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You walked down the boardwalk, uncomfortable as you tried not to bump into the mingling crowds of tourists and locals. You trail behind your friends as they smile at a group of passing surfers giving them a once over with wolfish grins. You had always avoided the boardwalk at night, the crowd tending to get a little too rowdy for your taste, but your friends had practically begged you to come out, and when all four of them ganged up on you with guilt trips and puppy dog eyes you had a hard time saying no.
One thing about being friends since kindergarten is that when you all grew up and turned into completely different people you just had to take the differences in stride and love them for who they were; even if they were all polar opposites to you.
You knew your friends were interested in finding some guys to hang with, maybe even go home with if they liked them enough, but that wasn’t really something you were interested in. Let your friends have their fun; once the guys stopped paying attention, you’d quietly slip away and head home just like you always did.
Heather gasps, “Oh girls, I think we have a winner.” She throws her arms up to stop the group and you stand on your tippy toes to try to look over them. You can’t see past their wall of huge hair, however.
“Oh Heather they look bad!” Julie squeals. “I bet they’ll be loads of fun.”
“So you think you’ll be able to handle them after what happened last time Jules?” Stacy laughs. Julie huffs at the statement.
“That was one time! God let it go Stacy!” Julie snaps.
“Damn they’re gorgeous aren’t they?” Tiffany says, lust practically dripping off every word.
“Don’t look now ladies, but I think they’re looking this way.” Heather said, and all the girls instantly shifted their weight to their hips, popping their chests out.
Oh enough already. You moved to peaked your head over Julie’s arm to get a look at the mystery men that had your friends in such a tizzy.
Oh.
A group of four very good looking boys were staring at your friends. They were all dressed in varying styles of punk attire, though the general tone set between the four of them was 100% trouble. The girls didn’t usually go for actual bad boys; usually just pretty jocks with bad attitudes. This was new and troubling territory.
The boys eyed your group from their spot against the railing, making sure to make a show of it. The tall, blonde glam rocker leaning casually against the railing would take his time looking all the way down the length of your friends, then back up, before craning his head back to make a comment to the curly haired blonde sitting on the railing next to him and they’d both smirk devilishly. The shirtless brunette stood casually in the middle, watching with a lazy smile on his lips as his more chaotic friends had their fun. Then their was the bleach blonde on the end.
As you skimmed over the group your eyes locked with his icy blue ones and you felt a chill run down your spine. You were far enough away, hidden behind your group of friends, he shouldn’t even have seen you; much less have paid you any mind. But when your eyes caught his, he smirked, and you knew he had definitely seen you. You felt your whole face burn as you ducked back behind your friends, all giggling like fiends at the two blonde’s antics.
After another minute or so of giggling, the girls all start shushing each other, and you knew that meant the boys were on the move.
“Hey there ladies, nice night huh?” The glam rocker saunters up first, leaning against the wall and flashing them a winning smile. He was pretty, there was no denying that. Julie was already giggling again as she looked at the outline of his abs behind his mesh shirt. He zero’s in on her in an instant. “My name’s Paul, what’s yours?” He asks, looking right in her eyes. She nearly swoons.
“J-J-Julie.” She barely manages to stutter out. Stacy rolls her eyes, putting her arm around Julie. “And I’m Stacy.”
“Very nice.” The curly haired blonde smirks at her, eyeing her like a slab of meat, and she blushes. “I’m Marko.” He winks at her, and she turns her head to keep from show her bright red face.
“I’m Tiffany.” Tiff says, confident she won’t be as easily broken as the other two. She eyes the tall, shitless brunette. He doesn’t seem to be as flirty as the blondes, and Tiff is a bit of a horndog; if anyone stands a chance it’s her. He’s tall, dark, and handsome, sure, and shirtless, yes, and wow he’s got some nice abs, but he can’t throw anything at her she can’t handle. He stares at her stoically, you can feel the tension building, until finely he gives her a small smile and says, “Dwayne.” Tiffany whimpers.
That’s all it took??
“Heather.” She introduces herself cool as a cucumber as she stared down the bleach blonde. He smirked at her. “David.” He replied. This felt more like a standoff than a flirty introduction.
The way these boys looked at your friends was starting to bother you. You knew what they wanted–what all boys wanted in the end–but they seems different. Dangerous. Like they were looking at their next meal rather than their next lay. Not that you could tell your friends that. They would just say you were being paranoid, and you probably were being a bit of a mom about it. Still, something about these boys felt wrong to you, and you couldn’t wait to slip away the first chance you got; no matter how handsome they were.
“So now that we’re all acquainted, would you ladies like to-”
“Hold on Paul” David cut his friend off, holding up a gloved hand. “There’s one more.” He said with another smirk.
Crud.
You looked up like a field mouse about to be scooped up by a hawk as David looked down at you from over Heather’s shoulder.
“Oh of course! Sorry, about that! She’s just a little shy.” Heather said, grabbing your arm and pushing you to the front of the group. You stumble forward and look up into four hungry faces.
“You don’t say?” Marko asks, a horribly mischievous grin slowly spreading across his angelic face.
“No reason to be shy around us sweetheart, we’re as tame as puppies, we swear.” Paul said, slinking an arm around your shoulders. You squeak and duck out of his hold, only to bump face first into the shirtless wall that is Dwayne’s chest. He grabs your arms to help steady you as you blush mercilessly.
“Are you okay?” He asks gently. You nod silently as you pray to the heavens to melt into the ground and the two blondes laugh hysterically at your embarrassment.
You step back a bit as you willed your blush away, absolutely intent on no longer being the center of attention. The boys seem to have other plans.
David stepped up to you. Of all the boys, he made you the most uncomfortable. Everything about him set off warning bells in your head. He was dangerous. He looked you up and down, then smiled.
“So, kitten, about that name?”
“Kitten?” You squeak, the blush instantly back in full force. He seemed to like your reaction, his smile widening.
“What? It suits you.” You stammer and the other boys laugh, whether it’s at your reaction or in agreement with David’s assessment you’re not quite sure.
“You don’t like it?” He asks, grabbing a piece of your hair and rolling it casually between his fingers.
“I, um-”
He leans in until he can whisper so only you can hear. “Then tell me your name, and I’ll think about using it instead.” You could feel his breath tickle your ear. He drops your hair and moves his hand to hold your chin as he tilts your head up so you’re looking in his eyes. You remember hearing a myth about snakes hypnotizing their prey with their eyes; it’s not true, but you imagine if it was, this would be how it felt. You let our a shaky breath and finally manage to say your name. “Good girl.” He replies, releasing you.
Free of his hold, you feel yourself snap out of whatever trance you were just under. You step back, blushing from head to toe and breathing heavy. The boys all laugh again.
“Y/N? You okay?” Heather walks up to stand next you. A pang of guilt runs through your chest. You had nearly forgotten the other girls were there. Apparently, the boys had too.
The boys watched as the girls all came to rejoin the group, and they almost looked annoyed about it. A sharp contrast to how they were acting with them just a few minutes ago.
“She’s fine! Probably just hungry. I know all the best spots in town.” Marko cut in, walking up to you. “So, y/n,” He says, dropping his tone suggestively as he puts an arm around your shoulder, “what are you in the mood for?”
You felt like you were in a permanent state of blush at this point. You tried to wiggle out his hold, only to be locked in by a second arm wrapping around from your other side.
“You look like you’re starving babe. I bet you’re in the mood for a double serving.” Paul says, rising eyebrows suggestively. It took a moment for your less than experienced brain to process what he was hinting at, but once it clicked all the blood rushed to your cheeks and ears and you fought like hell to break free of the two boys.
“Alright, that’s enough out of you two.” Dwayne said, grabbing the two blondes by the scruff of their jackets and pulling them off you. They leaned on each other, both laughing hysterically at their own joke.
“I’m sorry about them. They don’t mean any harm; they just like to mess with you.” He says with a soft smile. His large hand is on your shoulder, and you can’t help be feel embarrassed about how close you are to his shirtless chest. This doesn’t escape Marko’s notice.
“You give us crap for embarrassing her Dwayne, but you’re the one walking around without a shirt on.” He chides.
“Yeah Dwayne, can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable?” Paul jumps in with mock sympathy.
Dwayne looked over at you, and you suddenly felt even more self conscious then you did before. You stepped back.
This was all too much. You hadn’t even wanted to come out tonight, and now suddenly you were the center of attention. Clearly they were just toying with you; playing like a cat that’s caught a mouse.
You turn your back on the boys–something your instincts are telling you is a bad idea–and go up to your friends.
“I think I’m going to head out, sorry.” You say with a small smile. Normally they would put up a bit of a fight about you leaving early, but given the situation they all simply give some half-hearted “oh, really’s” or “have a good night’s.” The boys however, are less than pleased.
“Aw, you’re leaving already? But we’re just getting to know each other.” Paul says walking up behind you. “If it’s all the teasing, we can take it down a notch.” He said, hitting you with the biggest set of puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. Gosh he’s pretty.
“Yeah, we promise we’ll be good.” Marko said, sliding up next to you, giving you a sweet smile. “We can play nice too, if you give us a chance.” Someone so devilish had no right to look so angelic.
“I-I need to be getting home…” You said, your resolve wavering in spite of yourself.
“Don’t let them bully you into staying if you need to go.” Dwayne said, receiving two sharp glares from his friends in response. “But I hope we’ll see you again soon.” He added with a gentle smile that made your heart skip a beat.
“Y-yeah, um, maybe.” You said as you walked past your friends to flee. No. No definitely not.
You were never going anywhere near those boys again. They were trouble with a capital T. It wasn’t just the weird feeling of danger you got from them; all four of them made you lightheaded just by looking at you, and the thought of any one of them getting his claws in you was just asking for trouble.
You had been so distracted by Paul and Marco, you hadn’t noticed when David had silently slipped away. So when he popped up in front of you now you nearly jumped out of your skin.
“Hey kitten, leaving so soon?” He said with a smirk.
“D-David!” You exclaimed as he walked up to you, pinning you back against a wall. “I-I thought you said you wouldn’t call me that anymore?” You said, trying to hide your genuine fear at his sudden appearance by trying to sound annoyed. He chuckled.
“I said I’d think about it.” He said, looking down at you. “So why the hasty exit? Do you not like us?” He teased.
“No, I-I wouldn’t say that…” You replied, looking away. He made you so nervous; the predictor prey imagery is all you could see in your mind when he sized you up. And now you were all alone with him.
“Then we’ll see you again.” It wasn’t a question.
“Well…”
“Same time tomorrow, by the carousel. No need to bring those friends of yours.” You looked back up at him.
“But-”
“No buts.” He smirked.
He put his arms up on either side of you, trapping you against the wall. He leaned down, his face getting closer and closer to yours. You turned your head and squeezed your eyes shut. You heard him laugh lightly, felt the heat of it lightly on your neck. “See you tomorrow, y/n.” He whispered, the way he said your name made you shiver.
After a few quiet seconds, you slowly opened your eyes and saw he was gone. You blushed, your heart hammering in your chest. What was wrong with these boys?
David slid back into step with the other three boys, who were in the middle of entertaining your friends.
“So?” Paul asked David telepathically.
“She’ll show.” David replies smugly.
“Hell yeah! This is gonna be so much fun!” Marko says, excited.
“Don’t overdo it you two or you’ll scare her off for real.” Dwayne scolded.
“I guess that means we can’t eat these ones then.” Paul looking down at Julie on his arm.
“If we want to keep y/n around then we probably shouldn’t kill her friends, no.” David confirms.
“Well then why are we bothering with them? Let’s ditch these chicks and find some real food.” Marko whines.
You crash on your bed and sigh into your pillow. You wonder how your friends are doing with the boys; they seemed to have lost interest in the girls when you left, but maybe things had worked out. You realized there was a part of you that hoped they hadn’t, and you told yourself it was because those boys are bad news, and it had nothing to do with the butterflies in your stomach when you thought about them.
You got up and readied yourself for bed. You thought about what David had said. He told you to meet them tomorrow. Without your friends. They wanted you to spend time with them. Alone. Of all the stupid, ridiculous, dangerous, ideas you’ve ever heard that was definitely the worst. You spit out your toothpaste, walking back into your bedroom.
Honestly, what would even posses anyone to do something so reckless and irresponsible. You changed into your pajamas. The idea that you, of all people, would do anything so out-of-character just because four hot guys asked you to was just insanity. You opened your closet door.
I mean, what were you even going to wear?