Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Conceited Pt.3 18+

I stared at the whiteboard and tried not to fall asleep while my history professor gave his lecture. This time was different as I took notes because the class intrigued me. Sleepiness was taking over me, though. I almost drifted off until my phone buzzed and startled me awake. Grabbing it from my pocket, I looked down at my phone. Kyle had sent me a message. We didn't have a class together today, so I was too curious about what he wanted.

Kyle: Hey Baby.

My eyes widened at the sight of the message. Maybe he sent it to the wrong person.

Y/n: Kyle, it's Y/n, and I'm in a class right now.

Kyle: Figured, babe. For how much longer?

What the fuck was going on?

Y/n: 15 more minutes...

Kyle: Stop by the KLG house after class ends and wear something I can take off of you fast... or nothing at all.

I refused to respond as I shoved my phone in my pocket. He had to be drunk because this was not the Kyle I met yesterday. The message got me hot, but I knew something was off, and as soon as class ended, I would ask questions. When the professor dismissed us, I grabbed my things fast and rushed outside to call him. My calls went to voice mail a few times before he picked up. When his voice came through the phone, it didn't seem drunken or slurred. He sounded as sober as usual. Other voices filled the background on his end as well.

"Hello," I said.

"Hey, babe. How was your day? If you're stressed, you could come over and let me give you some relief," he toyed.

The other voices could be heard roaring in the background. The fuck?

"Kyle, what's going on," I questioned.

"You know what's going on, Y/n. I'm just waiting for you to come over. Wear something nice, but not too nice since I'm about to rip it off. We can talk when you get here," he flirted.

He hung up before I could say anything else. I was not going home to change clothes. I made everything look hot by wearing it. Besides, my outfit choice for today was considered somewhat scandalous anyway, and I brought my handbag, which carried my Taser and mace. Whatever Kyle was on, he needed to discuss it quickly because I did not trust frat houses, especially Kappa Lambda Gamma's house. The KLG house wasn't too far from campus, so I could easily walk there in no time. I texted as I started my route to the danger zone.

Y/n: I'm on the way. You better be downstairs to let me in, and you've got lots of explaining to do.

It took a couple of minutes before he responded. I expected him to come to his senses, but he was still on demon time. I started to believe one of the guys in the house drugged him because he was out of order.

Kyle: Oh, we're not going to be doing much talking.

A few of his buddies were outside as they talked and threw footballs at each other on the front lawn. The closer I got to the house, the more uncomfortable I became, but Kyle's sexy ass was expecting me, and I needed to make sure that he was mentally sane and safe. A few guys noticed me walking up and started alerting the others. Oh uh-uh. I texted Kyle immediately. I did not sign up for this.

Y/n: Where are you? I'm outside...

The blonde-haired boy burst out the front door like he was Superman, and right now, it felt like he was as he walked over to me. I felt much safer whenever Kyle was around. After those weird messages, not so much, but he was still less creepy than his frat brothers. I stood by their mailbox and watched as Kyle tried to look bold, nodding at his brothers as he strolled down the pathway toward me. Maybe I entered another dimension while asleep, and this was Kyle from an alternate universe.