drugged - vikturi

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Monday-

I arrived at school to be greeted by my large group of friends. Mila, Phichit, Yurio, Yuuko, Minami, Mickey, Georgi and Chris. We have been friends since the first day of my senior year. Due to that, we're all pretty close and know each other pretty well. Though, most of us have our secrets, especially me, we tend to share a lot.

Before class starts, our group of friends with gather under a tree in the school courtyard, where everyone stayed before class. We'd just talk about random, funny stuff that came to mind, you know, the usual stuff. When the bell rang, a ray of disappointment layered all over our faces.
"See you at recess, then." I get up, picking up my bag and walking away.

First off, math class. Or, as I liked to call it, hell. Though, the subject was alright, the people were the opposite. I would enjoy math if it weren't for them. Those people are one of the reasons why I dread school. JJ, Michael and Lewis. Your typical jocks. Yet, they were hiding something very sinister. That being a load of drugs and their appalling attitude towards me, and me only.

Why me? Why did I have to become their little play toy? What did I do to them?

I sat down at my desk, not surprised to see various insults written on my table in permanent marker. I sigh, pulling out the homework which was due today. I hear a few giggles and snickers from behind me, fully aware of who it was, I restrain from looking at them.

I can't handle this.

I think to myself, I felt like crawling into a ball and crying at how miserable my life is. But, I can't do that. I'll be bullied for sure. More than I already am.

But I lost control.

I lowered my head on to he desk, quiet, monotonous sobs escaping my mouth. I feel JJ's foot kick the back of my seat.

"Ehh? You need your mama, little crybaby? You're such a spoiled brat, you know!"

The whole class' laughter filled my ears, this time, I refrained from crying. I just put up with it. I have to deal with this myself.

I sigh, resting my chin on my palm as I wiped the tears with my other hand. I miserably stared down at the homework until I heard our teacher make an announcement.

A new student. There he stood, at the front of the class. His happiness evident as he introduced himself. I stared into his icy blue eyes, which were piercingly attractive. My eyes wandered to his hair, which was a majestic platinum colour. His skin was lurid, and his body was in perfect condition. I heard the girls in the class swoon at his thick, Russian accent.

"Hey! I'm Viktor. Nice to meet you all. I hope we can get along." He smiled, tilting his head.

Damn it.

Why can't I stop staring at him?

W-What is this...?

I felt a wave of heat and lust tower over me.

Is this what... love feels like?

I haven't even seen him for a minute yet, and I still want him to be mine. Though, I am a man, and he's a man. It'd just be another reason for people to bully me.