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Teenage Dirtbag PT2

Highschool AU

Little bit of smut, underage drinking, drugs, underage smut and age gap, sort of non-con, pre-mutation Wade

Wade wasn't sure what events led him to now, his thoughts jumbled and his memories rearranging and shifting. He didn't care, he liked where he was. He was laying on a comfortable bed, and Logan was straddling him, placing soft kisses down his neck.

"Hot" kiss "pretty" kiss "perfect" kiss

His eyes were starting to feel heavy, but he fought it, forcing himself to be present in the moment. Whatever the Molly did, it was amazing. Every touch and kiss felt electric, sending shivers down his spine. He felt like he was floating, laying in a pool of euphoria. Where was he again? Oh, right.

Logan was taking both of their clothes off now. He still felt warm though, maybe too warm. Sweat dripped down his neck, and when he swallowed it felt thick and painful, like he was suffocating. He began to panic, but he tried to ignore it as he felt Logan's hands now roaming his bare skin.

"You there kid?" His words brought him back to earth, his gorgeous face coming back into focus.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here," he nodded.

"I think you should go to sleep," Logan sighed.

"What?"

"You're off your rocks darlin', it's no fun like this," he seemed mad, and Wade frowned.

"I'm sorry," he reached for Logan's scruffy mutton chops.

"Go to sleep kid, we'll talk in the morning," Logan fell onto the bed beside him, the bed creaking. Wade frowned, forgetting why he was sad. Oh well. He was so tired that he didn't protest when sleep came to take him away.

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Logan's POV:

I groaned as I peeled my eyes open, groaning deeply. What the fuck happend last night? I stood, wincing at the light shining through my window. I realized I was naked, sighing, my head falling into my hands. Who had I fucked this time? I hoped it wasn't Jean again, Scott had nearly killed us both the first time I made that mistake. I pulled boxers and jeans on, running a hand through my hair. Suddenly I heard it, vomiting coming from his bathroom. Ah, that must be the latest victim of drunk and horny Logan. I dragged my feet as I walked over to the bathroom to tell whoever it was that it meant nothing, but was shocked as the memories returned. It was the little sophomore I'd been admiring from afar. Well shit. Oops.

"Hey, kid, did we fuck last night?" I grumbled, leaning against the door frame.

"I don't think so," the guy mumbled, hurling into the toilet one more time.

"But... I think you... you said you liked me," the kid blinked up at me in surprise.

"Shit, I was drunk, kid, meant nothin', I promise," I sighed, clenching my jaw.

I watched the kid's shoulders visibly slump, hope draining from him.

"Obviously, nothing," he stood, wiping his mouth. He tried to dart past me, but I stopped him, grabbing his shoulder.

"You're too young for me kid, ok? Nothin' against you, 'ight?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Right," the kid mumbled. I let him go, and he scurried off. I let out a sigh of regret, scanning the room for my phone.

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Wade's POV:

I hated him. I hated everything about him. I hated his dumb smile, and his lips, and his stupid little mutton chops.

I hated him. But oh, did I want him.

It has been almost two weeks, and I've developed a little crush. Weasel still refuses to talk to me, so I eat lunch alone outside under a tree. I am officially a loser. No way Venessa will ever want me now. Not like it would matter anyway, I guess I'm gay now. Ever since that night, I can't stop thinking about him. And not just him, other guys too. I mean, I still think I like girls, but guys...

One particular Wednesday afternoon, I'm sitting under my tree, scrolling on my phone when I hear leaves crunching under foot. I look up, my heart dropping to my balls.

"Hey Wease," I say, swallowing.

"I... I came to apologize, for the other night, I was an ass," Weasel sighed, kicking the dirt and plopping down beside me.

"No, no I was an asshole too, I shouldn't have run off with those dicks." A moment of awkward silence.

"Friends again?" Weasel holds out his pinkie.

"Friends again," I grin, interlocking our pinkies.

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Reader's POV

Logan stood, watching that nerd and the little sophomore chatting with each other. He found himself smiling warmly. He wasn't sure why, but it had hurt him to see Wade sitting by himself everyday.

"Come on man, we got practice," Scott pats him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, let's go," he spares one more glance at Wade, a sad little smile on his face.

Should I do a part three where the get together?
Have a good day :3