Chapter 4: TW non-consensual stuff (no detail), slurs
"I- what?" This wasn't Roman talking, it was a sharp voice from behind Virgil.
"I said fag. You're a faggot. Gross. Is this your boyfriend? Ew. And I thought you could have been cute."
"I'm not, I swear, I'm straight, I just--" He shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to laugh and walk off, but the girl stopped him.
"OK, if you're so straight, go out with me. I'm Marina and if you're not a queer like you say, I'm also your girlfriend."
"I- OK. Hi, I'm girlfriend. I mean, hi girlfriend. I'm--"
She laughed at him. She looked surprised that he agreed, but when Virgil saw the look on Roman's face, his heart shattered. He wasn't hurt, or offended, but he had so much empathy in those eyes that he almost reconsidered--
But Marina's shouting had brought a crowd. He was stuck.
After last period, Marina stopped Virgil at his locker and announced they were going to her house. He tried to protest, but she dug her acrylics into his hand and was already dragging him to the door. Using his free hand he texted home saying he was going out to study with friends, and as the doors closed the last thing he saw was an immense sadness in Roman's eyes.
When the two of them arrived at Marina's house, Virgil had time only to notice they were alone before Marina yanked him into her room and locked the door.
Without any warning, she shoved Virgil down onto her bed and tore off his hoodie and t-shirt in one swift motion.
"What the hell are you doing? I don't want this, stop, no, I don't--"
She slapped him. Lights popped in front of his eyes and he knew it would leave a bruise.
"If you're not a queer you'll want this," was all she said before reaching down to the waistband of his jeans. He knew she'd see the cuts he had from last night, and they had been bleeding on and off the whole day, but there was nothing much he could do without getting another bruise he'd have to hide.
She tore the jeans off, her inch long nails clawing across every cut with much more force than necessary.
"Weak." Neither of them had any clothes remaining.
As he scrambled out of her house close to fifteen minutes later, the last thing he heard was her voice, again proclaiming, "Weak."
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The Only One
FanfictionVirgil Sanders can't let anybody know he's gay. He even has a girlfriend to prove it. Except she's a mythic bitch, and this one kid Roman has damn pretty eyes. Hi y'all, this is my first ever thing on Wattpad so please excuse if it's trash. In theor...
