Downloading... (BL)

Chapter 3: "A Hug?"

"Task complete"

That was all I saw on my phone, I could feel a sigh of relief expel itself from my body. No more tedious and ridiculous tasks.... Yet at least. I closed my eyes and slumped against the locker, I know I should be leaving the school but my brain just feels so mentally exhausted. I felt a small hand on my shoulder and I groaned, slowly picking my head up to see whoever could be bothering me right now.

"Zandra...? Why are you here?" I raised an eyebrow, classes should be going on still unless I've been sitting here wallowing in my self pity longer than i thought...

Zandra cleared my previous thoughts by holding up a single small slip of paper, a bathroom pass. I internally roll my eyes at myself for not thinking of that and she smiled at me and layed her body back against the lockers with me. She tapped my shoulder and tilted her head before whispering softly.

"Why.. um.. are you here Danny..?" Her voice was barely audible but I was just glad trusted me enough to even use her voice to talk with me, just like I trusted her enough to be the only one to call me Danny. I hated when people called me that nickname, but she clearly had no bad intentions and coming from her, it was kinda cute, so I never complained to her about it. I inhaled a smiled nervously.

"I uhm... kinda got in trouble..? It was Ian's fault though-" It was also partly that dumb app's fault but I'm sure that app is just bullshit anyways so yeah, Ian's fault. "And now I have detention... but I do NOT want to be in a room with that bastard and it's kinda a long story.... But I'm here now." I shrugged and looked away and suddenly felt the whack of a hand on my shoulder.

"Ow..? What was that even for??" I grabbed my shoulder and squinted, looking over at Zandra who was looking at me with a somewhat baffled expression, clearly disappointed. I sighed, yeah maybe getting in trouble isn't a good thing and detention sucks but at least I'm not in the same room as Ian anymore. Zandra could see she wasn't getting through to me and squinted at me, whacking me on the back of my head making me let out a squeaky noise, shamefully so, as I rub the back of my head.

"Okayy okayyyy I'm sorryyy." Zandra sighs and rolls her eyes, looking as though she'd begrudgingly accepted my apology. I shrug timidly and look to the exit door. "So.... Wanna skip school...?" I turned to look at her and she was glaring at me with the scariest look in her eyes. "Okay... okay... dumb suggestion... I'll go back to the detention room." I roll my eyes and stuff my hands in my pockets and Zara smiles triumphantly but also somewhat apologetically as she waves to me.

I groan as I walk back down the hall, mentally preparing myself to deal with Ian's bullshit. Now that I think about it, he'll probably want to beat the shit out of me after making him hit his head... well fuck it, it wasn't my fault anyways. I push open the detention door, holding my breath, only to find...

Ian's not here...

He's not even here... Well aren't I just lucky? He probably went to the roof, or maybe the nurse.... Did I hurt him that badly..? There's no way. He gets in fights alllll the time, he wouldn't be hurt by a simple hit on the head. I roll my eyes and sit in the corner of the classroom, laying my head down and breathing that breath of relief I had subconsciously been prolonging.

Cold....

My eyes shot open. The first thing that I felt was cold water, and that feeling consuming me. I gasped for air, my breathing pattern interrupted as my head shoots up, almost as fast as my heart rate. My vision was blurred, the water pouring into my eyes and down my glasses, my shirt stuck to my body in an uncomfortable manner. My hands trembled, anger building up at whoever thought this would be funny, the sound of dark rich laughter filling the room as i clenched my jaw, that annoying laughter... i rubbed my eyes and wiped off my glasses angrily, slowly growing furious. Once I cleared my vision, water still dripping down from my hair and onto my face, I looked up at the perpetrator. Of fucking course it's who i thought...

"Ian.... What the absolute FUCK?!" I slammed my hands on the desk, standing up and narrowing my eyes, his laughter only growing stronger, that classical sinister smirk plastered on his face. I clench my fists as he doubles over, trying to catch his breath as if me covered in water was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. His life must be fucking boring then...

"Sorry Danny, i just had to~ you were laying there so peacefully I couldn't help it~" he walks up to me, his smirk becoming more menacing as he grabs the collar of my shirt, bunching up my tie in his fist. "Plus, if I recall correctly; you fucking pushed me earlier, so personally, I think you deserved it." He shrugs before yanking me over the desk, making me tumble and fall almost on my face, Snickering as my body fails helplessly trying to catch myself and frantically grab my glasses, which had clacked onto the ground during the tumble. "You look so stupid right now, twink."

"Will you just fuck off for one fucking day, go focus on fucking one of your whores or something, geez." I manage to mumble as i untangle myself from the unfortunate situation he'd put me in. When I finally managed to get my legs free from the desk and get on my knees, embarrassingly catching my breath, I glanced up at Ian who has his eyes narrowed at something. My fucking phone.

"The fuck is this stupid pussy ass shit?" He turns my phone to me and the screen is red... a new task. Of course at the worst fucking time possible. "Is your phone hacked or some shit or this some fantasy of yours?" He scoffs and smirks tossing my phone at me. I fumble trying to stabilize my phone, taking a deep breath as i hesitantly look at the phone, fearing for my life.

"New Task:... Hug Ian."

What a childish fucking task.... And why Ian... wait... my fantasy?? I quickly look up at him and he's looking down at me as if I was a disgusting piece of human garbage. "Woah woah woah, listen man. This was just a random app thing i got and it keeps giving me some stupid ass commands, it's really not my fault and trust me, I do NOT want to even touch you, so don't flatter yourself buddy." I place my phone in my pocket and glare at him. "And don't worry, Im not doing whatever this stupid app is asking me to do right now."

"Yeah you'd better fucking not, especially not when you're like... that." He sneers gesturing at my wet hair and clothes as he crosses his arms. That cocky fucking smirk gets on my nerves... fucking repulsive asshole. He shrugs before turning his back to me, "Anyways, have fun with finding new clothes or whatever, I'm going to lunch." He walks to the door and grab the handle, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What the hell...? Did someone lock us in? What kind of sick joke...." He turns towards me, a dangerous look in his eyes. "You did this didn't you? Are you a fuckin pervert fag??" He storms over to me and just as I'm about to stand up, he kicks me down with his foot, immediately shoving his shoe on my face. "C'mon little gaybo, admit it, you got us stuck in here on purpose huh?" I clenched my fist, I'm not even fucking gay, I don't know who locked the door but it wasn't me... and is he fucking dumb or something? I've been over here the whole time, I wouldn't have even had the opportunity to do anything of the sort, if anyone did, it'd be him.

"Hey dipshit, cool theory and all but I didn't even have a fucking chance to lock the door, unless im Harry Potter and secretly a wizard." I wave my hands sarcastically at him pretending as if im going to shoot magic from them. "Avada Kedavra!..... Awh man, it didn't work.." I look away with sarcastic sadness and he raises an eyebrow, clearly not getting the reference.

"What the fuck are you even on about right now...? Fuckin nerd..." he puts his hand on his head as he mumbles the last part and groans. "anyways, then who the fuck locked us in here?? Did a teacher forget about us or something... I'm gonna fucking kick their ass." He finally removes his foot, running a hand through his hair as he looks towards he door. My phone vibrated once again.

"There are consequences to disobedience, it will not be accepted.... Danny."

A shiver runs down my spine at the use of that wretched nickname... my grip on my phone tightened and suddenly a thought popped into my head...

what if... it's the apps fault.... Is the app forcing me to... hug Ian??

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Well, here's another chapter to feed you all. I went back and fixed some of the old chapters a little. I hope you all liked it, and have a wonderful day/night! ✧༻♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎༺✧