“What do you mean ‘bad news’?” I ask her, setting down my bottle. She rolls her eyes.
“You’ve seen Grease right?” she asks. I nod and she goes on. “Well, Sam Wilkinson is the living, breathing version of Danny Zuko here”. I stare in disbelief. “Don’t believe me? Let’s ask one of his many victims. Hey Megan!” she yells to a tall girl in a volleyball uniform. She walks over and takes a seat.
“What’s up, Carlena?” she asks, and looks over to me. “I’m Megan by the way”.
“(Y/N),” I say and shake her hand.
“This girl,” Carlena points to me. “Needs a little reality check on her thoughts about Sam Wilkinson”. Megan’s face contorts in pure disgust.
“Known Sam all my life,” Megan began. “Never talked to him. That was until last year when he invited me to a party of his. And of course I said yes cause his parties are ragers, but also because he finally noticed me. When I got there, he found me and took me to his room. He told me the most beautiful things. That I was beautiful. That I was the only one for him. That I-”.
“What’s the point of this story?” I demand, cutting her off. “To back off from Sam?”
“The point is,” she continued. “Is that as soon as he swiped my v-card that night, he pushed me off like I was contaminated or something. The very next party? Another “transaction” was made if you know what I mean. I know this may seem like a shock to you, but Sam’s a major player. And he’s just trying to make you another piece in his game”. Could this really be true? It seems true, but I don’t wanna believe it. But I guess I have to. “But don’t just take my word for it,” she says. “Ask the others. I can give you a list”.
“So that party he invited me to tonight?” I ask. “It’s just another trick to swipe mine?”
“Hate to say it, but yeah,” Carlena says. “We’re really sorry to pull you out of the clouds so quick, but it’s for the best”. No girl should have to go through that pain. No one.
“If I don’t go, then some other girl is next!” I exclaim, anger seeping through every word. “There has to be some way to get him to stop! Talk to him maybe?” Carlena scoffs.
“Yeah, cause talking to him is soo gonna stop all this”. she laughs. “Girl, if it was that easy, he would’ve stopped after Megan!” I bury my face in my hands. There has to be something!
“Hey,” Megan speaks up. “(Y/N)’s got something here”. My head perks up.
“I do?”
“You said you want Sammy to stop right?” I nod. “Then why don’t we give him a taste of his own medicine?” a sly smile creeps on her face.
“What are you saying?” Carlena asks. “I mean, I like where this is going, but I’m getting a little lost”.
“Sammy wants to play with girl’s emotions, then let’s play with his”.
“Yeah! But who would be our spy on the inside?” I ask, slowly grasping what they’re saying.
“Well, it can’t be me cause he already had his way with me”, Megan says, putting her hands up.
“And it can’t be me cause Wilkinson knows I hate him”. They ponder their next move while I pray that I don’t come into this. “There is one person fit for this though..” she trails off. Her and Megan’s sly smirks turn my way. I know where this is going.
“Oh no!” I protest. “No way!” They groan in frustration.
"Come on!" Carlena pleads. "You’re the only girl we got fit for the job!"
"Yeah!" Megan chimes in. "We need you (Y/N)! Please?" I shake my head.
"I’m so not fit for this!" I correct them. "I could ruin this for girls everywhere!"
"Or", Carlena points out. "You could save girls everywhere!"
"Think of the v-cards (Y/N)!" Megan says, gripping my shoulders. "Those poor, innocent v-cards!"
"Guys, I don’t know.." I trail off.
"What’s there to know?" Carlena asks. "With us to help you through, you’ll be pulling on Sam’s heart strings so hard, they’ll snap!"
"It’s weird how you thought of that so quickly". I tell her. "Have you thought of that lately?"
"That’s besides the point!" Meg bangs on the table. "Look (Y/n), doing this could save tons of girls from heartbreak. Sam deserves this. It’s time to avenge those girls. It’s time to avenge me!"
"And you’re sure there’s no one else for the job?" They nod, pouts on their faces. I might regret this…. Oh what the Hell?
"What the Hell?" I say and throw my hands in the air. Their pouts wash away, bright smiles flashing across them.
"Yeah sure!" I say. "Don’t hate the player, hate the game right?" they nod. "Well this is a game I am going to win".
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Magcon Imagines
FanfictionWithin this lovely book are imagines about the oh-so-sexy Magcon boys. Hopefully you like them cause they're about them so who wouldn't? Request if you want an imagine in the comments below and I'll get started right away! Hope you enjoy your stay...
