A hand curled around my wrist. The sudden intrusion startled me so badly, I swung my fist hard at the perpetrator, hoping to connect with a right hook. Sadly, it didn't land, and my fist was instead caught by a large hand, completely immobilizing my upper body.
"AHHHH! HELP! HELP! HEL–"
My attacker released my wrist and covered my mouth. I scowled as our eyes met, realizing who the asshole was.
"Mmh!" (you).
"Calm down, Ricky, I'm sorry I got you kicked out of class, I just wanted to tease you a bit, that's all." The bastard gave me an ugly smile as if he was genuinely remorseful. "Hey, how about I buy you lunch to make up for it, my treat!" His voice sounded sincere, but I knew he was evil.
Unfooled by his pathetic acting, I sank my teeth hard into the hand that was still covering my mouth, smirking at the metallic taste that came as a result.
"Ouch!" He winced and jerked his hand away.
Serves you right, bastard. I flashed my blood-stained teeth. "No can do, I have plans." I turned on my heels and started to walk off, flipping the middle finger at him in the process. I thought this would be the end of our unfortunate conversation, but I was sorely mistaken.
A deep chuckle sounded behind me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "Walk off and I'll post this pretty little picture I took of you." The sincerity that had once laced his tongue had all but disappeared.
I stopped cold in my tracks. It's true that I had done a lot of not 100% legal things, so hopefully whatever image he had wasn't too incriminating. Maybe it was just like a picture of me buying black-market rocket fuel from Jose behind a gas station, or maybe I wasn't doing anything illegal in it at all, and it's just like a picture of me sleeping in class or something. Slowly, I turned around, bracing myself for the amount of deep shit I was potentially about to be in.
"FUCK!"
Sweat beaded on my forehead; this was a worst-case scenario. This dude had a full-on 4k picture of me standing over the dead body of the fat man I had killed last night! My hand instinctively reached for my backpack, but it wasn't like I could kill him here in front of all these witnesses. And even if there weren't any witnesses, the large number of security cameras that decorated the chemistry building would still pose a large issue.
Taking a deep breath, I decided that the only way I would be able to get this guy would be to play friendly until we found ourselves in a secluded area. Giving the piece of trash before me the friendliest smile I could muster, I let out a nervous giggle.
"Wow, I see you have a picture of my friend… uh, sleeping. That's so funny… ha… ha." I latched onto his muscular arm, squeezing it with more force than necessary. "Didn't you say you wanted to have lunch? Let's go! I'm dying to eat!"
I began dragging him to the parking lot. Surprisingly, he easily followed my lead, grinning like a moron every step of the way. He was clearly pretty pleased with my sudden change in attitude. His happiness deeply disturbed me, but I didn't really have a choice. I needed to lure this bastard away from the building, even if my pride was wounded in the process.
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I nervously kicked my feet and pretended to be engrossed with the scenery outside the passenger window. I would've already attacked him by now, but all my take-to-school weapons were in my backpack, and my backpack was in the trunk of the car.
This situation was so weird. Why'd he even have a picture like that in the first place? Was he some sort of creepy stalker? Maybe it would be best to try to find out some more information about this guy; it's not like I would be able to kill him at the moment anyway.
"Yo dumb dumb," I said politely.
He ignored me and kept driving.
"I SAID YO!" I screamed, banging my fist on the center console.
"Oh, sorry, Ricky," he smiled apologetically, "I thought you were talking to someone else."
Bruh, this guy was sassy as fuck. Clearly, he was all pissy because I called him a dumb dumb. He should be grateful! That was actually pretty nice of me, considering all the other insults running through my head at the moment. Nevertheless, I needed to kiss this guy's ass if I wanted to destroy him.
Forcing myself not to gag, I reached out and stroked his fat bicep, "Umm… Hey, what was your name again?" I opened my eyeballs really wide and stared at him without blinking.
He looked at me with an expression I hadn't seen before– his eyebrows were raised slightly. My mom had said staring at someone like this was the fastest way to make them fall for you… Perhaps he was trying to contain his love for me?
After a little while of me staring at him without blinking, he finally turned his eyes back to the road and coughed. "My name's… uh Victor, Victor Yezhov."
"Oh, very nice! What is that Swedish?" I kept squishing his bicep. It was so nice, like a little squishy ball.
"It's Russian."
Have I pissed off any Russians lately? I racked my brain, but could only think of one name, and I wasn't sure we were exactly on bad terms either.
"Do you know Sergio Popov?"
"No. Why? Is he your boyfriend or something?" Victor chuckled.
I jerked my hand away from the beefy arm it had been massaging, appalled by Victor's remark. "NO! He's just some guy who works at the gun range!" With that, I turned my whole body away from Victor and focused entirely on the scenery outside the window.
"Wow, seems like you really want to make sure I know you're single," Victor laughed again and rubbed my messy hair.
"WAHHH, get off you… uh…. You MOSQUITO!" Fuck. What kind of insult is that? Why did I call him a mosquito? Well, he was sucking my patience away one remark at a time, so I guess they were kind of similar.
Unfortunately, Victor seemed very amused by the mosquito insult. "Hahaha, you want me to suck your–?"
"Shut… shut up, you pervert!" I smacked my hand over the larger man's mouth. My cheeks burned, and I must've irritated my eyes or something because they had started to tear up.
For some reason, Victor's cheeks seemed a little pink too, though it was probably my imagination. He was such a shameless bastard. What would he even have to be embarrassed about?
Remembering that I was supposed to be "nice" to this guy, at least for a little while, I slowly removed the hand that was covering his lips, trying to instead steer the conversation towards something more PG.
"Hey… uh, where are we going for lunch anyways?" This was something I actually wanted to know the answer to. We had ventured a good way from campus, a fact I hadn't become aware of till recently because of someone distracting me.
Without turning to look at me, Victor smiled, pretending to be a safe driver who was focused on the road or something. "We're going to my house!"
"Whaaat?!" My mouth hung ajar. I scrambled to open the car door. Anything was better than letting this freaky bastard corner me in his own home, even if that meant jumping out of a moving car.
To my surprise, Victor took notice of my actions and simply extended his arm and clicked the door shut before I could leap out. I shouldn't have been so shocked, though, of course, he could do that with his big, strong, long, stupid arms.
"Sit still until we get to my house!" He flashed me an annoyed expression that somewhat reminded me of how my mom looked when I misbehaved.
Ignoring him, I went to open the car door again, stopping when a large hand gripped my thigh, squeezing it just hard enough to cause a bit of discomfort.
"Jeez! Okay, I won't jump out of the car… I was just kidding, bro." I tried my best to remove the uncomfortable hand from my thigh, but Victor didn't move an inch, even after I used both of my hands. He even tightened his grip a bit more as a result.
Huffing, I slumped back in the seat and crossed my arms, trying to ignore the pain in my thigh that had begun to dull.
"Hey, can I–?"
"No."
Great. I had pissed him off with my epic escape attempt. "Gawd, I was just going to ask if I could roll the window down."
"You may not."
"Then how will I smoke in your car?"
"You're not doing that either!" Victor huffed, taking his hand off my thigh and holding it out towards me.
What did this weirdo want now? I hesitantly grabbed his hand and shook it. "Uhh… hello again, nice to see you?" I released the hand that still hadn't moved.
"What's this?! Why are you doing this?!" I smacked his hand with a decent amount of force, but it still didn't budge.
"Give me the cigarettes, Ricky, smoking is bad for you." He rolled his eyes… yeah, rolled his eyes! The audacity of this bastard had no end.
"NO! You can't have my smokes!" I screamed, hugging them close to my body. First, he won't let me jump out of a moving car, and now I can't smoke?! What is wrong with this guy?
"Ricky, I swear to God!" He yanked the box away from me with one hand, even though I was holding onto it with the strength of 1000 men.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" I screeched, kicking my legs. I was done being nice to this guy. He had gone a step too far this time. I'm gonna kill him as soon as he stops this car, even if I have to use my own two hands to do it.
Victor, who was just straight up ignoring me now, pulled the car to a halt and smiled, "We're here!"
Somehow, I had gotten so angry when Victor took my smokes that I hadn't noticed our arrival into an underground parking garage. The large amount of nice cars made the area feel less sketchy, but this was still a parking garage, so it was very likely he was planning to kill me and throw my body into the back of the truck.
"You'll never catch me!" I screamed and lunged for the car door handle. The hell with killing this guy with my bare hands; I had to get away before he killed me first!
While I was fast, Victor was faster. Before I could make it out of the car, he roughly gripped the back of my hoodie and jerked me back. I gagged as the sudden force pulled me back, and scrambled to take the hoodie off, ignoring the fact that I wasn't wearing a shirt underneath.
"Take that off, and I'll eat you." Victor smiled at me with a look I had never seen before. It didn't look like he was particularly happy or angry, but the face he was making was very unsettling. Shuddering, I shoved my hoodie back down, hiding the nipple his gaze seemed to linger on.
"Don't get out of the car."
I didn't want to comply; my body wouldn't move. It's like I was frozen in fear or something. I'm not scared of anything, though, so that probably wasn't the case. Still, I watched as Victor walked around to the trunk and grabbed both of our backpacks, and then to the passenger side, where I sat frozen.
"Come on." He opened the door and held out his hand for me to take? His cheeks had that same light pink color as earlier. Was he tired from carrying both backpacks? He was a pretty beefy guy, but that was the only explanation I could think of, so it must be true.
"Uh, thanks." I moved to get out of the car without taking his hand, but he still captured mine, interlacing our fingers in the process.
It was crazy how small my own respectably sized hand looked in comparison to his. His grip was so strong, too. I knew it would be impossible to pull away unless I bit him, something I felt like I probably shouldn't do again, as he looked to be in a pretty good mood again. This was not the face of someone who was about to brutally murder me… at least I hoped not.