i only want you -hawk fanfiction

chapter 5

later that night, you get home to nobody in the trailer. you sit down on the couch that you sleep on and look at your phone, scrolling through Instagram.

ding

a text appears at the top of your screen. 

h:hey its hawk

y:you mean Mohawk?

h:yeah whatever

y:you just didn't get enough of me tonight, did you?

h:ill get enough of you one night

you smile at his text.

y:you can dream

h:dreams come true

y:i guess they do

h:okay, see you at school tomorrow. don't dream of me for too long

y:im sure that wont be a problem, goodnight

h:night, princess

you title his contact as Mohawk and turn off your phone, set your alarm on the clock for tomorrow morning, and drift off to sleep.

RING RING

you hear the sound of your alarm go off for school. you slam your hand on the alarm clock and get up, put on a dark blue tank crop top and a pair of loose jean shorts. you grab your bag with your sketchbook and put your phone in it. you put the lighter in your jeans pocket and get your skateboard to head to school.

once you arrive, you go into the building and stop right when you get into the door. everyones eyes are on you. only you. you decide to brush it off and go to your locker. you put your skateboard and bag in your locker and grab the stuff you need for first period. you close your locker door and turn around to see a girl with hazel brown hair and a huge smile on her face. "hi I'm moon, I know someone that has a crush on you" you hear the girl say. "uh, hi moon. are you going to tell me who it is?" you say, lifting an eyebrow. "his name is kyler, he sits behind you in first period" the girl says to you. 

kyler is literally the last persons name you wanted to hear. you just walk past the girl and make your way to first period. you sit down in your original seat as the class begins. you feel eyes on you from across the table. 

you look up to see the daring eyes of hawk in front of you. you're shocked to see him considering that he has never been in this class before. "what the fuck are you doing here" you whisper to him. "got kicked out of gym for being too rough, said I needed to work on science anyways" he says with a smile. you look back down at your notebook and grab the lighter out of your pocket and begin to light it, brushing your fingers through the flame. you can still feel hawks eyes on you but you don't care. at the end of the class you always get free time to talk to people around you for about 30 minutes in the hallway. 

you make your way to the hallway and sit down against the lockers. you take out your lighter once again and brush your finger through the flame. until the lighter is snatched out of your hands. kyler of course, has it. "oh baby you shouldn't be playing with fire unless you wanna get burned" he says to you, putting the lighter above his head so you are unable to reach it. "then I guess I wanna get burned" you reply, reaching for the lighter. "kyler give it back" you say while you're struggling to reach it. "you don't need it, instead play with this dick" he says, throwing the lighter across the hallway. "you basterd!" you scream, going after your lighter. kyler puts his hands around your waste and slams you against the lockers. "listen here you little whore, you can either come to the computer room and suck my dick, or stay here as I choke you out" he says with his smelly ass breath inches away from your face. "then chock me" you say, knowing that he wont do it.

his grip around your neck becomes tighter

and tighter

he begins to slam my legs against the lockers harder and harder

his grip on my neck gets even more tight

until he lets completely go. you see him on the ground, with hawk on top of him. hawk repeatedly punches him in the face out of anger. you don't know why he is so angry but you like it. "don't" punch, "touch" punch, "her" punch, "ever" punch, "again" punch, he says along the way of kyler almost passing out. "okay, okay man I'm sorry" kyler says, putting his hands up in pleading. hawk stand up off of him and grabs your wrist to take you into the janitors closet nearby. "are you alright?" he says panicking and touching all over your neck, looking for bruises. "ya ya I'm fine, hawk" you say taking his hand and pushing it away from his face. "no no theres a bruise right here" he says, putting his hands back on your neck. "hawk its fine" you say, pushing his hands away once more. hawk looks down at your legs, and gets on the floor to get a clearer look. he rolls up your shorts even more than they already are, and sees not only the bruises from kyler but the cuts that you did to yourself. "what the fuck is that y/n?" hawk says standing up to look into your eyes. "its nothing" you say rolling down your shorts so that he cant look at them for any longer. 

"that wasn't nothing, and kyler didn't do that" he says while pulling you to the ground. "stop hawk, its nothing" you say, practically screaming. hawk gets on top of you and holds your weight down to the floor and rolls up your shorts once again. he brushes his hands across your scars and just sits and stares at them. "why do you do that?" he says, still looking at the scars. "I don't know, its the only thing that helps" you say, staring up at the ceiling as if you aren't even in the room. "don't do that anymore, you're gonna talk to me now" he says, rolling back down your shorts and picking you up off the ground. 

"are you going soft for me now, Mohawk?" you say, standing up. "yeah whatever, I just care about you" he says, hovering over you. "you don't need to" you say trying to get out of the room. "well luckily I don't care what you want" he says, grabbing your waste and pushing you against the wall. you look up at him to see a smirk on his face. 

you blush at his response.

"aw maybe you're going soft for me, y/n" he says while pushing your hair behind your ear. "whatever, Mohawk, ill see you in detention" you say, walking out of the janitors closet.

stuff is going to go down during detention.