill be able to but I'm not comfortable with it right now. After finding out about Bryce, I don't know, i feel different” Y/N said tears building up in her. 

“ Hey baby girl, it's ok, I'm here for you no matter what and it doesn't matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you to be ready. I love you and I'm not going anywhere.” Monty replied wiping away Y/Ns tears and bringing her into a hug. 

[whyiwrite]

“Pass me that would you- no, no the other one. On your left. No… your other left.”

“Tony, there’s a million things laying here! Be specific!”

[lilxberry]

Perfectly Oblivious - Zach Dempsey

Synopsis;

You are certainly oblivious to Zach’s feelings towards you, as he is with yours. A misunderstanding leads to a confession from both ends.

Warnings: lil bit of angst maybe, language, low-key slow burn. I dunno, Bryce lmao. May be shitty due to this being my first bit of writing.

Words: 3,139

Pairing: Zachery ‘Zach’ Dempsey x Reader

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With an aggravated groan, Y/N stretched her limbs out whilst throwing a deadly glare towards their phone, which continuously blared out the awful sound of their alarm. Exhaling a long, sleep ridden sigh, she threw her warm, comfy covers off and proceeded to remove their fatigued body from the mattress to turn off the overly annoying tone that continues to taunt them and start their day.

Finally turning off the alarm that so rudely awoke them from their dreamy slumber, Y/N notices the text from her best friend Tony, notifying them that he'll be there to pick them up to head to school in 15 minutes.

Which was sent 10 minutes ago.

"Shit."

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Just as Y/N finished running around like a headless chicken trying to get ready for their day at hell, ahem, I meant school, the purr of the famous 'stang accompanied with a quick double honk of the horn could be heard just down the driveway of their house, notifying her of Tony's arrival.

Quickly doing a mental checklist, she gave herself a small nod of approval and ran straight through the door, speedily locking it behind them and sprinting down to the car.

As Y/N reached the red, metallic stead, she noticed a certain leather jacket clad friend not so successfully hiding his amusement over his friends' rushing about. Playfully narrowing her eyes at the boy in the drivers seat whilst settling into the front, Y/N spoke in an unamused tone. "Shut up."

"I-wha-I didn't even say anything," he spluttered slightly whilst trying to keep from bursting out with laughter when replying to his friend whose appearance was slightly dishevelled. Starting the engine of his car back up, he smirked slightly as he pulled off, side-eyeing his company for the ride. "I see you've had a wonderful morning."

"Fucking brilliant," she replied, rolling her eyes, trying to hide her own amusement.

"Hey! Watch your fucking language, kid!" Within moments of Tony's reply, they simultaneously exploded with boisterous laughs, so much so that if Y/N threw her head back any further, their skull would be through the headrest of the car seat.

Soon calming down from the ridiculous early morning banter, Tony glances towards his best friend resting her elbow on the car door, dangling their arm out the window and enjoying the breeze, he smiles and speaks up, breaking the blissful silence. "Sooooo, when are you going to ask out Dempsey, huh?"

Y/N flushes slightly, a soft pink tint rising up her neck and onto her cheeks, the tips of her ears feeling uncomfortably hot. "I am NOT asking him out, I'll look like a damn idiot T." they reply, shaking their head vigorously. "It's just friendly banter and homework talk between us anyways, no actual indication that the tall bastard likes me."

"Tall, handsome, bastard." He blatantly 'corrects' her, as if stating a well known fact, which it most definitely is. Chuckling slightly, he continues. "You haven't seen the way he looks at you when you aren't paying attention. He's got it bad, baby and so do you. So God help me, if you don't do something soon, I sure as shit am going to interfere like you won't believe." he finishes, shaking his head slightly with slowly pulling into a parking spot in the lot at school.

Letting out an exasperated yet sad sigh, she grabs her bag and gets out of the car, waiting for her 'short-stack' pal to exit the vehicle himself before linking her arm around his and make their way towards the entrance of the school.

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As they walked through the doors together, arm in arm, they are greeted by the regular bustling school body of Liberty High, occupying both sides of the hallways as they either loiter or obtain their textbooks needed for their classes of the day.

Once further into the busy building, Tony and Y/N part ways and head to their respective lockers to collect their own books for the day. When Y/N reaches her locker, she feels a gaze upon her as she focuses on collecting her books. As she's about to close her locker, the one and only Zachary Dempsey  appears beside her with a blinding smile that makes her swoon and weak at the knees.

She meets his eyes and notices the bright shine behind them, filled with happiness but also a hint of something else she can't quite put her finger on. Brushing the thought off, she returns the smile, beaming just as brightly at the taller male.

She chuckles softly, containing a hint of amusement and nervousness as she greets him. "Hey Dempsey."

"Y/L/N."

"And what do I owe the pleasure of being graced by your immaculate presence?" She giggles softly at her over dramatized question.

Zach shares a small chuckle with the girl. He looks down slightly to hide the inevitable flush of colour to his face. Though she quickly notices, she neglects the idea to bring it up and the corners of her mouth turn upwards more so slightly, smiling to herself victoriously.

"Well I was wondering you'd allow me the honours of walking to class with you fair maiden." He replies in a cheeky tone, speaking with just as much of a dramatized tone, looking back up to meet the gaze of the girl in front of him again.

She snorts out in laughter but quickly flushes with embarrassment, eyes widening slightly at the action. As she avoids his gaze, nervously playing with her fingers in hope of it comforting her in her time of embarrassment, his smile widens, believing it's the most beautiful and quite possibly the cutest sound he has ever heard a human make in the entirety of his existence. He gazes upon her adoringly but of course, she doesn't notice.

Deciding to help her out, he stands from his leaning position against the locker and looks at her expectantly as he speaks. "Well m'lady, will you allow my to escort you to communications class?" He raises an eyebrow as she looks up at him with a soft smile, blushing even more profusely. She nods her head and finally closes her locker as she starts walking along side him. He smiles victoriously and slings his arm over her shoulders as they continue walking to class, pulling her into his side.

'This is going to be a great day', they both so happened to think to themselves as they head towards their destination for first period.

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As the weeks progressed, Y/N noticed a slight change within Zach's behaviour around her. First came the sweet, kind gestures like carrying her bag as they walk to class together, then the flirty comments, making her blush madly as she would smile up at the basket ball player. But then it soon developed to more shared touches, his fingertips lingering on her skin, goosebumps rising along her arms and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand.

His touch feather light and delicate, as if she was the most precious, fragile thing in the world, sending a tingle up her spine every time they came into contact.

Y/N also noticed the way his jaw clenched whenever she laughed at Foley's jokes or when she became engrossed in a conversation with Atkins and gave him her undivided attention. He wanted that attention so badly for himself but that's something she certainly didn't see.

All these actions between the two often put the thought of "Does he actually like me back?" into her mind but she is just as quick to dismiss them with a shake of her head.

Surely he only likes her as a friend. Right?

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Y/N was heading towards the parking lot to meet up with Tony, her ride home, when an ear studded Jeff in all his decked out in letterman jacket glory jogged up to her and slung an arm over her shoulders, taking the poor, unsuspecting girl by surprise and making her jump slightly.

Looking up, she meets Jeff's gaze and gleaming smile as he chuckles. "Jesus Jeff, you scared the shit out of me." She huffs and pauses momentarily, holding her hand over her heart before resuming with walking, Jeff still slung over her two shoulders.

"Sorry Y/N/N." he laughs boisterously at her pouty expression.

"We need to put a fucking bell on you or something so you can't sneak up on people like that." She suggests playfully.

Jeff continues to chuckle, responding with a small shake of his head in amusement. "Are you saying I'm a pussy, Y/N?" He retorts back, giving her a slight smirk. "I wanted to know if you're coming to the party tonight at Bryce's."

"Yeah, I'll be there. For some reason, Jess and Hannah are actually pretty excited for it so they're forcing me and Clay to go. They've even roped T into going too somehow." Rolling her eyes, she smiles up at the boy.

"Glad to hear it. I'll see you later then." He winks at her and starts to walk away when he shouts back with a mischievous glint in his eye. "AND WEAR SOMETHING SEXY!"

She laughs loudly as she finally gets to Tony's car and climbs in, throwing her back on to the back seat and heading home ready to start preparing for the party later that night.

Throughout their interaction, Zach watched the whole thing from his spot in the parking lot next to his car with furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw. His fists balled up so tightly by his sides that his knuckles turned a ghostly white. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. Jeff knew of his not so little crush on Y/N and wanted to know what he was playing at. hell, he encouraged him to ask you out most of the time.

One way or another, he was finally going to ask you out tonight at the party. 'Before someone else does first', he thought bitterly to himself.

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Y/N gives herself a final once over in her full body length mirror, admiring her outfits that accentuates her features perfectly without being to revealing and uncomfortable. She beams at the handy work of her hair that works beautifully with her outfit for the night. With a pleased smile and a nod of her head, she grabs her phone and heads downstairs to wait in the living room for Tony to finally pick her up.

As she waits on the sofa, viewing her friends snapchat stories, she notices a certain tall, dark haired basket ball player in the background of Monty's snap talking to who she deducts to be Jenny. She notes how blissfully happy he seems to be while Jenny grasps at his biceps, pushing her breasts up and towards his arm, obviously flirting immensely.

With a disheartened huff, she locks her phone and continues waiting for her friend in silence.

'I knew he didn't like me, she's obviously his type'. Her saddening thoughts consumed her mind until the familiar rumble of an engine snapped her out of her revere. She grabbed her phone, making sure she had everything she needed before heading out the door, locking it behind her and hopping into the car, NOT looking forward to watching her long time crush have a girl hang off his arm all night like the worlds most irritating koala ever.

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Walking into the party, the music reverberated throughout the room, adding a thumping pressure on her chest. The music pounding loudly in her ears, she heads towards the kitchen, ready to have her first taste of alcohol that night, which will hopefully help her avoid him.

Upon entering the kitchen, Bryce, who was surrounded by a few other jocks, including Scott and Monty, took notice of Y/N and beckoned her over with a loud greeting and use of her name.

She looked up at the boy and gave him a small, sheepish smile. "Hey Walker." She may not like him greatly but she sees no harm in being civil as he did so too.

"Glad to see you came." He gave her a slight smirk, pulling his bottom lip in-between his teeth.

"Looking good Y/L/N!" Monty complimented loudly over the high volume of the music, giving you a once over with his eyes, looking you up and down. Scott seemingly doing the same.

"Uh, thanks guys." She flushes, more so from feeling uncomfortable under the stares of the jocks she had no interest in sticking around by. "I'm just gonna-uh-get a drink." She gives a tight lipped smile as she squeezes past and gains access to the beverages.

Finally finishing grabbing a drink, she makes haste towards the backyard where she assumes her friends would be. She unfortunately didn't find her friends and was greeted to the sight of a overly tipsy Zach playing beer pong with irritatingly loud Jenny cheering him on. Y/N rolls her eyes at the sight and speedily heads towards the opposite end of the yard.

Sighing, she sits on one of the few sun loungers surrounding the pool, starring sombrely into the amber liquid in her red solo cup. If the drink was a few shades darker, it would be like staring into his eyes, the eyes she wished would look at her filled with love and adoration.

Taking a big gulp, she chances a glance over towards where they had set up the game of beer pong, hoping to get a peek at the guy in question, although she didn't know whether she would like what she'd see.

To her surprise, Zach was already looking over in her direction with a sour face to match her mood. She quickly glanced back down, returning to glare and her drink in hand before taking another big gulp. She felt his gaze burn holes into her and she shifted uncomfortably.

Without so much as a warning, Zach had apparently made his way over without her noticing and sat down beside her on the sun lounger, startling her slightly.

"Hey." she greeted softly, fiddling with her nearly empty cup, basking in the awkward atmosphere, feeling the air surrounding them thick with tension.

"So, where's Jeff?" He questioned bitterly, causing her to furrow her eyebrows in confusion towards the boy sat beside her.

"What? Why would I know where Jeff is?" The confusion she's experiencing crystal clear in her tone of voice just as much as her expression, staring at the boy quizzically.

His jaw clenches slightly and he downs the rest of the liquid within his cup. Sighing heavily as he turns his body towards her, he has an unreadable expression on his own perfectly sculpted face, causing her to frown. "Because you're dating. Or are you messing with his feeling just like fucking mine." He snaps at her slightly. You open and close your mouth repeatedly, shocked by what you're hearing. Before you can ask what he means, he continues, slurring slightly from his consumption . "Yanno, I really like you, like really like you but you clearly just love messing guys around and fucking with their heads. First you lead me on, then you claw your way to Jeff. You've probably lead on half of the fucking school. You're just a bitch like the...rest..."

Zach trails off as he sees the tears building up and threaten to spill from your eyes at any second and he realises what he's done. He shakes his head vigorously with a sad expression upon his. "I-I-I didn't..I didn't mean that...I-I'm sorry..."

He kneels in front of her, taking Y/N's small hands into his larger ones and kisses her knuckles repeatedly, muttering apologies, so quietly that she barely hears them escape his mouth.

"Wh-uh-why wou-would you say tha-at?" She hiccups as she questions his hurtful words. She sniffles slightly and allows some of her tears to fall and roll down her cheek. The sight breaks Zach's heart and he berates himself in his head for hurting such a sweet and an amazing person. In truth, he knew she did nothing wrong but with his overthinking combined with his alcohol consumption, he couldn't help himself.

"I'm an idiot, I don't know, I am SOOOO sorry." He brings his hands up to cup her cheeks and wipe her tears away gently with the pads of his thumbs. "I've definitely ruined my chances now, huh?" He chuckles dryly, a lump forming in his throat.

She looks up at him shocked, cheeks stained with tears that slowly start to dry up. She sniffles and gives him and incredulous look, shaking her head. "You've got to be kidding me." She chuckles softly at his confused expression. "Do you know how long I've wanted to be with you. Jesus fucking Christ Zach. I thought you didn't like me so I sure as shit didn't make a move. I thought we were just friends with weird interactions and banter." She shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands as she lets out a small frustrated groan.

Zach removes her hands from her face and smiles up at her. "How could you seriously not realise that I like you? I made it way too painfully fucking obvious." He lets out a breathy laugh as he slowly moves closer to you. "You are so perfectly oblivious, you know that right?"

Y/N flushes a light pink as she giggles softly, slowly meeting him halfway, alternating between looing into his eyes and staring longingly at his lips.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, barely above a whisper, afraid that he would ruin the moment if his voice raised a decibel higher.

Without answering, she closes the gap, pushing her soft, plump lips on to his slightly chapped ones, savouring the moment between the two. She slowly moves her hands up and around to the back of his neck, playing with the hair on his nape as his left cupped her cheek and right gently held on to her waist.

Cheering and wolf whistles sounded not too far to the side of them near the house. Breaking apart slightly, the two saw a small gathering of their friends being over excited about their kiss. Y/N caught sight of Tony and he sent her a cheeky, sly wink. She giggled softly as Zach shook his head, trying to hide his beaming grin.

"Yeah! Get some Dempsey!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BRYCE!" Everyone simultaneously shouted altogether, silencing the perverted party host.

Y/N and Zach go back to looking at each other, both of their eyes filled with adoration for the other sat in front of them. The share a cheek splitting grin before leaning in a sharing a final kiss before Zach stands up and extends his arm out, offering his hand to Y/N. "Come on m'lady, I think we need another drink."

_______________ . . . . . Okay, so I know this wasn't the best, I honestly didn't know where I was going with this. I'll probably be able to formulate a better story if I have an idea on what my story is actually going to be about lmao But seriously, if you've read this, then thank you. I'll be uploading as often as I can (when I'm not swamped with college work), and that means I'll slowly improve. I'd love to get some requests. I can work on them in my spare time and I think it'll be fun to see what others want.

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Way Wetter

Summary: Monty gets turned on by Reader but she remains oblivious

Warning(s): Getting turned on?(idk); hints at future smut(but not smut); jealous Monty

Words: 898 words

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Hey, baby," you said tightly hugging your boyfriend from behind. 

"Heyy..." Monty pulled you in front of him and gave you a sweet, tight kiss on your lips causing Justin to make gagging noises.

You hadn't seen him all weekend and you missed him, and so the PDA( ok who am I kidding dating Monty obviously involves a whole lot of PDA).

"Get a room, you guys are disgusting," Justin says with a disappointed grin.

"Says he who practically can't keep his hands off his girlfriend," you say giggling, getting all the boys around you howl as Justin turns red.

The bell rings. "See ya later, "you wink and kiss Monty. A little too long.

And rush towards your class.

"Damn," Monty whispers under his breath.

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You gather your books as you move eagerly to your History lesson. It's the only lesson you have with Monty today and you don't want to miss it.

You quickly enter the class. Monty is not here yet, so you sit down in your usual place and get out your notebook to do some doodling.

"Hey, Y/n, you seem to be busy." 

You look up to see the person to whom the familiar sweet voice belongs to. 

"Yes, Zach. Very busy," you say giggling.

Zach sits down in the seat next to you and leans closer to take a look at your drawing.

"Wow, it's beautiful"

"Aww, thank you Zachy," you say dramatically touching your chest. Both of you start giggling not noticing Monty who enters the class to see Zach sitting in his place next to his girlfriend. He is pissed before he can do anything about it, the teacher enters the class.

You turn away from Zach to pay attention to the class. You then look around realizing Monty had not yet come. You see him, sitting a few seats across, staring at you intently. You fail to see the jealousy smeared across his face and simply give him a sweet smile before turning to face the teacher.

Monty feels his body heating up. It had been days since you had spent time together, thanks to your schedules. And here you were today, wearing jeans that clung onto your hips beautifully framing your ass and a T-shirt that leaves barely anything to imagine what lies beneath, giggling and talking to a boy that was not him. Zach. A wave of jealousy seeping down his body.

How you were pursing your lips around the tip of your pen while thinking hard wasn't helping either. He couldn't help but imagine something else in place of your pen there. Just thinking of you made him hard.

As soon as the bell rang he quickly walked away.

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You walk into the cafeteria and spot Monty sitting with his friends. You were confused when he walked out of history without waiting for you but didn't give it much thought as you needed to get to your next class.

"Hi, ya'll," you said sitting down next to Monty. You held his muscular arm tightly taking in his warm feeling. 

Monty stiffened as you came closer, your breasts pressed up against his biceps and your palm on his thigh was too much for him to handle. He tried to pull away only to get you to pull him nearer, pressing yourself even more.

Justin and a few more jocks joined the table. Since there was a lack of space at the table, you get the point and move to sit on Monty's lap. Monty mentally cursed them as you sat down. You had sat on his lap before, but the context of today was different due to what he was experiencing.

You were trying to get yourself comfortable on Monty's lap. You squirmed not realizing what you were doing to Monty. He brought his large hands to your hips and stopped you harshly. You turn around innocently pouting "What happened?". You lean in to give him a peck on his lips, causing your thigh to press against the hardness in his pants. 

That's when realization hits you. You blush. And start to slightly grind against him. 

Monty can't take it anymore, he pushes you onto the place next to him and grabs his bag, and walks out quickly, to tend to his hard member, erect for attention.

You quickly say your goodbyes and rush after Monty into the parking lot.

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Monty leans against his jeep, breathing heavily. You come near him and touch his shoulder gently, trying your best to hold back your smile. But Monty sees right through you as soon as he takes a look at your face. 

He quickly grabs your arm and literally stuffs you onto the passenger seat of his jeep leaving you confused before climbing into the driver seat himself. He drives out of school, "Monty but.." 

"Shh." he growled. You knew better than to argue, anyway this was way better than sitting in class. Way wetter.

Monty slowly started running his hands on your thigh sending shivers down your spine. He kneaded your flesh just inches away from where you needed him the most. You let out a slight moan. Monty smirked. The tables had turned. 

"You have been such a bitch today. Teasing me all day. Wait till I get my hands on you", he says lowly chuckling.

You gasped knowing what was coming your way.

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Therapy-Justin Foley

Another day and no sign of Justin, i can't believe it's been months since i last saw or heard of him. The friends I had departed each their several ways when they taught after Bryce's confession everything was over, but that didnt last long when Clay found a polaroid in his locker giving hints that Hannah wasn't the last one to be raped by Bryce. I also found some polaroids but these were about Justin way back to a year or two.

Bryce and I would glance at each other and I would glare or give him the finger. I hate his guts for what he did to him, to me and everyone of my friends.

I've been looking for Justin everywhere and begged Tony to help me but there was no luck. I can't believe that idiot would just leave without a note or something, i despise him even more for that, he cheated on me with Jessica and still sent all those pictures of Hannah to everyone in school then later on avoided me most of the time.

It was finally time to head back home but decided otherwise cause my mom might be there and I didnt want to discuss with her again. I walked around minding my own business when i bumped into someone and fell to the ground.

"Are y-you okay?" the voice asked stuttering a bit.That voice i recognize it so i looked up and saw Justin. Holy shit.

"Justin?!"

I stand up on my own surprised to see even see him again. "Holy shit!" i stare at him and wrap my arms around him without a second though, sure he was an asshole to me and the others at school but damn am i happy to see him. I pull back and looks at him with his worn out clothes, he's wearing a light brown long sleeved shirt, with grey ripped pants and boots, his hair all messy and his face worn out.

"The fuck are you doing here?! Why havent you been at school!" i look back to see his belongings on the ground and a card board. Oh, shit...he's homeless.

"Making fun of me?" he asks irritated.

"Why would i? I'm just surprised to see you here...on the fucking streets living for five fucking months on your own!"

"Don't you even dare in trying to bring me back."

"Why not?! Fuck,Justin everyone has been looking for you. Look i understand why you feel so miserable all the fucking time but it's been months since we heard of you, we all thought you were fucking dead."

"It would've been nice."

I smacked his shoulder and he winced at the impact "You are such a fucking idiot to just leave like that, we haven't spoken to each other after all that Hannah incident but i still blame you for all of it. Isn't your mom looking for you?"

Justin glanced at me and sniffed, "You know how she is,she only cares for that bastard." still nodding i grabbed his wrist and tried to drag him with me. "Let go of me (Y/N)." he was beginning to loosen up my grip which he did and stared back at me angry.

"I don't want anything to do with you,liberty, or anyone in school."

I glared back at him and was ready to hit him any second for being so stubborn, "You are coming with me like it or not, don't be the same idiot guy you were from before,don't do it for me do it for Jessica." i mentioned and stared down at my feet.

He stayed silent for a minute and went to grab him bag and got his hoodie on so no one could see him. "About time." i mutter walking next to him. We made it to my house and lucky enough my mom wasn't there, she probably left for work again. "Come on." i open the door and close it once he entered.

"Let's go to my room."

Justin followed me and I handed him a couple of blankets when he began to shiver and looked pale, i was ready to give him a few medicines when he puked all over my bed, "fuck Justin!" i run over and tell him to stand up so i can grab the blankets. He mutters a sorry and rests his head against the pillow. I grabbed the trash bin i keep in my room and placed it next to him, "I'll be right back i have to clean your mess now."

I went to the washing machine and threw all the blankets in and went back to my room and heard him groaning, "Do you have a fever?" i reached my hand and placed it on his forehead, he was boiling hot.

"Justin you should've called me, i just can't believe you've been living on the streets for months on your own."

"Why are you even helping me?"

I look over to see him staring at me waiting for my answer, "I missed you okay and i-i still like you even if you don't return the feelings, we thought Bryce would get arrested but they've done nothing, it's been really hard in trying to survive all alone too."

Justin doesn't say anything but sat back up quickly and threw up again in the bin, i look away disgusted and wait for him to finish. "I-I'm done with Jessica." does he mean it? we both look at each other and he nods.

"There's no use in loving a girl who won't love you back even if i'm still a bit heart broken..i missed you a lot too." he sits up and came closer to me and hugged me,resting his head on my shoulder as he did. I smile and hug him back, "How about I make you something to eat? but first you have to shower cause you stink."

He frowned at that but agreed, so i got everything ready for him at the tub and left him. I went to the kitchen and prepared some mashed potatoes along with chicken,rice and vegetables, with the dish in hands I began to walk up the stairs when the front door opened and i screamed almost letting the plate fall.

"What happen?!" I heard Justin ask from inside the bathroom.

"Shh my mom is here!" i whisper back.

"You arrived early." i tell my mom not expecting her to be this early at home. "I finished my job early." she stays silent and hears the shower running. "Why is the shower on?" shit she'll find out. She began to walk up the stairs and I stood in front of the bathroom door, "I-I was ready to take a shower and decided to fill up the tub."

"Okay? but why are you taking the food?"

"Cause i'm hungry and want to relax while eating. Alright see you later." i opened the door and quickly shut it behind me. "You finish in there?" i ask when he doesnt make a sound and opened the curtains to see him naked still showering.

I blush and close it, "Fuck! sorry!" i tell and hid my face with my hands.

"Why are you even here?!"

"I told my mom i was gonna shower, she can't know you're here. I- I made you some food might as well just relax in the tub and eat. "Alright." he answers and i open the curtains again to see him sitting on the tub.

"Here you go i know how much you liked it when i cooked for you." i hand him the plate and he seems so happy to finally see some home cooked meal. He happily eats it entirely and even licked the plate clean, "It was so delicious thank you (Y/N)." i blush at the compliment and placed the empty plate on a table.

I meet Justin's dark eyes and feel safe once again with him, "I'm glad that you're back." he smiles and reaches to touch my cheek and i lean into the touch. "and i'm happy i get to see you again." i smile and stood up and began to take off my clothes.

Justin looks surprised and looks the other way, "What a-are you doing?"

"I told my mom I was taking a bath, so that's what i'm gonna do." i tell Justin joining him.

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Chapter 11 - It'll Be Okay

Summary: Clay goes to the reader's house to comfort her.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, mention of food.

Genre: Heavy Angst

Word Count: 1.6k

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“Hey Y/N, how are you? Please reply to my texts or call me back.” You got a text from Clay.

“Y/N please, I am worried”.

This was not the first time you were getting these texts from Clay. It had been a week since you met him or talked to him. Since the day Bryce tried to rape you, you have not been to school and have not seen anyone. After crying that whole night, you shut your emotions off because it is always easier to not feel anything rather than cry over the same thing over and over again.

You decided not to tell anyone because you did not know what to tell them. Somehow as always, it felt like all of this was your fault.

What would you tell others? That Bryce tried to rape you, and you couldn’t even fight back? Everyone in the school would slut-shame you without knowing the truth.

Thoughts like these ran through your mind and you could not take it anymore honestly, you were not strong enough to feel such heavy emotions, so you shut them off. You went miserable during that week, did not eat properly, and did not care about your skincare and body. You were losing your shit.

You had a perfect plan; you sought Tony’s help and made him swear that he will not open his mouth to anyone about anything. Every morning you came to his place instead of going to school and by the time school got over you came home so that no one would even notice. You got many texts from Jessica, but the good thing was that she was out of town, and you could easily lie to her about everything.

Stalling Justin was easy too and as Tony told you even Zach did not say anything in school about you, but he told you that Zach use to ask about you every day, about how you are keeping up, about your health, about you not coming to school. But you still didn’t care about it. All you cared about was Clay. Seeing those texts, and the endless missed calls made you want to go to his place and tell him the truth but a part of you was scared. You were scared to confront him about Bryce, feared him judging you, and scared to ruin what you had with him. 

Every day you had this thought of breaking up with Clay because you did not want to drag Clay into your drama. He was doing simply fine in his school you did not want him to suffer because of you. A part of you felt that Clay is better off without you and that is why you ghosted him.

Today, you reached your home a bit late because though you were not going to school you kept your homework up to date. So, after finishing your work you went to your place, and it was almost dinner time. As soon as you opened the main door you heard your parents talking and with that, you heard a familiar voice. You went inside the living room and saw Clay sitting on the couch with your parents.

Upon your arrival, all three of them stood up. Clay looked sad and confused and as your eyes met you felt pity for not talking to him all this week. Your mother looked furious before you could ask about the unknown arrival of Clay your mother started yelling at you, “Y/N Y/L/N you had a boyfriend? And if you were not going to school all this time, where were you going? What is happening? Answer me!” She demanded.

You did not answer any of her questions and instead turned to Clay, “Clay what the hell are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here, just leave.”

Before Clay could say something, your father intervened and said, “Let us all just calm down and have a peaceful family dinner, and Y/N you cannot skip dinner today like you have been doing for the past week. Clay, I would like you to join as well and then after dinner, we can talk.”

Your father was always the savior. You all sat down at the dining table and said grace. Your mother still had that death glare on her face which scared you. Your father was quick to notice the tension building in the atmosphere and suggested “Now everyone will tell us about how their day was.”

Your mother tried taking the first bite of her food, but rage took over her hunger and she slammed her fork on her plate and asked you “So tell me Y/N how was your day? And where did you spend it?”

You were annoyed and could not take it anymore you stood up and announced “You all want to know about my day huh? So, I made a particularly crucial decision today. I am quitting the baseball and basketball team.” Your mother though was furious with you, but her face revealed a sigh of relief. You glared at your mom and said “And you would be happy right, Mom? Because you never wanted me to play in the first place.” After saying this you left the table and stormed off to your room.

Your father and Clay were shocked at whatever you just said. They knew sports was one of the most important things in your life that kept you happy and they knew you could quit anything but sports. 

Clay followed you to your room. You sat on the edge of your bed looking at the floor and Clay came inside shutting the door behind him. 

This was the first time Clay was coming into your room. Your room was subtle, it had a mauve aesthetic with contrasting curtains hanging on the window just above the couch in your room. Your bed lay in the middle of the room with blue sheets. There were fairy lights on your headboard and some Polaroids were clipped to the lights.

Clay looked outside the window to prevent eye contact with you.

“Why would you do that Y/N? Why me huh? A week and no texts no call? Who am I to you?” you could hear the anger in his voice. He had every right to be angry with you but did not know the truth.

“Clay you were not supposed to be here, my parents don’t know about you. After Zach, they prohibited me from dating someone because I went miserable after the breakup.”

Clay turned towards you, but you were still looking at the floor, you said “I think we should break up Clay, it would be best for both of us.”

Those words were such a thunderclap to Clay. He could be angry with you, mad at you but he could not stand the idea of breaking up with you. He sat down on his knees to bring himself to your level and held both your hands in his with a look of distress in his eyes and he could not help but stare. He felt like he didn’t recognize you. You were not the Y/N he admired, weak and miserable. You had deep dark circles under your eyes and looked fragile.

“Y/N are not eating enough? What is it, baby? Talk to me. It is okay whatever it is. Hey, look at me. Please, don’t do this to me, it hurts.”

He pulled your chin and made you look him in the eye. As your eyes met you could not keep your tears away anymore, “Something happened Clay…” you sobbed.

“What is it?”

You told him everything that had happened to you. His face was mixed with reactions he was angry at Bryce, sorry for you, and mad at himself for not knowing earlier and not being there for you when you needed him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N about all this? Why would you even hide something from me?”

“Because I thought you’ll judge me like every other person in our school and think I am just another girl who slept with Bryce.”

“Are you crazy? I would never. Y/N you are one of the most important people in my life and I could not lose you to that asshole. I told you everything about Hannah and how he screwed with everyone I ever loved. I am not letting that dick do anything to you. We will fight back. But if you want some space and time, I will understand but please, God please don’t break up with me.” 

Clay held your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, you could see that his eyes were tearing up too.

“Y/N, I love you…” You intervened “But Clay…”

“No, Y/N you don’t have to say it back. I just wanna let you know that there are people who love you and care about you so that you don’t do anything stupid. I meant to say this for a long time, but Y/N Y/L/N I am in love with you.”

You looked at him with pity in your eyes and said, “But I am a mess Clay, why would you love me?”

“Well, I love your mess. I love everything about you” replied Clay.

Clay kissed your forehead and engulfed you in a hug and caressed your back. You took a moment to realize it was fine for him to touch you. Since Bryce, you prevented every possible human touch because you lost trust. But this felt different. As he hugged you tightly instead of revolting back you hugged him back and started crying. You could feel his damp sweatshirt on his shoulder and a couple of Clay's tears on your shoulder. 

“We can tell people whenever you are ready. It’s all gonna be okay.” He whispered.

At that moment you felt protected. You knew you could move past this. You knew everything will be fine and you will be able to face that asshole and get him punished for whatever he did. You knew it will be okay.

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[thewriterscloset]

Tony Padilla X Reader // Female “The Big Secret”

My first ever Head Canon! I’ve been thinking about writing this for a while, hope you enjoy 💫

May 8th 2020

Word Count: 783

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A pharmacy can be a terrifying place, especially when it comes to risky purchases. This small town knows everything about you, nothing is sacred. You thought about driving two towns over to pick up what you need, but you then realize what you need is not uncommon. You can say you're buying it for a friend, a cousin in town, it doesn’t mean it’s for you. “Breathe” you whisper, it’s a quick purchase, you’ll be in and out in 5 minutes.

As you get out of your car you scan the parking lot, you see if you recognize any cars. It’s 4pm on a Tuesday, most of your friends are still at practice or hanging by the wharf. I hear the sharp creak of the pharmacy door over my thoughts as I stand across the street.

“Just go” you say, the more you self-talk the more real the purchase becomes.

The pharmacy is blinding, white walls matched with white shelving, the one light that continues to flicker yet somehow no one seems to notice. The smell of faint cleaning supplies nauseates you, or that could be something else. The first thing you notice is the older woman paying at the front register - it doesn’t seem too crowded. You whisk down the first aisle you see, planning a strategic walk straight to where you need to be without passing a single soul. You see the sign overhead, “Feminine Products, Baby Needs”. You walk past it. The panic starts to set, the shakes begin, you know you need to get out before you go into a full-blown attack. You steadily turn around and walk down the right aisle.

“What I would do to be picking up tampons instead” you say jokingly under your breath, as you reminisce about how embarrassing that used to be.

As you continue to gaze the shelves you find what you need. You didn’t research any brands, you just knew to grab one of each. As you grab the first box you read the back instructions, “Find out as early as 6 days since your missed period”, your gut drops through the floor. A tear runs down your face as you contemplate the reality that is pregnancy. It was a one-night thing, I didn’t want to have sex in the first place. You know you can’t tell anyone if this is real, why is there so many life-changing consequences for women?

You get yourself together, you wipe the tear, take a deep breath, grab two more boxes and start moving fast toward the front register. As you get to the end of the aisle someone happens to be walking down it, you run into each other.

“I’m so sorry” you say politely, then you realized who it was. Immediately, you look down at your feet.

“Hey chica slow down, you running a race?”

Its Tony, of course it’s Tony, you say sarcastically in your head.

“Ha I’m sorry” you say as your cheeks flush out every ounce of color you had. “I’m just in a rush” - you start moving further away from him.

“Hey..” he softly grabs your forearm, “..is everything okay?”

He knows you're not. You talk from time to time outside of school, but nothing can prepare you for a conversation like this. You haven’t even told your friends what’s been happening lately, how can you open up to someone you look at more as a friend of a friend?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit out of it”. Your eyes sting from holding back tears, your heart begins to pound faster as you notice he’s serious. He glances down to your hand and sees what you're holding. Your eyes meet as he looks back at you. It hurts to hold back, it hurts to talk, you just shrug your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I.. I have to go” your voice cracks.

“Wait” he said as you turned away. “Your secret is safe with me, just let me know if you need anything.”

His voice is soft, but concerned. You stopped walking, really it was more like you couldn’t walk at all. You let out a sniffle, trying not to make it obvious that you're crying.

“Thanks..I’ll see you around”.

You feel his eyes on your back as you walk away. You know this begins a journey with Tony you would have never expected. A secret that you would never think you would share with Tony of all people, but as you check out, a safe aura washes over you. He makes you feel safe, the butterflies in your stomach feel real. Everything will be okay for now, it’s just time to find out the truth.

[kywaslost]

Tony x Reader *platonic* panic attack comfort

A/N: This is my first 13 r w fanfic, so please be nice!

“Hey, chica, ¿qué está en tu cabeza?” Tony asked as he sat down next to you on one of the couches in his workshop. You stopped by after school without saying much. You just walked in and sat down, staring off into space. Tony had tried to start a conversation with you when you arrived but you offered nothing more than a few shrugs and hums in acknowledgement.

You shrugged at his question. “No mucho.” You didn’t know much Spanish, but Tony knew how much you loved to speak what little Spanish that you did know. “Estoy cansada.”

“Lo siento,” Tony responded, tossing an arm around your shoulders gently. “But I don’t believe you. What’s wrong? How did that anatomy exam go? The tornado drill interrupted it, right?”

There had been an emergency tornado drill and you were in the middle of an anatomy lab practical when it happened. Tony knew you were already on the verge of a panic attack before you entered the classroom. Having spent lunch attempting to calm you down. He promised to meet up with you after class but the tornado went into your final class and he wasn’t able to see you until now. You wished you could have seen him sooner. You were a hair away from a full-blown panic attack, and his question seemed to be the one to push you over the edge.

You pulled your knees to your chest, suddenly struggling to breathe. You choked on a sob as Tony leaned over to see if you were ok. “Gatito?” His arm around your shoulders moved to rub the back of your neck as you stopped breathing properly. “Hey, it’s ok.” When you didn’t respond to him, he grew even more worried. “Let’s get you somewhere quieter. Can you walk?” You shook your head, hiding it between your knees. Tony stood and gently picked you up. “Alright, that’s ok.” His hand guided your head to bury into his shirt. “Javi, ¡voy fuera!” he yelled, then apologized when you flinched in his arms.

Tony carried you outside and sat you down behind the garage. He let you down gently before kneeling in front of you. “Gatito, I need you to breathe.” He placed a hand on the back of your neck again. “I think it’d be easier if you’d uncurl a bit,” Tony suggested. You shook your head again and whimpered.

“Tony,” you whimpered.

His eyes jumped to yours immediately. “I’m right here,” he assured.

“I-I’m scared,” you confessed.

Tony sat down beside you and held out his hand. “There’s no need to be scared. Here, hold my hand.” You reached out a hesitant hand to meet his own. Squeezing it, you pulled it closer to your chest. Your breathing was still quick and uneven.

“Breathe with me, Y/N,” Tony instructed. “Ok? In.” He took a deep breath in, and waited for you to do the same. He smiled as he exhaled, watching as you followed his pattern. He breathed with you a few more times before he was sure you were calmer.

“There you go. See, gatito, I said you’d be ok,” he chuckled, pulling you in for a hug. You made yourself comfortable on his side, still gripping one of his hands to your chest.

“Thank you Tony,” you said softly, playing with his fingers. “I’m sorry for freaking out. It’s just been a really bad day.”

“Don’t be sorry,” your friend said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “I get it. Take your time. Talk it out if you need to. You know I’m always here for you, right?”

You giggled. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Thanks, T.”

[13-reasons-ideas]

Finding Peace In Another Part 22

As I got ready for the day, Bailey made me a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. I ran down the stairs with a couple of my favourite flannels of Monty’s. “Which one do you prefer? Red and black or blue and grey?” I asked Bailey, sitting down to my cereal.

“Blue and grey. The blue goes well with your eyes.” He said, sitting with me. “Are you ready for this? To tell people?”

“I think so yeah. I think I know how Alex will react and I’m trying to think of how I will explain this. You know I didn’t come here looking for a relationship. The past few months have been hell for me.”

“Yeah, I know it’s been hard for you. If he cares about you, he will understand.” I nodded and heard a knock at the door. Montgomery was right on time. I shrugged on his shirt and went to answer the door.

“Morning.” I greeted him as he pulled me into a tight hug.

“Morning. Ready to go?”

“I think so.” I said grabbing my bag. “Bye Bailey! Text me if you need anything.”

“Bye guys. Will do Becca. Good luck with your announcement. Can’t wait to hear about it after school.” He called after us. Montgomery nodded at him before closing the door and walking me to his Jeep and opening the passenger side door. Climbing in, I got settled in my seat, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. He took my hand and held it on the way. The closer we got to school the more nervous I got. People are going to freak. Alex is going to freak. I know he will. I must have started holding my breath because I heard Montgomery tell me I need to breathe.

“Everything will be fine Rebecca. I know you’re nervous, but people will come around. No one will care in a few days.” He told me soothingly. I nodded and took a big breath. I sent a quick text to Zach and Tony asking them to have Clay and Alex outside in a few minutes. Montgomery and I are on the way to school. We are telling people today. Rather publicly. I don’t want them finding out about this from someone else or a rumor in the halls. Tony responded first Can do. This is good. Shortly afterwards Zach answered we will be there. Need anything? Typing a quick No. Just need to rip off the band-aid. Deal with whatever happens when it happens, I hit send as we turned the last corner to school. I might vomit. I might literally get out of the car and just puke. Why am I so nervous? He’s just a boy. Albeit a very complicated boy, but a boy none the less. We agreed to tell people today. It’s fine. I thought as he parked. In the distance I saw Tony talking to Clay and Alex. Zach was looking for us, spotting me and nodding that he would be there the whole time. “Ready?” Monty asked, squeezing my hand.

“Mhmm.” I squeaked nervously. “Just have to jump in with both feet. Alex and Clay are with Tony and Zach. I want them to know from me before the rumor mill gets a hold of this.” Monty made a face, displeased, but I shook my head at him. “They’re my friends Montgomery. Please be nice.” I saw him nod from the corner of my eye. Getting out of the vehicle I waited for him to come around and take my hand. My palms are sweaty. Taking a deep breath to calm myself I took a deep breath. I could feel people’s eyes on us and hear whispers.

“Is that… Montgomery de la Cruz holding hands with Rebecca?”

“I didn’t picture him as the holding hands type.”

“Wow. I didn’t see this coming. Maybe she will calm him down and he will leave the rest of us alone.”

“Yeah. Or he will ruin her. Or she will break things off or something. And then he will be worse afterwards.” I tried to ignore them and look straight ahead of me. As we approached my friends, I saw Tony nod at us encouragingly. I took another deep breath and cleared my throat, catching their attention.

“Hey guys.” I spoke shyly. Alex and Clay looked at me, taking a second to register what exactly they were seeing. Me, wearing Montgomery’s shirt, a hickey visible on my neck, and holding the temperamental man’s hand in an iron grip. They blinked slowly, trying to make sense of it. Zach and Tony stepped towards us, Zack stepping between Montgomery and Alex, sensing what may happen. Tony stepped closer to me, ready to say something to the group of boys if this went south. No one spoke. It seemed as though no one even dared to breathe. Alex looked at me, his eyes dark and glaring, accusatory.

“Seriously Rebecca? I can’t believe you would pick him. That’s fucking ridiculous.” He said venomously before turning and walking away. Clay shook his head at me before shrugging and going after Alex.

“Well that could have gone worse.” Zach commented, trying to cut the lingering tension. I sighed.

“I should go after them. But a few minutes to cool off couldn’t hurt them.” Looking at Montgomery I took a step forward. “Tackle Bryce and Scott next? They might take it a little better. I can tell Cy, Jess, and Justin at lunch. They’re more likely to listen.” He nodded as we entered the school, Zach following close behind. The stares and whispers followed all the way to my locker.

“Holy shit.” Bryce breathed, looking between us when we got to my locker. I thought I saw his neck redden and his eyes widen briefly before relaxing his face. Bet he regrets it now. Too bad it’s because of Monty and not, you know, because it’s a shitty thing to do. Not to mention a crime. “No wonder Standall and Jensen stormed past here looking ready to kill.”

“I mean, it explains what the fuck happened yesterday. If he knew you were together and thought he was hurting you…” Scott commented. I saw him come to a realization. His face went from mildly shocked, to smug and pleased with himself, and back to shocked again. He totally saw this or something like this coming. “WAIT! So that day we walked to school…? And when we went for dinner? How long has this been going on? Dude, if I knew I wouldn’t have asked her.” I felt a blush creep up my neck and nodded.

“I’m not that bad with a flat iron Scott.”

“I figured as much but I didn’t want to pry. If you went to the trouble of coming up with something that unbelievable, I figured it was something you wanted to keep quiet.”

“It’s no problem Scott. I know you guys are friends and I trust her.” Monty said, rubbing my shoulder.

I saw Alex and Clay watching us over Scott’s shoulder. “I have to go talk to them.” I said, starting to walk away.

“Want me to go with you?” Monty asked.

“No. You being there will just make things worse.” I said, placing my other hand on his shoulder. “I’ll see you at lunch okay?” He nodded and I kissed his shoulder, not having enough energy to reach his cheek. I made my way over to where Alex and Clay were watching us from. Alex turned to walk away but Clay put his hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Can we talk about this? I need to explain some things to you guys.” Alex scoffed but Clay nodded at me. Alex eventually sighed and nodded after a few seconds. We walked outside silently, keeping our pace slow so Alex could keep up with his cane. Finding a bench, I motioned for them to sit down. I needed to stand for this conversation. “I know you’re mad. I knew you would be mad when we started this. But I can’t help how I feel for him.”

Alex scoffed again. “Of all the guys in this school, you chose him? Of ALL the people you could have chosen.”

“I know Alex. I know how he is. I know about your history, but you need to understand. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, hell. I wasn’t looking for friends when I moved here. I was perfectly content with going to school, doing homework, and going to bed everyday. I had completely accepted that I would be a loner, an outcast. I’d had a really, really bad month before we moved here. The last thing I wanted was to get into a relationship. I didn’t expect this. I did not anticipate Montgomery.”

“You could have chosen Scott.”

I smiled fondly at that. He was right. I could have. It just would never have worked. “Scott Reed is… good. He is so good. He’s kind and sweet and so very good. Montgomery de la Cruz is messy and turbulent. He’s an ass and he’s rude. He doesn’t take into account other people’s feelings.”

“Exactly.” Alex said bluntly, as if I just proved his point.

“But that’s the thing Alex. I don’t need someone good right now. I need someone who is messy and doesn’t have it all together. I need turbulence and I need someone who is going to fight with me or call me on my shit and sure, there are going to be days where we hate each other, but that’s what I need Alex. I need someone who isn’t going to want to put me back together. I need someone who will look at the pieces and say ‘Okay, you have pieces. Here are my pieces.’ I need someone who isn’t going to look at me like I’m going to break if they hold me too tightly. Or like I am already broken.”

“Why? You keep saying you need it, but I don’t understand why. You want to talk to me about people looking at you like you’re broken? I’m the one with a hole in my head and a cane.”

“Because Alex.”

“Because why?”

“My brother died seven and a half months ago. He took all of our mom’s pills. That’s why Alex.” I said, trying to keep my voice at a normal level. I didn’t need the whole student body getting a hold of that information. He immediately quieted. “Montgomery is all rough edges and sharp corners. Scott is all smooth and blunt. If I chose Scott, he would want to fix me and sand all of my sharp corners, so they were blunt too. I do not want to be made smooth right now. I want to keep my edges and corners. Montgomery doesn’t see someone broken and incapable when he looks at me. He sees someone who has had shitty things happen to them but is a person capable of taking care of themselves. So yes. I understand you are mad. I understand if this is a problem for you. But you need to understand that he is what I need right now.” I paused, taking a breath. The two young men sat in silence, shocked looks on their faces. “I am not asking you to be friends with him. I am not asking you to hang out with him alone. All I ask, is that if you still want to be my friends, you will be civil to him when he is around.” I hadn’t intended to blow up at them like that but the stress of the last few days had finally gotten to me.

“Why did Tony and Zach know but we didn’t? Are they more your friends than we are or something?” Clay asked me, having stayed silent throughout my monologue.

“Clay…” Alex began.

“No Alex, it’s fine. They knew because we weren’t careful enough. Though, Zach found out by walking into my locked house. So maybe we were careful enough. Tony knew that we were a thing because he saw us together one night. He kept it a secret because I asked him to.” I explained.

“I guess I can put up with him, as long as he keeps his shit together and minds his manners.” Alex told me before standing to hug me. “We will see you in Math. Are you going to tell Jess and Justin soon?”

“Yeah. If I can find them before class then I will, otherwise I will tell them in class.”

“Word of advice, text them and let them know first. Justin was sort of friends with him for a long time. He knows what he can be like.”

“Okay I will.” I said pulling out my phone and texting Jess and Justin, the rumors aren’t all wrong. I did pick Montgomery. Talk more in class.

As the boys walked away, I saw Monty walking towards me. I was still slightly agitated from letting the bottle of emotions crack some, so I wasn’t thrilled he didn’t listen to me. “Thought I told you to stay with your friends Monty.” I snapped. He raised his brow at me.

“You did. I just didn’t listen.”

“Clearly.”

“Woah, where is this coming from Becks? You don’t usually snap at me like this, at least not in public.”

I paused and looked down before taking his hand and smiling apologetically, “Sorry. I guess I didn’t sleep very well last night is all. I wasn’t kidding about the couch not being good for a full night’s sleep.”

“That’s okay. I came over here to see how they handled it and if you needed me.”

“Oh, that was sweet of you.” Should have kept your emotions in check Rebecca. He was only trying to be nice.

“Yeah. Don’t tell anyone though.” He said, smirking. “I have a reputation to uphold babygirl.”

“Mhmm. Yes honey.”

“Har har har.”

“How much did you hear?” I asked, burying my face in his shoulder as he pulled me into his side.

“Pretty much all of it. Did you really mean all of that?”

“What I said about why I picked you? Yes. I did.”

“You need me?” He asked, his voice small, almost childlike.

“More than you know.” I told him honestly. Much more.

Montgomery walked me to class and the whispers followed us through the halls. I saw Cyrus and his friends hanging out outside my History class. I guess it’s now or never. Maybe he will be more reasonable. “Hey Cy.” I said, shyly.

“Hey Becca.” He said, smiling softly at me. He turned and nodded at Montgomery but said nothing. “So, this really is a thing then?”

“Yeah. Are you okay with that?” “Sure. It’s a supposedly free country. Who am I to tell you who you can and can’t date? Personally, I thought you’d go for someone more like Eric but hey. If flannel and sports is your thing, I’m not going to stop you. Are you still dragging me to the game on Saturday?”

“I was planning on it yes. One of my friends came into town unexpectedly so he will be joining us though. You’ll like him.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you in class Becca.”

“See you.” Before walking away, he nodded at Montgomery again.

“That exceeded my expectations of how that was going to play out.” Monty said.

“Yeah. I thought he would be okay with it, but it still worried me. I’m talking to Jessica and Justin at lunch so with any luck that will go okay.” The warning bell rang and he leaned down to kiss me.

“I’ll meet you at your locker after school. I need to get something from Bryce I forgot at his place last night.”

“Great.” I said. This is going to be complicated. And uncomfortable.

As soon as I sat down, classmates started whispering about the news this morning. Zach finally arrived at his seat and sent a glare to the people around us. “This morning went alright. I honestly thought I was going to have to break up a fight between them.”

“Yeah. Went good.”

“Everything okay Rebecca?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine Zachy. I just didn’t sleep well last night. I forgot Bailey snores like a truck. He’s sleeping in the guest room tonight.”

“Ah I see. You two have plans tonight?”

“Yeah. We are going to see a movie.” Why can’t he tell I don’t want to talk to him right now?

“Sounds like a good time. Let him know I’m down to chill anytime while he’s here.”

“I will.” Thankfully, before my suddenly very annoying best friend could continue, Coach Rick started class.

Tony thankfully kept the talking to a minimum in English. I was able to pass it off as trying to prepare myself to talk to Jessica and Justin at lunch. “Sitting with us again today Becca? Not your boyfriend?” Alex asked, still mildly ticked off about finding out about my relationship.

“No Alex. I was planning on sitting here and explaining things to Justin and Jess. But if you’re going to keep bitching about it, I will go sit somewhere else.” My small group looked surprised at my outburst. “Sorry, I’m just tired and people feeling like they can just come up and tell me how they feel about Montgomery is getting on my nerves. I didn’t mean to freak out on you. Want a piece of my muffin? I won’t tell your mum.”

“Sure. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I said I was fine with it.”

“Okay, you need to spill.” Jessica said as she sat down.

“Wait for Justin. I’ve explained myself more than I would have liked so he needs to be here too.”

“Ugh fine.” She replied, rolling her eyes. She was smiling though so I counted that as a win. Justin sat down not long after and meticulously took out his lunch. I’ll ask about it later.

“So… you and Montgomery?” He more so stated than asked.

“Yeah. Me and Montgomery.”

“How in the hell did that happen? I mean you’re all… nice and stuff. And he is like, not.”

“It’s a long story. And he is. Nice I mean.”

“Are we talking about the same guy here?”

“Yes.”

“He’s nice to you maybe.” Jess commented. “There’s many words I would use to describe Monty. Nice isn’t exactly one of them.”

“Fine, he’s nice to me. Do you want the story or not?”

“Yes.” Justin said, immediately.

“Well, I promised my brother I would stop being so cautious and second guessing everything. When he died, I felt like I had even more of a reason to keep that promise. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. And my first day here… Monty was the only person I talked to all day that didn’t ask me a million questions about myself. It was refreshing. Sure there were a few basic questions to make small talk but it wasn’t anything near what other kids were asking. There was something telling me that maybe….”

“Maybe what?” Clay asked.

“For the record I’m not really religious, growing up we were church on Christmas and Easter people. But after losing my mom and my brother, I have to believe that there is something more after all of this. This can’t just be it. You can have your own opinions on that. But I felt like maybe it was a sign? Like Jake was watching how much I was struggling with the barrage of questions, and so he put this person in my way to give me some kind of small break from it all. I had gotten out of a really bad relationship not long before Jake passed so it’s not that I was looking for anything. But I felt this push. I wanted to get to know him more. So, for once, I listened to my gut. I asked him to come help me unpack. Did I have an ulterior motive? Yeah you could say that. I have a lot of stuff okay. I wasn’t expecting him to agree but he did.”

“This happened because he helped you unpack? If I knew it was that easy, I would have invited myself over to help.” Alex joked.

“Not entirely. It was nice, but that wasn’t the catalyst. We ended up getting closer over a period of time and one day it just sort of… happened I guess?” No need to explain the midnight medical attention or anything. I shared a look with Tony and he smirked at me. Something just happened alright.

“Okay, I can kind of get how this happened. I refuse to believe he is nice though. Less cranky maybe, but not nice.” Jess said.

“You guys aren’t mad?”

“Nah. He seems good for you when you think about it. Balances you out. And I’m not complaining about him keeping his shit together.”

I smiled and just as lunch ended, texted Bailey and Monty, all good. I still have friends.

[imaginefan]

Your Rock

Tony Padilla X Reader!Platonic

Word Count: 743

Requested: Anon

Request: Going through a lot and Tony is your best friend and he helps you through everything in your tough times. You then find out he too is going through a rough time and are there for him but he doesn’t want you to worry about him. Reader doesn’t listen and stays by his side and helps him figure out everything with his family. (13 Reasons why one shot ) .

You and Tony had been friends since you were kids, you weren't often seen together in school but outside of school you were almost never seen apart, he drove you to school and took you home. You would often bring him food and listen to him talk for hours about anything that was happening. Recently though you'd been going through some pretty harsh family issues yourself and you just seemed to drop fo the face of the earth, it was then that Tony decided that he needed to make sure that you were okay.

When the knock on your bedroom door sounded you frowned, everyone was supposed to be at school, who could be looking for you at this time, you got up and opened the door, your eyes widened when you saw Tony "What are you doing here?" You asked. "You've been a little different lately." He answered. "I just wanted to make sure that you were okay." He answered. "It looks like your not." He said softly as he stepped into the room and closed the door. "What's happening?" "It's nothing just some family stuff." You answered. "My parents are in a bad place is all." "They're arguing?" He asked. "A lot." You nodded. "I'm scared Tony, what if they break up then what?" "Then we'll work something out I promise you that." He smiled as he walked over to sit on the bed next to you. "This isn't your problem to fix," You said softly and he smiled. "You are my friend and I'll help you in any way that I can." He promised, he never broke that promise either whenever something happened he was there he was your rock and when your family was torn apart, you were left to choose which parent you wanted to stay with and that was your mother who decided to stay in California. Tony stuck with you for the whole thing and made sure that you never felt like you were alone.

It was a couple of years later when you were back on your feet and back to being your usual self you realised that was something going on with Tony, you went round to Tony's, you knocked on the door and waited Tony was the one that opened the door and you looked at him and smiled. "So what's going on?" You asked. "What?" He asked. "You remember when you came to my room and you knew that there was something was wrong and you told me that you were never going to leave, you promised that you were going to stand by me no matter what. Well now I'll stand by you no matter what, so tell me what's going on." You ordered and he took a small smile and stepped aside. The house was unusually quiet. "Where is everyone?" "They're not here." He answered. "They'll be back soon?" You asked as you looked at little Gracie in the livingroom. "They're not coming back... Not yet anyway." He answered and you looked at him and frowned. "What do you mean? What happened?" You asked. "ICE came... They were deported they left me and Gracie here because we were born here." He explained and you looked at the girl sitting in the living room, you were practically a part of this family they always treated you as such and you loved being in the house but when they all needed you, you weren't there. "I'm sorry." You apologised. "Why are you sorry you didn't call them." He muttered. "What are you going to do about Gracie?" You asked. "If you want I can help you look after her." "No, I think I'm going to send her down to live with my Uncle they'll be able to look after her." He explained. "Are you going with her?" You asked. "I don't know." He answered and you nodded. "That's okay, I'll stay if you want me to stay, we can talk more in the morning but for now we should just cook something for her and get her settled, we can make some calls tomorrow and get everything sorted out. Then once Gracie is sorted we'll find a way to get your family back here." You smiled. "We?" He asked. "You were my rock once and now I'll be yours. I'll be here even after you don't need me anymore." You informed him. "I have no intentions of leaving, you're stuck with me."

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Baby? Part 5

so ive been off for a while, with college in the picture its definitely harder to stay motivated to write but i finally finished part 5. i had a change of heart half way through writing this (you'll see) so i hope you like it and thank you for your patience and support :D 

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Scott X Reader 

word count: 1058

warning: physical abuse (just a little) and swearing 

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Congratulations you're having a girl.” 

“Were gonna have a girl Y/N” scott said with tears in his eyes

You left the doctor's office happy, hand in hand with scott, Monty following. 

"We gotta get going, mom's asking for us to come home" Monty said as you all sat in his jeep. 

You guys drove to Scott's house to drop him off. 

"See you on Monday babe! I love you y/n" Scott said as he left. 

"I love you too boo" Monty replied giving Scott a kissy face. 

"I love you Scotty!" 

Monty drove off. The drive to your house was quiet as you both wondered what was going on. 

You got home and got out the car. 

"Whatever happens you don't say a word Montgomery!" You said to your brother firmly. 

"It'll be the first thing I say!" He replied as you both walked towards your house. 

You walked in just in time to see your dad throw your mom on the ground while yelling,calling her degrading names. 

"Mom!" You yell as you run towards your mom laying on the ground, bloody nose and  tears in her eyes. 

Monty went towards your father, to try and stop him. 

They threw punches back and forth before your dad grabbed Monty by the back of the head and slammed it into the wall. 

You got up from your mom's side and made your way to Monty. As soon as you reached him, your dad grabbed you by the hair and threw you on the floor, and kicked you in the stomach, twice. 

You felt a sharp pain in your uterus, and felt yourself starting to bleed. 

"NOOO" you screamed as you held your stomach knowing all too well what was happening to your baby. 

"That's what I thought! Your mom found your tests and got a call from the doctor's office confirming!" Your dad yelled " your mom wanted to be chill and relax about this whole fucking situation" he finished as he stormed out the house. 

"Montgomery call 911 now" your mother said coming towards you. 

You were laying on the floor bleeding and In pain. "I'm so sorry mom.im sorry" 

"No no shh baby shh" your mom said running her forgets through your hair. 

"Hello, ya my sister's been kicked in the stomach and she's 5 months pregnant. . Ya she's bleeding… just send someone now!" Monty hung up and came to you 

"Ambulance is on their way" 

"Another reason for dad to hate me, we can't afford an ambulance" you cried.

The paramedics arrived and looked at everyone's black and blue faces

"What happened here?" The paramedic asked 

"My dad's an asshole now help my sister" Monty said impatiently. 

They lifted you up onto the stretcher and wheeled you to the ambulance. Your mom jumped on the ambulance with you. 

"Call Scott and meet me at the hospital" your mom said to Monty. 

You got the hospital not sure what was happening with you or the baby. 

The doctor's rolled you to a room and  did an ultrasound. 

"What are you looking for? Is my baby ok? Is she alive?" 

"Were looking for a fetal heart beat." 

"Does she have one??" You asked tears falling from your eyes, heart pounding in your chest. 

Before the doctor answered ,they were putting up sheets blocking you to see anything.

"What's going on?" 

"You need an emergency c-section to get the baby out before she does" the doctor  told you. 

They started giving you a bunch of stuff to numb the pain. Scott, Monty and you mother rushed in. 

"Oh MY GOD Y/N" Scott ran up to you. "Are you ok?" 

" You will all need to wait in the waiting room" the doctor said 

"She's my girlfriend and that's my baby" Scott answered 

"Fine you stay you two need to leave" the nurse said as she escorted monty and your mom out the room 

Scott sat by your side as they cut you open and took out a tiny little baby. There was no noise. No crying, no nothing. The nurses took her and brought her to a little table and tried to clear her lungs and they gave her baby cpr. 

"What are you doing?" Asked the doctor to the nurse trying to make our baby breath

"She's got a chance she had a heartbeat in the womb"

"She's 22 weeks old there's nothing we can do"

"The paramedics told us she was 23 weeks and 3 days! She's four days off of the 24 week rule so I'm trying to save this baby!" As the nurse finished her sentence the baby started moving.

 They incubated the baby and took her away. 

"Where is she going? Is she alive? Will she survive? What's going on?" Scott asked as they wheeled the baby out the room. 

"She's alive for now but I want you two to know that babies born at 23 weeks and 3 days have a 40% chance to live. If she survives shell be at the hospital for a long time." 

"How long?" You asked

"Four five months for sure." 

"When can I see her" you asked 

"Not right now the nurse will come get you when it's time" 

About 5 minutes after the doctor left you mom and monty walked in. 

Monty walked towards you and have you a big hug

"What's going on?" Your mom asked

"She's in the icu, she's alive but she's way early so the doctor said that she only has 40% chance to survive." Scott answered 

"I'm so sorry honey that your father over reacted" your mother said to you giving you a hug.

"Over reacted??? He's a fucking asshole when are you gonna leave him? When he manages to kill one of us? Or when he kills you??" Monty said with anger in his voice! 

"Dude chill a little, now's not the time" Scott tried to calm him down

"No now's the right time! Y/N could have fucking died!" Monty yelled

"You're right I'm sorry to the both of you." Your mother answered as she started walking away. 

"Mom" you started 

"No I have to go home to clean before your father gets back, Montgomery stay here with your sister." Your mom walked away.

Two hours went by and the nurse finally walked in. 

" You guys can come see your baby" 

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A Kiss To Change It All (Part 33) - Montgomery de la Cruz

Pairing: Montgomery x Reader

Warning: Mention of abuse

Word count: 3K

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The spreading purple and blue across the jock's abdomen were deepening as time went by. It hurt him to move or even breathe, whenever he did, it shot him a sharp pain making him groan and stop any movement. You wondered if some of his ribs were cracked but again you didn't want to ask as he just settled on your couch after you insisted that he should eat if he wanted to get rid of that hangover.

You sat next to him, one hand holding the filed plate, the other feeding the injured boy. When he told you that he could eat on his own, you stepped back and observed him struggle to lift the fork to his mouth but he resigned way before he could even have a bite of the food as his side hurt him even more. "You were saying, Cruz?" He just rolled his eyes at you as a response. The next step was getting him back to your room. Walking was hard but walking up the stairs was even harder as you had to stop every other step, allowing the pain to calm before you continued until you reached your room. You didn't have the time to react that he just crashed on your bed and instantly regretted his dumb move. "Suffer in silence while I get you something to wear." Your back was to him while you were searching through the many pieces of clothing he left when you were still together so you couldn't see the sudden blush creeping up his cheeks. The number of flannels and hoodies that belonged to him sitting in your closet overthrew your actual clothes but after just a few minutes you managed to find a pair of sweatpants and boxers.

"I can get dressed on my own, don't worry." From the look you shot him, he knew he had to get you more than just this. "It's embarrassing."

Your lips stretched into a smile. Gripping the edge of the towel, you stepped in front of him. "Nothing I haven't seen before, Monty." It made him laugh and he eventually relaxed a little bit as you worked on getting him dressed as quickly as you could, making sure to keep your eyes focused elsewhere. Sure, it was awkward for both of you to suddenly get back to this level of intimacy but you didn't have many options in front of you. Silence fell between you when you were both seated on your bed, shoulder to shoulder. Taking a deep breath, you dared to ask the burning question on your tongue since you picked him up. "What happened?" You wanted to take it back immediately when Montgomery just shook his head and looked away hiding his silent tears from your sad gaze. It made your heart shatter in your chest. You reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. It spread a comforting feeling through his tired body.

"I don't wanna talk about it please." Montgomery shifted so his head was resting on your shoulder and his arm was resting around your waist. You kissed the top of his head an answer and brought your hand to stroke his arm. It didn't take him long to fall back asleep, moving his head so it rested against your chest. You couldn't' move anywhere. The truth was you didn't want to be anywhere else but right next to him, giving him the comfort he needed. Each time he moved, his hold around your waist tightened, his breath brushing your skin through the thin fabric of your T-shirt. Your eyes wandered on his bruised skin, wondering what Montgomery did wrong this time for his father -if you could call him a father- to lose it on him this way. It had never been this worse. The many times he showed up after your parents went to sleep, his face was beaten up, nothing too serious but enough to make you worry about him. When you would be cleaning his cuts, Montgomery would crack a joke or start kissing you to lighten the mood, telling you that it wasn't as bad as it looked like. This time there was just silence to deal with the situation.

You couldn't say how long you stayed like that but it was dark outside when he shifted against you, hiding his face in your neck. "Rise and shine, Monty." You giggled when his breath tickled your skin. "Come on Monty."

"What?"

"Yeah right, play it dumb, Cruz."

"I really don't know what you're talking about." Montgomery knew you to perfection. Your weaknesses, soft spots... He never took any interest in getting to know any girl before you and the fact that he memorized every single detail about you, almost scared him. He flipped on his back, slowly landing on the mattress. He didn't want to deal with any pain. "Reminds me of something." He blurted when you turned the bedside lamp on. It made you smile. Of course, you remembered that first time you properly spent time together, not afraid that anyone might catch you. Again when you were about to speak your phone started ringing. You internally cursed whoever it was before you picked up and quickly handed it to Montgomery whispering a 'Scott' before you got out of the room. It made you sick how whenever you wanted to apologize for what you said the other day, someone would always find a way to cut you off as if you weren't meant to say a word about that.

Montgomery stood by the door, observing you as you paced inside the kitchen, mumbling nonsense and biting your nails as you did. He quickly wrapped up the conversation with his teammate when he felt the sudden discomfort it brought. You didn't notice him so he walked over to you, grabbing your wrist and made you turn around so you were facing him. "You hungry? I'll get dinner ready for us." You tried to free yourself from his hold but it only got tighter. "What?"

"What is it?"

You shook your head. "Nothing."

"Do you really think you can fool me this way? What is it?" You sighed and told him everything in one go, not even allowing yourself to catch your breath which wasn't the greatest idea since he barely understood what you said. "Hey, hey, calm down. Breathe... Now slowly tell me what's going on." You told him you wanted to apologize for a while but whenever you tried there was someone who interrupted you and it was getting on your nerves. "(Y/N/N) what do you want to apologize about?"

"The crap I said the other day."

The tone you used and the small pout on your lips made him chuckle. He backed up and leaned against the kitchen counter. You didn't understand what was so funny in what you just said. "C'mere." He held you close to him with his good arm, a smile still playing on his lips. "You had every right to get mad at me."

"I was a bitch to you, Monty. I wasn't thinking and I said shit I didn't mean..."

"Then you weren't a bitch." He smiled and kissed your cheek. "I shoul..."

Once more, someone interrupts you by ringing the doorbell. You closed your eyes, inhaling loudly before you started walking towards the door. You stopped midway, right before you exited the kitchen and turned to look at Montgomery. "Please visit me in jail if I murder whoever it is." To your surprise, Jeff was standing behind the door with his million-dollar smile and a huge bag of food in one hand. Shit. You completely forgot to let him know that Montgomery was there. "Hey, handsome!"

"Is it normal that Monty answers your phone or did I miss something?" He shot with a wink and made his way inside greeting your ex-boyfriend while setting the food on the table. It took you a solid minute to realize that he somehow knew that Montgomery was in your house and he wasn't mad you didn't tell him. But how did he know? You closed the door and followed him in the kitchen. The two were already deep into a conversation or something like 'Go to the doctor' - 'I am fine' thing. You stood there until your best friend noticed you about to speak. "Before you ask, I called like ten minutes ago and he picked up."

You shot a glare to Montgomery who just smiled awkwardly. Jeff had a look at the situation himself, he couldn't blame you for having Montgomery around and not telling him. He never told you that his teammate crashed at his place from time to time before you saw him yourself. After dinner, you gave another round of painkillers to Montgomery and cleared up the table. Jeff wasn't so comfortable with the fact that he didn't see a doctor and still reminded you that you should convince him to go to the ER. "You have your ways with him, it could be worse than it looks like, sweetheart."

"It's Monty we're talking about. You know how stubborn he is."

Jeff nodded. "Try. At least."

"I can't promise anything." After you closed the door, you went to sit by his side on the couch, your hand automatically went to play with his short hair. "Jeff is right, we should probably g..." You couldn't finish that he was kissing you. What? He was kissing you, ignoring the pain and the fact that you took a few seconds before you kissed him back. "What was that for?" You asked once you pulled away from him.

"My way of apologizing to you for being a total jerk in front of everyone. Not just at Bryce's." He felt terrible for what he did to you that he couldn't even look at you while talking.

"You could have used words, Cruz." You said with a smile.

He shook his head and looked up to meet your eyes. "You know I'm no good with words. But yeah I'm sorry for putting in such position and not giving you any chance to talk that night."

"Do I have a chance to speak now?" He nodded and shifted so he could look at you properly. You took a deep breath before you spoke. "Part of what I wanted to say was an apology for being a bitch but it's not just that... Actually, I... I don't remember even thinking of an apology... I..." You paused, seeking for words which you found after a minute. You went on telling him how you found out the texts your mother sent him by accident and how she didn't even try to deny what she did. You told him that you were lost and you felt guilty for losing it on him the way you did. "Why you didn't tell me anything, Monty?"

"Cause I still wanted to see you every day." A punch straight in your feelings. Right about what you needed to make your heart ache again and tears quickly fill your eyes but smile at the sweetness of the words. "I've never cared about a girl as much as I care about you, that's why I didn't want to lose you completely even if you hated me after what I said."

"I could never hate you." Even when you tried, you failed. It was nearly impossible for you to feel anything but love towards him, despite everything that he said or did. You tried telling yourself that a girl's first love was unforgettable and over time you were going to move on, get to know and love someone else but your mind couldn't picture you with anybody else. Not a soul could give you what Montgomery gave you. No one could ever replace him.

You kept on talking, letting out of your hearts whatever you had to say to the other. He told you how much it was painful for him to see you cry and not be able to do anything for it. The few times you were on your own with him, he confessed that he couldn't help himself and wanted to tell you everything so you would be back to your old happy self that he liked so much but again, he remembered what your mother told him and had to hold himself. Everything reminded him of you. "You drive me crazy."

"Is that a good thing?" You asked sheepishly.

"A very good thing, princess."

According to romantic movies, you were supposed to make out and cuddle on the couch until you both fall asleep right where you were but it wasn't the case for you mainly because Montgomery was injured and you wanted to take things a little slower this time, if he allowed you to do so, of course. After you both made it back to your room, you took the wise decision to call your father and let him know that Montgomery was staying with you. You certainly didn't want him to come back home and find him shirtless hanging in his house. "Are you okay with this? ... Thanks, dad." Your father was aware of Montgomery's family issues and you didn't need to say anything for him to understand that something happened between him and his father. He simply added that you should stay safe before you ended the call. "Oh my God, dad, this embarrassing!"

"He gave you the talk?" Montgomery asked when you tossed your phone away, cheeks red in embarrassment.

Nodding, you just proceeded to help him settle back in your bed. "In nine months of relationship with you, he never did." Seeing the growing grin on his face, you immediately reacted. "Oh hell no, Cruz, nothing will happen tonight."

"Why noooot?" He whined. You could swear you were dealing with a five-year-old throwing a tantrum over the candy he didn't get. Only he wasn't far from being a five-year-old and you were the candy he didn't get.

"Because last time I checked, you were still dating Kimberly."

"You jealous?"

Rolling your eyes at him, you made your way to your side of the bed. "Is this even a question to ask, of course, I am! So nothing until you sort this out." He sighed and dropped his head on the pillow. You sure were something hard to handle but he liked it. He liked the fact that you wouldn't give up easily on him, no matter how hard he tried. "You know, she isn't a bad person."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Kimberly, dumbass."

"Why are you saying this?"

You were in the dark, getting just enough light to distinguish your silhouettes, laying next to each other. You couldn't sleep, neither could he. "Because she came to talk to me the other day." You shifted to lay on your side. "She surprised me, you know."

"How?"

"Because she is smarter than you think she is. You know, she told me you were secretly checking on me."

The only sound of your voice let him know that you were smiling. "Is this creepy?"

"Not at all."

Then silence again. A comfortable silence this time. You thought he fell asleep because he didn't react or move since you stopped talking but he was mentally preparing himself to tell you what happened the night before. He took a deep breath and spoke. It caught you off guard. You weren't expecting him to do so, not after you managed to lighten the mood between you.

Montgomery had a few drinks with the boys before he headed back to his place. He was buzzed, not drunk, so when he entered his house, he didn't quite remember that his father was in town and left his baseball bat and bag downstairs. He never did but the exhaustion and the alcohol took upon his mind. He was about to head to the bathroom when he remembered and quickly but silently when to get his belongings before his father saw them.

It was too late.

Mr de la Cruz was standing by the front door, holding the bat in his hands. He was angry. "What did I say about you stuff, son?" Slowly, he walked towards the terrified jock, swinging the bat as he got closer to him.

"I am sorry, I..." Montgomery's voice was barely audible. He wished he could just disappear right at that moment.

"Louder!"

"I forgot it."

"Oh, you forgot?" Monty just nodded and looked down at his shoes, already apprehending what would happen next.

He didn't need to into any details for you to understand what happened. You could only imagine him not being able to fight back. "I was eight when he used it one me for the first time." He cleared his throat, steadying his trembling voice before he continues. The simple thought of an eight-year-old boy getting a beating by his own father sent shivers down your spine. How could he do such a thing? "From that day, I never leave anything behind when he is home but yesterday... I was tired and I wasn't thinking..."

"Shhhh, it's over now, Monty." You moved closer to him, resting your hand on his chest and kissing his cheek. His mind was replaying the scene which made his heart beat faster and faster inside his chest. He could almost feel the pain all over again but the warmth of your skin against his and your soft voice brought him back to reality. "You're safe here."

That night, you found it hard to fall asleep after what Montgomery confessed. Sure you knew his father had a temper and often lost it on his only son but you never imagined he could go crazy like this. Montgomery de la Cruz, the one labeled as number one bully at Liberty, was a broken boy abused by his own father.

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