Not Like The Rest DrakenxfemOC

Thank You.

"Yo! You're Draken's girl! Ain't ya?" A snarky voice slips through the aisle, catching me off guard. My fingertips gracing the spine of a book as I slowly turn to find the culprit.

Sweat glides painfully slowly down the curve of my spine at the sight of a group of unfamiliar boys, all bulky shoulders and furrowed brows.

I succumb to my anxiety, swallowing dryly as I cautiously step backwards, hugging a book closely to my chest like a child with their teddy bear.

"Cat got your tongue?" another boy jibes, edging forward with his hands tucked away in his pockets.

I shake my head gently, acutely aware that these boys aren't here to study.

Collars all uneven, sleeves rolled up, shirts un-tucked and top buttons undone. Not you're typical studious student attire.

I glance over my shoulder, noting how they've cornered me into the back corner of the library. The security camera above me hanging loosely from its wires, not serving as any protection.

I'm secluded!

"You're his girl, right?" they ask again, their tone more curious than threatening, helping me to regain my composure.

"I-it isn't like that," I internally curse myself for stuttering, my uncertainty in Draken and I's relationship surfacing.

"Are you sure?" A short, slender boy jeers, a notable scar embellishing the pimpled skin just below his left nostril. He circles around me, small mousy-brown eyes looking me up and down.

I try to step out of his two meter radius, glancing at his mates who are quietly closing in on me. "Ke- I mean Draken and I are just friends," I try to sound confident, despite my erratic heartbeat.

"Is that so? Well then, I suppose he wouldn't mind if we shared you then," a whisper burns the back of my ear, causing me to snap around. I'm met with beady eyes, swollen cheeks and a lustful stare that sends flashes of past nightmares through my mind.

"I'm not an object," I try to defend, swatting someone's hand away from my ass with a pointed look.

"Ah!" I yelp as my neck is forced backwards, a sharp tug on my roots keeping me in place. A firm hand over my mouth to smother my vocal resistance.

"You're so much prettier when you're quiet," the boy with a hold on me coos, pulling me against him.

"Now be a good girl won't ya?" his friend smiles wickedly as he begins his approach.

A flip switching within me making me see red as I hop into fight mode, stepping harshly on my captors foot. I use his momentary distraction to lean forwards then swing back with all my might, my head aggressively colliding with his ugly mug.

He groans and I quickly tear free from his grasp, blood painting his expression as he cradles his most likely broken nose.

I spin around, remembering his mates.

"You b*tch!" I duck, successfully dodging the boys uncoordinated attack. I slip my foot between his legs and push his left foot out from under him, sending him tumbling down. Not taking any chances, I ram my foot into his side making him cough breathlessly.

A sudden impact knocks the air right out of my lungs, forcing me to crash into the shelves. A handful of books falling on top of me from the collision. I groan, my vision blurring as I struggle to find my footing, holding onto the shelves for support.

"Don't wanna play nice, huh?" Hands twist my wrists harshly behind my back, pressing me against the shelf as my captor forcibly grinds against my behind. Hot tears pricking the corners of my eyes as I squirm in his grip. "Quit moving!" he growls, shoving my head against the edge of the wooden bookshelf.