Psychotic Brat (H2OVanoss)

Give him some hurtin', baby boy

I whimpered, feeling Evan practically rip the comforter from my body.

"Get up, boy." He said calmly and I just rolled into my stomach in reply.

"Want me to turn that as.s cherry red?"

I cracked my eyes opened, looking up at him.

"I'll suck your d.ick if you let me sleep."

The floor vibrated as he stomped over to the bed, grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling it hard, causing me to whine and push myself into my knees.

"Jonathan." He tsked, tugging harder, snapping my head up so that I was making eye contact.

"You and I both know that you'd enjoy sucking me rather than going to school, but you have another job to do, boy."

I whined and he released his grip, running his fingers down the side of my face.

Stop it stomach, he only shows us affection to make us obey.

"You want to make me happy, don't you ?"

Damnit.

I pushed out of bed, pulling my sweatpants up over my hips.

He smirked, looking down causing me to follow his gaze.

"F.uck you!" I shouted, my head still clouded from sleep.

Seconds later my face was pushed up against the window, my harsh breathing was fogging the glass.

"No, fu.ck you and that dirty little mouth of yours." He growled into my ear.

I pushed back against him, struggling and trying to bust from his grip.

Vanoss chuckled, parting my legs with one of his roughly.

"Not so tough now, are you?"

"Try me, bi.tch!" I replied, gritting my teeth.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck, pushing me forward.

"Oh yeah?"

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Vibrations ripped through me causing me to clench my pencil harshly.

"You okay, Jon?"

I looked over at Mike, breathing heavily through my mouth and looking like someone's pet dog in the middle of our calc class.

Evans pet dog.

"I'm fine, S-Satt." 

He chuckled, looking at me and raising his eyebrow before scooting closer.

Oh no.

"Why do you look like you're about to cream your pants, Jonny boy?"

"Shut up!" I whispered harshly, the vibrations stopped, making it easy for me to talk again.

He smirked.

"Denis, you're wanted in the main office."

I groaned, standing up and slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

Everyone in the classroom watched me trudge up the stairs towards the exit.

"What the f.uck did I do now?" I muttered, walking down a wing hallway and knocking on the office door.

A few seconds later, a blond head of hair peeked out the door liking down at me.

"McQuaid?" 

He grabbed me by the front of my jacket and pulled me inside, closing the door behind me.