#tw men

You were always the outcast in school, of course you were. You started college at 16, being the kid while everyone else was an adult. You weren’t invited to parties, you didn’t have many friends, and you were a nerd. The story wrote itself, you were bound to be a reject for the rest of your academia, because apparently being younger than you’re supposed to be in a schooling system meant you weren’t qualified? That you were still a kid, no matter how old you were.

You went to high school at a small town in the middle of nowhere, went to Carnegie Mellon for undergrad and then went to med school. Before Med School, you were top of your class even though everyone was two to three years older than you. You realized that the reason you got bullied so much was that people hated because they wanted to be you.

Who wouldn’t? You were smarter than most people. You had a high IQ, excelled academically and had grad schools lined up to accept you. You had it easy, or so everyone thought.

Turns out, being smart means being a total loser for the rest of your life. It meant being undermined by everyone, and nobody ever accepted who you truly were. It was sad, but it was the unfortunate reality of being a child prodigy. This also meant you missed out on a lot of the “typical college experience.” You missed out on parties, drinking, having risky sex…all that stuff. Not that most of it sounded appealing to you, but you wouldn’t mind living a normal college life for once.

But alas, that day never came.

So here you were, alone in your dorm on your last day of college, instead of partying it up with everyone else. While people were getting drunk, you were packing up your boxes.

You were moving into a dorm at your new med school, luckily not too far away. You could’ve gone to Harvard or Stanford, they accepted you, but Pitt gave you a full four year scholarship, and you didn’t have anybody to help pay for med school. So you took the free schooling over your dream school, an unfortunate reality. You were putting away your books, packing away your MCAT book, your Med School textbooks (that you also got with your scholarship) and everything else that laid inside that big bookshelf of yours.

Your books became your best friend during these difficult years. You had read a bunch, shitty romcoms on your kindle, and medical textbooks for your shadowing/scribing job. You had managed to score a decent job at a clinic near the university. Paid decently, and kept you busy when you weren’t in classes. You mainly dealt with mundane cases, colds, muscle injuries, viruses, nothing that gave your brain the stimulation it needed. One thing that came with your smarts was ADHD. You couldn’t sit still, you always had to be doing something. Which is why you hoped in the future you could be an ER physician.

You could see yourself working in a high intensity environment like a hospital ED, it was stimulating, it was high stakes, and you would always be busy. Just how you liked it. But first, you’d have to get through medical school. Another four years of social rejection and pain, all so you could achieve your dreams. Was it worth it? You didn’t even know anymore. You wondered if another four years of nights like these, where you’d be in your room instead of partying, was how you’d want to spend your life. But you didn’t look too deeply into it. Med school had to be different from college, or so you hoped. You hoped people were more serious and academically inclined, but then again, if you put a bunch of smart people in a room, they might not be smart on their off time.

Whatever, that was for you two weeks from now to worry about. Tomorrow was moving day, and you will finally stop having to pick Kenzie up from parties after she and her friends got too shitfaced to drive.

*ring!*

speaking of,

“Kenzie.”

“Heyyy.”

“What’s the address?”

“Huh?”

“We’ve been doing this for four years, what’s the address.”

“Jeez, you’re so lame. Go get laiddddd.”

“Did you forget?”

“Ohhh right! Nobody will fuck you because you’re a child!” She cackled, and her friends behind her laughed with her.

“I’m almost twenty, I’m an adult just like the rest of you.” You kept your voice neutral.

“Yeah but like, you’re a baby!”

“Whatever, send me your location.” You then hung up, and her location came in right after. Luckily she wasn’t too far. You sighed to yourself, putting on a tshirt and a pair of leggings before grabbing your keys and driving to the party Kenzie was at.

You turned the corner before you saw a bunch of lights, and heard loud music. The dot was right where you were, but you didn’t see Kenzie.

“Kenzie, where are you?”

“In Dean’s roommmmm.”

“Oh for fucks sake, don’t make me go in there.”

“Please don’t. You’ll embarrass meeeeee.” She whined.

“Then get out, and if Mirah and Riley are coming, tell them to get out too.”

“Fineeee, you’re so lame.” She complained, then hung up. You sighed impatiently, waiting to see the three drunk girls step out. You immediately saw Kenzie, wobbling out like she was about to fall, but Mirah and Riley looking good enough to walk straight.

“Get in.” You told the other two, while you walked with Kenzie. You had your arm around her, supporting her weight as you helped walk her over and into the back seat of your car. You had a trash can ready, and a canister of air freshener on the front passenger seat.

“Thanks for picking us upppp.” Mirah smiled, a little too drunk. She was clearly shitfaced, because when she’s sober, she’d rather die than be nice to you.

“Mhm hm, no problem. Am I dropping you two off at your buildings?” You asked, and the two nodded. You also passed each of them bottles of water.

“Drink.”

“Godddd, yes mom.” Kenzie rolled her eyes, and so did you.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow.” You focused on the road, driving in the familiar direction of Mirah’s building. You called her boyfriend, checking he was home.

“Trent. Mirah’s on her way back, can you come grab her?”

“Yep.”

“Sweet.” You hung up, and within the next 5 minutes, you were at Mirah’s building, dropping her off to her boyfriend. You then drove to drop Riley off, and then finally back to your dorm hall. You parked your car, then went to help Kenzie out.

“Yknow…I’m really gonna miss you.” Kenzie spoke, tearing up. God, she was so drunk.

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“Because…even though you’re a total loser, you were a good roommate. You never judged me for being the way I am. You help me out of situations…just *hic* you’re a good friend, okay??” She then hugged you, in the doorframe of your dorm. And for a moment, you hugged her back. She called you her friend, and that felt good. Even if it was just a drunken confession.

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Flash forward, it’s moving week. You could finally say goodbye to the shithole that was Carnegie Mellon, and say goodbye to Kenzie. You had to drive a little to get to Pitt, but it wasn’t awful. Your dorm was on the 5th floor, so getting up and down to bring boxes was annoying. After multiple trips up and down the elevator, you had finally moved all your boxes into your new dorm, and it seems your roommate had just moved in too. But where was she? There are scattered boxes in the room, and a bag on the empty bed. There were signs of life, but no humans.

You took in a moment to check the space out, there was a shared bathroom, and a big bedroom area. There were two frames, one for you, and one that your roommate had claimed. You started to open your boxes, when you heard someone on the phone enter.

“Okay mom, I’ll call you later.” She spoke, entering the room. “Holy fuck!” She jumped, not expecting someone else. “You scared me…jeez. I take it, you're my roommate?”

“Uh yeah.” You looked her up and down, she looked cool. You just hoped she wasn’t a bitch like Kenzie.

“Cool, I’m Kim.” She put her matcha on the table by her bed.

“Nice to meet you.”

“So…first time in Pittsburgh?” She was already so much nicer than Kenzie.

“Nope. I was at Carnegie Mellon for college.”

“Really? That’s cool. I was here for college, and now med school.”

“Nice.” You responded, then the two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you unpacked your rooms. You put your egg crate under your mattress, and threw on the first pair of sheets that showed in your box. You started with your bed, trying to make it all cute. You had matching sheets, pillowcases and duvet. You bought some cute throw pillows and a blanket at the local five below, and now you had a cute bed. Wonderful.

You put up a few artist posters of bands you liked, which sparked casual conversation with Kim. You had learned a bit about her, she was from Texas, and had come up to Pittsburgh on a scholarship since her parents couldn’t afford tuition to her dream school, similar to you. Kim was short for Kimberly, but she hated being called that. She was a bit of a rock girl, on the more alternative side of things, and she was also going to med school.

You had finally set up the decorations, but now you had to organize clothes. You had a decently sized closet on your side, plus cubbies under your bed. You organized your clothes in the closet drawers, having little bins for undergarments to keep them separated. You used the rack for jackets and scrubs, and the bottom bit for shoes. You were left with the space under your bed, so you were going to use that for other things. You then unpacked your bathroom things, organizing your various necessities in the mirror cabinet, such as your skincare and dental products. You put your caddy in the cupboard underneath, holding your hair products and such.

But you needed a break to eat some lunch.

“Hey Kim? Wanna grab some lunch?”

“Sure.” She stopped her packing, and grabbed her bag. The two of you walked out of the dorm hall chatting about your lives, and settled down in a little cafe nearby.

“So, what's your story?”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone who goes to med school has a story, what’s yours?”

“Uhh, child prodigy, I graduated high school at 14, almost 15, college at 19, and I turn twenty next week…and I was ambitious.”

“Wait dude you’re 19?”

“Yeah.” You sipped on the coffee you ordered.

“That’s crazy.”

“I guess.” You saw someone walk by, a guy. A cute guy. He was tall, had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and his body was gorgeous. He was in scrubs, so he was clearly either an older med student, or a younger student back from a job. The barista knew him, Frank, was his name. He didn’t look like a Frank at all, but he was still attractive. He had nice eyes, and a good physique. The scrubs accentuated that in a way that you didn’t think scrubs could do.

“He’s cute.”

“Ooh, I see it. He is…I wonder if he goes here.”

“I hope so. I’d love to get to know him.”

Turns out, he did go there, and you’d be very VERY wrong about Frank Langdon.

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Frank Langdon turned out to be one of the douchiest people you’d meet at med school. Fortunately for you, he was an MS4, meaning this was his last year. He was much older than you thought, and he was, very clearly, very popular with the ladies. He was charismatic, in his own way. He had this confidence, like the confidence of a man who had either been given everything in life, or had obtained it himself. It seemed like he was convinced he was a sort of superior being, at least compared to you. He seemed to be nice with everyone else, but it was clear he didn’t like you. He was cocky, confident and just like you, wanted to be the best.

What you also had learned, was that he was the holder of the highest grades in, not only his graduating class, but ALL of the classes. He had almost, if not perfect grades, a perfect face, and an even better knack for medicine. But that was before you, because you quickly overthrew him in just 3 short weeks. Sure, you were just an MS1, but you took harder classes than he did when he was an MS1. You had a higher GPA than he did, which he thought was impossible because he was so close to perfect. But you were perfect. You came in like a bigger, better, female Frank Langdon.

You didn’t share any classes with him, and you barely saw him at all, but when you did, all you two did was fight. He would try to irritate you, you wouldn’t get irritated, he’d get irritated at your lack of irritation and so on. You two would typically be at the library at the same time, and he would do everything to throw you off your game, but he never succeeded.

Another good thing to note is that once you turned 20, you promised yourself that you’d glow up. So before classes started, you invested in contacts, changed and dyed your hair with natural highlights, and began to dress nicer. In short, you succeeded. And Kim helped you through it all.

You looked hot, so now you could match Frank in attractiveness too.

“Hey shortstack.”

“Langdon.” You sighed, grabbing the book you needed from the shelf and held it against your chest. You turned to face him, the same monotone expression you always gave him. “What can I do for you at this lovely hour?”

“Hm, so much. By the way, are you sure that book isn’t too heavy for you? It’s bigger than your face.”

“I’d say it’s no bigger than your ego, actually, no, that would be impossible.” You blinked at him innocently.

“Ha, good one. Why don’t you stop being such a nerd and just sit there and look pretty.” He pushed your glasses up, the one time you wore them.

“Because I am smart? Who’s the child prodigy here? Not you.” You quipped back.

“Right, I forgot you’re a literal child.” He stood straight, attempting to mock you with his height, but you paid no attention, per usual.

“That just means that you have beef with a child. Embarrassing for you, honestly.” You smirked, grabbing your book and walking out of the library. “Bye Frank!” You waved off mockingly, and all he did was flip you off, and you blew him a kiss teasingly.

“Bye!” He called back, trying to seem nonchalant.

It was always back and forth with the two of you, both of you were snarky enough to match each other, but you’re also stubborn enough to not give up first. This typically made for very long, banter-ey moments that made everyone question whether you were flirting with each other or fighting.

To a point though, you were right, if he was calling you a child, that just meant he was a bigger loser for having arguments with one. He’d never admit you were right though, not in a million years. He did kinda feel bad for a split second, before remembering who it was he was talking to, and changed his mind. His goal wasn’t to bully you into bad grades, or to make you fail, he just wanted to shake you enough that he rose back up in time for graduation, then the title was all yours.

Frank Langdon never lost, and he’d definitely never lose to someone like you. He would never recover if he did. He was too stubborn.

You never understood why he had issues with you to begin with. Was it that his ego was too demanding and couldn’t bear the thought of academically coexisting with someone else? He already had everything else he could want, a social life, friends, good grades, he had a match practically lined up for him…it was all in the cards for him, why did he have to have every single little thing? You could never understand the male mind, truly. Was it greed? A need to be better than everyone? Or maybe he was just an insecure little boy who was scared of not making it in the big world? You would never find out, and it was better that way.

In your first months of med school, things were smooth sailing, you were grasping at material quickly, acing tests, and killing it at your clinical job. You were also doing much better socially. Realistically, it was Kim you had to thank for your newfound social presence, because she stuck around. She was an actual friend of yours, who didn’t see you like a total nerd. You appreciated her, and you hoped she would stick around for the rest of med school, because you needed someone like her for a while. She introduced you to some of her friends, Sara, Renee, and Kristin. After hanging out with them, you finally had found where you belonged. You had friends, you had good grades, you weren’t constantly being bullied everywhere by everyone, you felt like a normal person for once. You felt happy in med school, thinking that things were finally looking up, and for a while, they were.

Until that fateful night 10 months later, during the post graduation party. Where things all went sideways.

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For the first time, you had been invited to a party. It was the celebration party of the graduating class’ last night as med students. You weren’t thrilled at the thought of celebrating Frank’s graduating class, but it was a party. Your first party. You couldn’t miss out, plus, Kim and her friends practically begged you to go with them. You were definitely unsure at first, considering you technically weren’t old enough to drink, but of course, you only live once. You tried to come up with every excuse in the book, but they weren’t having it.

“you’ve never been to a party, you’re going to this goddamn party.”

“But it’s celebrating my rival’s graduation.” You groaned.

“Exactly, celebrate the fact he’s leaving. C’monnnn, please?”

After a lot of convincing, you did eventually cave in.

You didn’t know what to do, or how to prepare for a party. The closest you’ve ever been to a party is picking up your drunk ex roommate from them, so you consulted your friends. Turns out, you didn’t have anything that was “party appropriate,” so you had to look through Kim’s closet since she was also your size. You dug through her closet, but turns out you also suck at picking out party outfits so they had to help you with that too. You went through a few different outfits. You mixed and matched shirts, skirts and dresses, but it took a while.

You first tried on a red off shoulder top with a black skirt. It looked cute, but didn’t feel right. Maybe it wasn’t cute enough for the event, but you did like the outfit on its own.

Then a red spaghetti strap dress. You felt too open, the skirt feeling almost too short. You felt like it was too revealing and not stylish enough.

Then you tried an army green top with blue jean shorts. Again, it felt too casual. You struggled to find a good mix of casual and party appropriate. So you gave it up, and you let the girls fully take over.

They ended up picking a black halter top with a short, rhinestoned jean skirt and a chunky belt. You added a few bracelets, a necklace, cute earrings, and styled your hair. You then went to do your makeup, which you also didn’t know how to do for parties. You put your contacts in, and let Kim take over. She did your eye makeup, with eyeshadow with glitter in the inner corners, and eyeliner with a wing sharp enough to cut. She dusted blush on your cheek just enough to give a flush, but not too much. Once you looked in the mirror, you barely recognized yourself.

“Holy…”

“Good, right?” Kim smiled, looking at you through the mirror. “You look hot.”

“I…actually do.”

“I know, I did a good job. Thank you Kim!” She mimicked you.

“Yes, thanks Kim.”

“You’re welcome, now let’s get a move on. Sara, Renee and Kristin are waiting.” She walked out, grabbing a jacket, and her purse.

“I just need to pack a purse.”

“Here, take this one.” She tossed you a black juicy couture purse with hearts on it. You packed a battery pack, pain meds, noise cancelling headphones, bandaids, narcan (you never know), and tampons (not for you, but again, you never know.) You grabbed your leather jacket, and followed Kim out into your car. You typically drove since you had the biggest car, so you had to go pick up the other girls at their apartments before you went to the party. Once everyone was together, you made your way to the party.

The first thing you noticed when you turned onto the street was the loud music. This area was dubbed “MS4 row,” because a lot of the MS4s lived on the street (since it was close to the hospital.) You saw a house on the end with lights on and loud music, so you assumed that’s where the party was. You turned onto the corner, and had to search for a parking spot for a good 5 minutes. Once you finally found one, you all dropped your coats in the back seat, the five of you got out of the car and walked into the brownstone. There was a giant banner that said “Congratulations MS4s!”

This was it. Your first party.

The first thing that hit was a mix of booze smell and loud music. You looked around and took in the atmosphere, it was a decently sized place, with a staircase leading upstairs. The place was decently furnished, it was cute. You saw a photo of a blonde girl with friends, which is when you realized this was Sammie Andes’ house, an MS4 who was kind of obsessed with Langdon. That was the only thing you really knew about her, because she was older and not in your scene. The lighting was dim, cozy, and people filled every corner of the house. There was a lot of making out, a lot of drinks scattered around, and it was all foreign to you. You felt eyes on you, people probably wondering what the weird young MS1 was doing at this party, or they thought you looked too good to be true. You couldn’t tell whether you were being looked at in a good way or bad, and you didn’t want to know.

You just ignored the pit in your stomach, and decided to go grab a drink from the kitchen. You saw a good amount of people congregating in that area, so you dragged Kim with you.

“So, drink of choice?”

“Dude, you know I've never drank before.” You whispered.

“Right, I forgot. Uhh, just do a whiskey coke, or a vodka cranberry.” Kim suggested, so you reached for the cranberry juice and the vodka, and poured generously. You needed liquid luck, or so you felt like you did.

“Woah, slow down there.” She teased.

“Shut.” You side eyed her as you took a sip. You realized that it didn’t taste awful, but you could taste the vodka. It made you cough a bit at first, but you started to get used to that burning sensation at the back of your throat. Kim dragged you to a little corner in the living room where the rest of the girls were.

You were still getting used to how loud it was, your brain not used to hearing such loud music for such long periods. For a while, you zoned out and just focused on the music, but then Sara snapped you back into reality.

“Girl were you even listening?”

“Huh?”

“I’ll take that as a no. I was saying, there’s this cute second year who i’ve been talking to, and he’s been eyeing me up.”

“Ooh, are you gonna hook up with him?” Kristin teased, and she just gasped.

“Kris oh my god! maybe though.”

“See, and you yell at me.” Kristin chuckled, taking a sip of her drink.

“So, any of you guys eyeing anyone?” Sara asked, looking between the four of you.

“Nah, I’m not into anyone right now.” Kim shook her head.

“Anyone else? How’s your beef with Langdon.”

“He’s as irritating as ever.” You sighed, taking a long sip.

“What else is new?” Kim sighed.

“Nothing from the rest of us.”

“Yeah Sara is carrying the drama for us.” Renee added.

“True.” You agreed. Then you heard a familiar voice.

“Incoming.” Sara warned, and you turned around. Of course, it was Langdon.

“Can I help you?” You looked at him with disdain, clearly not appreciating him interrupting your conversation.

“I’m just surprised you’re here. This party is for adults only, I hope you know.” He smirked condescendingly.

“Ha ha, you’re so funny.” You rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, I’m surprised the child genius is capable of actually being social, and not looking like a total loser. Nice outfit by the way.” He took a sip from his beer, it was clear he was at least tipsy.

“Well, you learn something new every day, don’t you?” You scoffed.

“Guess so, see you later shortstack. Enjoy the party.” He then walked off like he was the coolest guy ever, and you just rolled your eyes.

“He’s so desperate for my attention it’s sad.”

“Right? It is kinda pathetic. He’s like a desperate puppy.”

“I can see it, honestly.” You shrugged, and just when you thought you had peace, a group of girls approached you. It was this group of girls who definitely were sorority popular girls in college. They were in your class, and they loved to try, key word try, to bully you.

“Oh look who it is! It’s the group of rejects, at a party? Who knew!” Kelly laughed, and these other girls next to her did too.

“Sorry, but I don’t recall seeing that this was your party, Kelly? Last I checked, everyone was invited.” You folded your arms.

“Yeah, but that’s because people don’t expect a squad of losers like you five to come.”

“Then we wouldn’t have been invited?” Kim quipped, and Kelly rolls her eyes. “Like seriously, grow up. This is medical school, not high school.”

“She has a point, you really need to grow up. We all know you peaked in high school, don’t gotta stick to the past.” You heard laughter come from around you, at your remark. That made you feel good.

“Well, whatever! At least people like me.”

“Do they? Because I'm pretty sure most people find you annoying because all you do is talk like a whiny bitch.”

“I could make your life hell!”

“I’m sure you could.” You pouted mockingly. “I live in fear of you, Kelly.”

“Ugh! Whatever.” She stomped off, and then you heard a loud thud in the distance.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked your friends, and they shrugged.

“Yo! My friend just fuckin passed out!” A male voice spoke in the distance. And you ran over. You wondered why nobody else was responding, considering this was a house full of med students. Probably because everyone was too drunk to realize. You were probably not sober enough to be doing this, but nobody else was, so you went to assess them.

“What’s his name and does he have any medical history?”

“Alex, and no, and no medications, he’s just been drinking.”

“Alex, hey you gotta wake up.” You did a sternal rub on his chest.

“Did he take anything?” You asked, flashing your flashlight in his eyes. “Never mind, I know the answer. Pinpoint pupils. He’s ODing. Someone call 911!” You yelled, and the friend did. You grabbed your purse, thanking yourself for bringing narcan. You sprayed it in his nostrils.

“Here, the 911 lady wants to talk to you.”

“Speaker, hello?”

“Hi, I’m Natalie with 911, I have an ambulance out on their way.”

“Hi, I just gave him two sprays of intranasal narcan. I found him unconscious, slow breathing, no response to pain and pinpoint pupils.”

“Ah, the OD triad. You did good.”

“Yeah, thanks.” You then heard the ambulance in the distance, followed by knocks at the door. “Let them in!”

The EMTs came in, and they had their stretcher.

“Hi, this is Alex Parker, 26 year old male. Probably laced, found unresponsive with the OD triad, gave him 2 sprays of intranasal naloxone. He’s definitely also drunk, according to the friend.” You briefed them, and they nodded as they transferred him onto the stretcher.

“Good work, thanks for helping him and not giving us a DOA.”

“You’re welcome. Henry! Ride with him.” You called the friend, who looked scared. He hesitated for a moment, but then tagged along. They then walked off and into the ambulance, and you closed the door.

“Back to the party yall! The fun’s over!” You yelled, and the music started back up. You then went back to your friends, who hyped you up.

“Good going back there! Oh my god, that was so future doctor of you!” Kim cheered.

“That was super cool though, it was smart to bring narcan.” Sara agreed.

“Thanks, kinda just…acted on instinct.” You shrugged, and picked your drink back up. You swallowed the rest down, before deciding you were going to get more.

“Hey I’m gonna go get more to drink, be right back.” You squeezed through the army of people in the room, and into the kitchen. Once you got there and had your hand on a bottle of vodka, someone touched your shoulder.

“Oh it’s you.” You sighed.

“I come in peace.” Langdon raised his hands in surrender.

“Do you?” You raised your eyebrow a bit.

“Yeah. I uh…what you did back there.” He spoke, his words slurred.

“What about it?” You poured your juice into your vodka.

“You uh, did good.”

“Yeah, I know.” You didn’t even look in his direction.

“And…it was…really hot.” He cased you in, his arms casing your body against the counter.

“What are you doing?”

“What I should’ve hours ago.” He grabbed you by the face, and kissed you. You gasped at first, taken aback and extremely confused, but within a few seconds, you grabbed at the collar of his shirt and kissed him back. The kiss was messy, a clash of tongue and teeth that spoke to how drunk the two of you were, but something rooted deep in it. A desire, need, even. Your other hand was in his hair, grasping at the loose strands. You let out a soft hum as he grabbed at your waist with a grip so firm it was as if he was scared of losing you. He held you with possessiveness, with desire to prove himself. He knew he wanted you, and he wasn’t going to hold back now that he had you.

When you pulled away, it felt like betrayal. He craved you now, he tried to bring you back in, but you held off. Instead, he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you away. The two of you went through the hallway and up the stairs, and into the guest bedroom. He slammed the door and locked it, immediately pushing you up against the closest wall, and kissing you once again.

This time it was a bit slower, less heated, less angry, like he had time to process his feelings.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” He mumbled, pulling away just to move down to your neck. He placed a soft kiss right under your ear, the stubble on his face creating an extra sensation that wasn’t unwelcome.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Since the moment you walked in this house, looking like fucking sin.” He bit and sucked gently on a spot right above your artery, feeling your pulse jump. “Looking hot already, then seeing you go and save Alex? Sexiest thing I've seen you do.”

“What, so you’re into girls who know their medicine.”

“I’m into smart girls.” He responded, leaving a trail of marks bound to form bruises. Your breath hitched slightly when he hit a sensitive spot, which when he realized, he abused.

“Right there, hm?” He sucked down, and it earned a soft moan out of you. You felt wrong for liking this, for being so into him at this moment. He was older than you by six years, he was your rival, he annoyed you so much, so why do you need him so bad right now? He then moved back up, kissing you again, his knee pressing against your clothed cunt. You moaned softly into his lips, and he chuckled.

“So needy.” He teased, holding you by your chin, tilted up to look at him. He looked hot like this, all disheveled from your hands in his hair. It was a look for him. You looked up at him for a moment, almost like you were begging.

“Jesus, you’re just begging for it, huh?” He smirked, pressing a soft kiss to your lips for a moment. “Go on.”

God he was just as cocky in bed as he was out.

You got onto your knees, before remembering you were a virgin and realized you had no experience sucking dick. Oh well, no better time to learn than now. You just prayed you were good enough to satisfy for now. You just went on to unzip his jeans and play the words “don’t fuck up” in your head. You brought his jeans and underwear down enough that his cock sprung out.

Your hand went up to jerk him off, lubing his cock up with his pre. You then took him into your mouth, careful to not use teeth, and when you started going down on him, it seemed like what you were doing was working, judging by his reaction. He pushed your head down further, and you just relaxed your throat and took it.

“Jesus, and to think you’re a virgin…fuck…” He groaned, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, causing a gag. He held you down on him for a moment, before letting you come up for air. “Yeah that’s it…” He praised, tilting your chin to face him. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, and thought that you couldn’t look hotter.

He pushed your head back down, controlling your head with his hand. He wasn’t super vocal, but you got a noise or two out of him when you did something right.

“Fuck…you keep doing that and I’m not gonna last much longer.” And he pulled you up. He then stood, and you two moved onto the bed. You didn’t even wanna think about the amount of people who’ve probably fucked on this bed. He rolled a condom on, pulled your skirt down, and tossed it aside. He positioned himself over you, encasing you in his arms. He pulled your panties off, and lined himself between your legs.

You braced yourself, not knowing how it’ll feel to lose your virginity. Everyone says it feels good, and the more technically you thought about it, the more it reassured you. The vagina was capable of pushing a whole ass child out, surely you could handle some dick. Some…good, big dick.

Once he was inside of you, you realized where all the hype was. It did feel amazing, and you moaned as he bottomed out, a groan escaping his lips.

“Fucking christ…you’re so tight. I forgot you’re a virgin…Jesus…you feel so good.”

“Oh-oh god.” You whimpered, still adjusting to the intrusion.

“Not so innocent now, huh?” He panted, thrusting deep into you. He held your hips with a firm grip, his hand resting on your lower stomach. He tilted his pelvis just so, and he was able to get even deeper. You were moaning and whimpering with every thrust, already so so close.

“I’m-fuck…i’m so close-” He groaned.

“M-me too.” You then heard the familiar sound of your ringtone going off, and you grabbed your phone off the table, but then he grabbed it.

“Girl where are-”

“She’s busy Kim.” And hung up.

Before you could process what just happened, he moved past and kept going.

He kept his rhythm slow and deep, making sure you felt him with every thrust. He felt your body tense around his cock. You heard his breathing quicken, and yours did too. With every deep thrust against your cervix, you got even closer, until your orgasm crashed over you tenfold. You cried out, your head against the pillow as he came, groaning as he came into the condom. For a moment, you stayed on top of each other, basking in the afterglow, and then he pulled out, you whined softly at the sudden emptiness.

“I know.” He kissed your stomach. He took off the condom and disposed of it in the trash can, and got his clothes on.

“You can use the bathroom here, I’ll go to the one in the hall.” He walked out, closing the door behind you. You went in to pee, clean up and make yourself look presentable. You then grabbed your phone, seeing a bunch of texts and missed calls from Kim.

Kim 11:46 PM

Dude where are u

Where did u go

You said you were gonna get drinks

What’s taking u so long?

Ru ok?

12:17AM

BRO WHAT THE FUCK?

ARE YOU HAVING SEX?

WITH LANGDON?????

“She’s busy Kim” WHAT????

EXPLAIN.

12:32AM

you:

sorry. i’ll be right downstairs

i’ll explain in a bit.

gotta go find him.

Once you were cleaned up, you stepped out. You searched around the house for him, but didn’t see him. Maybe he went downstairs? You walked down the stairs, looking for him but not seeing him anywhere.

Kim: he left girl

You: what???

You: like you saw him leave?

Kim: mhm hm.

You: wtf. we’re going home, fuck this.

Kim: sara will drive, she’s sober. we can talk.

You turned off your phone. You felt tears prick in your eyes, but you couldn’t cry. Not now, at least. You waited for the girls outside, and you handed Sara the keys. You put your coat on, and covered yourself. You laid your head on Kim’s shoulder. She drove you all home, then chose to walk home from your dorm hall.

Once you two arrived back at your dorm, you broke down into tears.

“That son of a bitch!” You yelled. You hung your coat, and threw your purse onto your bed. You went to the bathroom to take your makeup off, and change into a tshirt and shorts. Now you could cry. You broke down in sobs in Kim’s arms, and she held you.

“So tell me what happened.”

“I was-hic-getting a drink. He comes up to me and says that me saving Alex was sexy.” You started, her hand still holding you close, her arm around you. “And then, he closed me in and kissed me, right? I’m drunk, I kiss him back. We make out for a bit, then he takes me to the guest room, fucking gives me these stupid fucking hickeys, makes me suck his dick, then fucks me. He says he’s going to the bathroom, and then fucking disappeared!” You sobbed, crying into her arms. “He took my fucking virginity then LEAVES!”

“Shhhh, it’s okay. He’s an asshole, why did you sleep with him?”

“I was fucking drunk!”

“I know. We both are drunk right now.”

“He just fucking left! What a douchebag! And the worst part? I’m never seeing him again because today was move out day! So I can’t talk to him, I can’t shame him, I can’t do anything! I just live with the guilt of letting myself lose my virginity to an asshole six years older than me.” You hit the pillow, taking out all your aggression by screaming into it.

“Shh, just get some rest for now. Let’s drink water and go to bed.” Kim suggested, and you nodded.

Well, technically, you were still outside of it. But this had been the closest you had been to a gym in a while.

And it's not like you were unhealthy or that you lived a terrible diet or life. It's just that you wanted to help your body before it was too late. Plus, if your Almond Mom made one more comment during your monthly FaceTime call, you would actually lose it.

So here you sat in your car on the outskirts of the city of stars outside of a gym your friend of a friend Darcy Lewis hooked you up with.

However, before you could step out, a man in an ugly shirt and fugly jeans ran up and placed his body onto the hood of your car. "What the fuck!" You yelled as the man pulled out a camera with a long lens and zoomed in on a person walking across the street at the end of the block.

An Emmy Nominated Actress and the internets Mother: Wanda Maximoff.

You found yourself stunned to see her as you looked out and to the back from your driver's side window. Your mind thinking of every piece of media and content you LOVE! While the other part of you is squealing on the inside as your stomach does flip after flip.

How the fuck was she a model in just street clothes and gym wear???

Your thoughts of Wanda came to a screeching halt when, all of a sudden, you heard this agitating male voice. "Come on, Wanda! Smile for once!" The man on the hood of your car moved off and took picture after picture of Wanda as she passed by and entered your new favorite gym.

The sight and grin of the bald man made your blood boil.

So, as he admired his pictures, you honked your horn and gave him a good scare before grabbing your phone and water bottle and exiting your car. "What the hell was that?"

The man looks you over and tilts his head. "Excuse me?"

"Excuse me?" You mock back. "Yeah, excuse you, dude! First, you climb all over my car that I'm still actively paying off! Then you just harass and take pictures of somebody??" You bark at the man as you walk onto the sidewalk.

"Chill, it's just pictures." He rolls his eyes and starts walking away from you. "Still not right, you asshole!" You yell even if you secretly love them whenever you see them on social media. But you raise your head high and watch the man walk away before you enter the gym.

The lady behind the desk looks at you with a smile. "You tell him!" She sends you a thumbs up as you smile and shake your head before scanning the special gym card Darcy had to give you.

It was metal. Like what??

Anyways. You smile and walk into the large, spacious gym. It plays quiet music as you step onto the floor. Mostly, everybody you walk past on the way to the treadmill is too busy with their music and AirPods.

Shit, you forgot yours.

You sigh, hating the thought of being alone with your own ones. Still, you set your phone and water bottle down as you hit some buttons on the treadmill. "Woah!" You jolt as the belt suddenly kicks the speed up as it slowly starts.

You chuckle nervously to yourself and look around in case anyone saw you.

No one did but one person.

But they'll show up in a second. Because right now, your eyes found the bald-ass paparazzi douche through the window waiting across the street. You let out a deep, upset sigh through your nose and gave him a glare he couldn't see before your view became obstructed.

A side profile from a face sculpted by the goddesses themselves distracts your pretty eyes as Wanda Maximoff sets up on the treadmill next to you.

She briefly glances at you before she puts in her AirPods and starts up her treadmill. You don't mean to, but you stare longer than you should before finding yourself moving down the treadmill.

You snap out of her stunning trance on you and begin your workout.

Although you'd be lying if you said it was easy to concentrate on anything other than the tremendous and beautiful Wanda Maximoff. Because your eyes kept moseying on back to her again and again, you tried to stop and be normal, but your thoughts became clouded with questions.

Should I say hi?

Do I even talk to her?

How is her garden doing?

Will she ever stop wearing that row bag?

"Excuse me?" The voice of an angel forces your eyes up and over. Wanda Maximoff removes an AirPod from her ear and looks at you before she starts speaking again. "You're the one who yelled at the paparazzi, right?"

Wanda knew it was you. She watched you yell at him before she scurried off earlier.

You nod. "Ye-yeah, that was me!" You immediately feel embarrassed by your overzealous nature before closing your eyes and sighing. You open them back up and smile at Wanda, who has the corner of her lips curled up. "Yes, that was me."

Wanda nods. "Well, thank you. It's awful to deal with them." She says as you nod. You could imagine. Her twin brother Pietro also deals with it. The Maximoffs are kind of a household name after their sister Polaris started on a show when she was a baby. "Yeah, I'm sorry you have to." You politely respond and give her a sympathetic smile before she waves you off. "I chose to become famous."

"Yeah, but that doesn't give those assholes with cameras any right." You speak, making her pull her lips in with a surprised look. "Sorry." You say after a second or two. But Wanda shakes her head. "No, you're completely right. Sorry for my face. It's just... it's just nice to have someone be so candor..."

You knew all about Wanda's ex and how they cheated on her.

You offer a smile before looking at the window. Wanda doing the same following your eye-line. "Well, it appears I didn't tell him off enough." Wanda hums and turns back to you. She looks at her AirPods. "Do you want one?"

The bald man leaves your eyesight as you look at the darling actress of your life. "I- uh, no, yeah. Yeah. Thank you." Your hands shake slightly as you take it and place it in your right ear. Wanda notices the nervousness coming from you but doesn't want to bring it up and make it worse. "Do you have anything in particular you'd like to listen to?" She asks, her voice soft after speeding up her treadmill

"No. I'm down for whatever." You answered honestly as your brain caught up to the fact that you were talking and being friendly with THE Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda hits shuffle on her Spotify before looking up to you. "Well, I hope you like The Guardians." She says as an 80's inspired synth slowly starts filling your ear before an electric guitar breaks through and a man's voice starts singing about his girlfriend. "I've never heard them!"

Wanda looks back at you. "What!?" She looks shocked. "Peter Quill, Drummer Drax, Guitarist Gamora..?" Wanda says, hoping that something would click by offering you some context of the band members.

You shake your head.

Wanda grabs her phone. "Oh my gosh. Okay. I know what we're listening to!" She queues up the band's first album, simply titled Vol. 1.

You can't help but smile.

Fuck she really was as lovely and as charming as everyone always described her.

"I've become obsessed." She says, putting her phone down. "I can tell." You joke, making her playfully roll her eyes.

Was this flirting? Oh god, am I finally doing it??

"Carol Danvers got me hooked onto them."

That name made a ding go off in your brain, and words fell from your mouth before you could stop them.

"Oh yeah, you're doing a movie together!"

You tensed up quickly after saying that. Now Wanda would know you were not just a regular fan or avid watcher. You were an 'I have updates on my phone about things you do' type of fan.

Wanda looks to you before turning down the music one or two clicks. "Oh... I didn't realize you were such a fan." She says a little coldly to her warm words from moments ago. You stumble over your words. "Yeah- no, I mean, yes, I am a fan and know who you are, but- j- just forget I said anything or ruined this nice moment." You close your eyes and feel awful before turning away to avoid her precious green eyes if they looked at you.

The music goes back up with a click.

You sigh.

And a moment passes.

"We actually finished the movie already." Wanda offers, making you look back at her. "Oh really?" She nods, and you can tell in those same green eyes that the moment between you two isn't lost. "So, a fan, huh?" You nod sheepishly as her eyes look over your face. "I would've yelled at the asshole outside regardless of if it was you or not, by the way."

Wanda likes that and chuckles a little bit. "Well, I appreciate that. Is he still there?"

You look at the window and nod. "Well, you can yell at him some more later when you walk me to my car," Wanda says without facing you. She bites back a smile. You feel your cheeks flush. "You got it." You say and focus on getting your steps in as your face reddened.

"By the way..." You look to your left. "It's okay that you're a fan, honestly. It's just sometimes nice to forget and... and to have people talk to you for you." You nod and, after a couple of quiet seconds, stick your hand out to her. "I understand. I'm Y/n."

Wanda realizes she never got your name and sends an apologetic smile. "I'm Wanda." Her soft hand shakes yours before letting go. The touch sends shivers down your sides before you smile. "Let me guess." You start. "You have the look of someone who sings for a living?" Wanda smiles and lets out a loud laugh. Shaking her head and ducking her face when people around the gym look to her. "How did you guess?" She says, making you shrug with a grand look and smile. Enjoying this second chance. Even as you two lie about her profession. "Just had a feeling."

That feeling would transform into jokes and continuous small talk as you two completed your workouts together. Well, actually, you just did whatever Wanda did, which was a struggle. Her past roles in those superhero movies really upped her body fitness.

"So, how come I've never seen you at this gym before?" Wanda asked as sweat covered the both of you while she refilled her water bottle. "Did you just move here?" Wanda asks with a glint in her eyes. You shook your head. "No, I live around." You missed a smile Wanda got for one second. "I know a friend of a friend, and they got me in." Wanda nods. "Well..." She puts the top on her bottle. "I'm glad I got to meet you."

"Me too." You say like that wasn't evident as you hide your blush. But Wanda sees it like all the other ones today. Wanda knows and shares the friendly/flirty smile you send her before she leads the two of you to the doors outside.

"Shit, I almost forgot about him," Wanda mumbles as the egghead starts to take pictures of the two of you. Wanda, putting on her sunglasses, gestures for you to follow her. You join in step with her.

"Just ignore him." She mumbles as you walk closer and closer to her car. And you do ignore him and his need for attention until you feel like he crosses a line.

He brings up Wanda's ex, and you see her cringe and tense up. "It's old news! Now come on and smile!" He shouts and treats her like a dog, sending you into a blind rage as you, without thinking, shove your phone and water bottle into Wanda's hand and turn back to the man several yards away.

"Hey, Blob!" You shout, attacking how he looks. Which you would never do but fuck he deserved it as you stepped closer and closer. The man drops the camera from his eye to around his neck as Wanda and him watch you encroach. "Leave Wanda the fuck alone before the last thing that camera sees is your ass!"

The man sneers. "Touch me or the camera, and I'll see you in court." You watch him smirk and go to lift his camera back up. "That's what I thought."

Wanda watches it all unfold as you look back at her and at the man before you lift your hand. Careful not to touch him or his stupid ass camera but instead the strap around his neck. Wanda watches as, with one simple click, the strap comes undone, and his camera slips out of his hand.

Smashing onto the floor.

The man stands shocked at the damage before he steps forward. "I didn't touch you." You say with a shit-eating grin. "You fucking wrecked my camera!?" He cries out, making you smile wider. "No, I didn't. You dropped it."

You are never one for confrontation or smug comments, but there was something about Wanda and this disgusting man that made your need to protect shoot off like a flare in the night.

Plus, maybe that feeling of justice sent you flying back to Wanda's side.

"I've thought about doing something like that a million times." She beamed to you. Through her sunglasses, you couldn't tell how her eyes glossed over your face, but watching you now, something had changed for Wanda. "Well, I'm glad to make your dreams come true."

Wanda laughed as the two of you walked back to her car. Not caring for the man crying on the sidewalk.

"I must know, will you be back at this gym? I might need more cameras smashed." You smile and chuckle. "Yeah. Same time next week?" You said with confidence coursing through you now as adrenaline picked up.

Wanda shook her head as she opened her Prius door. "How about Friday? I know a great spot for some smoothies afterward."

This sounds like a date.

You did your best to hide the overwhelming excitement, but you don't think you did an outstanding job. "That sounds great!"

Wanda loved that. "Here, put your number in." She said, handing you the same device you listened to music with earlier—her phone. You looked up and back down before putting in your number.

You were not about to wake up if this indeed was a dream.

"I'll text you my schedule for Friday. See what time works best for us." Wanda sits in her driver's seat and starts the car. Letting the A/C blow her hair back. "Maybe we'll have to skip the workout and just go straight to smoothies."

You smile. "That wouldn't be so bad."

Wanda smiled back. "I thought so." She winked. "Fan."

You shook your head and closed the door for her before she rolled down her window. "Bye, Y/n!" She playfully sang before pulling out of her spot, blasting Vol. 1.

Wanda looked back at you in the rearview mirror and smiled.

By the time Friday rolled around, Wanda knew the gym wasn't happening and wore an outfit fit for a date.

Smoothies and pizza later in the night.

Wanda made a home-cooked breakfast the next morning.