My name is Patrick and I'm just a normal guy. I'm tall, skinny and have chocolate hair. I'm a bit of a geek, and I'm obsessed with music. I'm in marching band. I'm pretty shy and quirky so I don't have too many friends, but I have my best friend, Miku and she's all I need. It's not like that though, I'm actually queer. Everyone knows. And that's why I'm bullied.
"Hey Pat," Miku called. Marching band practice had just finished and we were walking home. "You ready to head home?"
"Yeah," I said, but on the way I caught a glimpse of Alec.
Alec was the cool guy. Tall, ripped and had auburn hair. He had a killer smile, beautiful eyes and a strong jawline. He was the quarterback at the school, and the most popular guy that I knew.
"Pat stop staring at him," Miku warned. "He's too popular for us."
But Alec's eyes met mine, and I felt a shiver down my spine. He was insanely gorgeous. He even smiled! Oh my god he wsa amazing.
"Did you see that? He's smiling at me!" I squealed. Miku rolled her eyes.
"You know it's because he's a player," she said. "He flirts with everybody."
"Why?"
"BEcause he can! He has tht much power in the school."
She was right. Alec ws really cool and popular. He could get away with basically everything. Everyone was his friend. He probably already slept with everyone in our grade. I sighed and walked home sadly.
"Do you think we'll ever be cool?" I asked. Miku frowned.
"Probably not," she frowned. "We sit with Maddy and Vicky after all."
We were all band nerds. We're not really out casts (that's Alex) but we weren't cool. Sometimes we went to parties, but only sometimes. People would talk to us, but I only had three proper friends. I was okay with that though.
"Do you think Alec will ever talk to me?" I asked, desparate. Miku just pat me on the back.
"It's okay even if he doesn't."
*TIME SKIP*
I was at home, trying to write a new song for my trombone, when I heard a knock on the window. I yelped and saw a shadowy figure by the window. I leaned closer and realised that it was an attractive, mysterious looking boy.
"Alex?!" I yelled, neary falling backward. But he jumped through the window and caught me, shielding my fall. I blushed. He blushed too, as if he hadn't ever saved someone before. "W-What are you doing?"
"Patrick," he whispered, leaning over to me, way too close. His lps crashed onto mine messily, dominating me. My knees buckled with his overhwleming power. I fell backwards onto my bed.
"W-What are you doing?!" I yellled, trying to push him off of me. Alex didn't say anything, he just stared at me with a primitive, raw stare. He grabbed me by the arms and locked them together with handcuffs. He bridal carried me out of the window, chucking me into his car. The car rumbled beneath me as he drove off.
"ALEX?!" I screamed, kicking and wiggling about. Alex just calmly drove away, as if he had done this before. "What are you going to do with me?"
"Whatever I want."
He smirked confidently. My heart beated faster and faster until it was defeaning. I shivered in my seat, refusing to even look at him. I was still in my pajamas; boxer briefs. I know Alex was eyeing them down, scanning his eyes up and down my body. I winced.
This. This was the beginning of something new.
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Play With Me
SpiritualPatrick was the loveable, queer loser. Alex was the bad boy. What happens when the bad boy kidnaps the boy next door? Is it true love? Or is it sick and dangerous? A prequel to Love Games.