K9 School
Summary: In which life panned out differently, and BB, Lane and Amelia all made it to the same university. You meet the trio during what was supposed to be an uneventful turned eventful night, and thus marks the start of your university life really starting. Pairing(s): BBD Cast x MC
Word count: 3.4k Content Warning: MDNI! Profanities, mild misogyny, cussing like there's money involved, incomplete lore but we'll all figure it out as I go, not proofread
You thought joining a new dorm mid semester would’ve been the easiest thing ever. You didn’t think anyone would notice either, definitely not the three suitcases weighing a bomb as you trudged up the stairs at 1am in the morning, the wheels all but announcing your fifteen flight ascent.
Was this technically illegal? Yeah. But you couldn’t tolerate your last dorm anymore. The neighbours were always too loud too early in the morning, the dorm guardians were way too stiff, the whole place was just as fitted as an xs condom on a horse cock.
"Fucking hell…” you muttered, cursing under your breath as you the wheels clacked against each step of the stairs, the corner of the luggage scraping on the steps. All this work, all these steps just to get some peace during the night and quiet during the day. You should’ve just dropped out or something.
By the 11th floor, you needed a break. You were going to land in the hospital with your luggages crushing you if you tried to track up another flight without stopping. Just as you rolled your luggages into the corner however, you could hear the footfall of someone coming down the stairs and the muffle of a voice.
”-and her boyfriend was just staring at us from the back while i’m like pushing her off me, and he’s not doing shit! Like what kinda cuck behaviour is that?” The voice only grew louder, coaxing you to step in the corner with your luggage while you stared at the flight above, watching two bodies appear at the turn and pause upon seeing you.
”And- uh, there’s a chick here?” The shorter of the two nudged the taller, glancing at him as though he was trying to make sure they were both seeing the same thing.
”Affirmative.” His voice was softer, muffled beneath the sleek black bike helmet he was already wearing.
”Dude,” the first guy groaned, “can you act fucking normal in front of the cute chick for once? You massive virgin”
”I’m right here, by the way,” you arched a brow, staring unimpressed at the chatty one, “and I can hear loud and clear.”
”I know doll, don’t get your panties in a twist.”
”You talk like that to every girl you meet?”
”Only the cute ones,” he winked, a cocky smirk stuck to his face.
”No wonder you’re bitchless.”
”Whoa,” he laughed, almost disbelieving as he swerved to give the broody guy a look before turning back to you, hands stuffed into the pockets of his blue hoodie, “first of all, I get mad hoes. Like you would not even believe. And second, you got spunk. Cute.” His eyes drifted to the luggages, back up to me, “What floor are you heading to babe?”
”Whichever floor you aren’t on.”
”Better pick a number and pray you’re lucky then”
”Do you-” The taller suddenly spoke up, his voice gravelly and deep. Generally unfitting for a university student, “need any help, miss?”
”Oh-” You blink in surprise, glancing towards the luggages before glancing back up at him again. “It’s alright, I don’t want to be a bother, and you’re both headed elsewhere.”
”I insist.”
You sighed, an unsure look crossing your face as you glance down to your phone, checking your notifications, “are you sure? My friend said she’ll come by in a minute-”
Before you can finish your sentence, he was already halfway down the steps while the other lagged behind, seemingly disinterested but he still grabbed a luggage while the biker grabbed one in each hand and started walking up. “Which floor is your destination?”
”God, you talk like you’ve got a stick up your ass.”
”The 15th floor,” they both ignored the guy at the back, “thank you for your help, you really don’t have to.” You feel kind of bad making them do all the heavy lifting, but at least it was only 4 more flight of stairs. “I’m Lotte, by the way.”
”Lane,” the loudmouth grunted, “you can call him whatever,” Lane nodded his chin towards the towering guy up front, “he’s weird with names. He won’t care what you call him. You can call him fag, that’d be funny” he chuckled to himself.
”That’s a first,” she clicked her tongue thoughtfully, ignoring his remark before glancing back up at the male beside her carrying her loaded luggages like it weighed nothing, “you ride, right? A bike to be specific?”
”Affirmative.” Accompanied by another groan behind.
”Is it weird if I call you Biker Boy? Or BB for short-”
”BB?” Lane snorted dryly, “that might be the corniest shit i’-”
”BB is fine.” Biker Boy interrupted before lane could finish, “it’s nice to meet you, Lotte.”
Lane gave you an up and down from the back, “so, you uh-” his eyes lingering at your ass far longer than necessary while he spoke, “you moving into your boyfriend’s dorm or something?”
”Not exactly?” You didn’t know how much to spill to the duo. BB seemed reliable enough, but if you talked to loudmouth at the back, you’d quite literally have no one to blame but yourself. “Just uh, moving.”
”In the middle of the semester?”
”Yeah?”
“Right…” Lane’s eyes flickered up to stare at the back of your head, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “So, who’s your friend that’s supposed to be on her way?”
”She lives on the 15th as well, I don’t think you’ll know her, she’s a fourth year.”
”Yeah? You’d be surprised by how many chicks I-“
”There you a- oh what the hell?” Your head swerved towards the redhead at the stair entrance of the 15th floor, her previously chipper greeting dying in her throat as she threw a scathed look at the two guys around you. “Why are these two dogs with you?”
”Amelia,” You gave her a quick hug, one she returned with a squeeze all while her sneer never shifted from the two, “they were helping me with the luggages. “That’s lane and uh, biker boy-”
”Ha! That bitch’s your fucking friend?” Lane couldn’t help the dry laugh as he finally hauled the luggage up the last step, “you finally found the snack to your fridge.”
You didn’t even realize it yourself until you felt the faint sting of your palms that you had slapped Lane across the face, albeit not a hard one, but the shock itself was enough to stun both you and Lane.
”Ah shit- I didn’t even realize- sorry, but you don’t get to talk my friend like that,” you didn’t quite know whether to apologize or stand your ground, but you know for a fact this walking dickbag didn’t get to talk to Amelia like that.
Amelia was stunned, hearts almost in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around your stomach from behind, cooing, “Angel,” she sighed, almost melting into you, “that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
BB remained still by the side, not moving to help Lane, but you couldn’t help but think he might’ve been just the slightest bit amused behind that tinted visor of his. How was he seeing anything through those things?
“Holy shit,” Lane laughed, the sound almost unreasonably giddy with glee, head slowly craning back as he licked the inside of his cheek to check for the tinge of metal, “that was kinda hot. Do that again.”
”Ugh,” Amelia’s lips twisted into a disgusted frown as she released your waist to clamp down on your wrist instead, pulling you into the hallway with her, “fucking neanderthal, that one. Like a bunch of dogs around a bone,” she mutters angrily under her breath, all while BB and Lane followed behind, steps and wheels now silent on the carpeted floor.
”They aren’t too bad, Biker Boy offered to help me since I was struggling-” you tried to defend them, or at the very least biker boy. As far as you could tell, he had been nothing but kind and respectful up until now.
“Dogs, Angel.” She turned around to look you in the eye, her voice dead serious, “each and every one of them,” Amelia said it with such resolve and resolute that you found whatever weak defence you had scrappily put together dying on your tongue. “Anyways, here you are,” she stops in front the door, sliding the keys into the lock to open the door, “I’m just a couple doors down, so you can come by mine once you finish unpacking,”
“Oh, thanks but it’s late though, I don’t want to keep you up any longer-”
”Nonsense, I don’t sleep this early anyways, you know that,” she smiled down at you before her head snapped up to glare at the two guys catching up, “hurry the fuck up! Could you two be any slower? God, get her luggages inside already,” she barked, the switch-up of her tone and attitude a stark 180, almost enough to give you whiplash.
“I’m here to help Lotte, not take orders from you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, you’re acting bitchier than usual, you pms-ing or something?” Lane snickered as he pulled the luggage into the room, following BB at setting the luggage down.
“You and your stupid misogynistic jokes. This is why you’ve been nothing but a downhill mess since highschool,” Amelia scoffed, uncaring about the grimace that flashes across Lane’s face as she pulled me in whilst folding her arms, “alright, now that you two are basically useless from here on out, how about you two fuck off back to your doghouse so we can unpack”
“Wow,” Lane rolled his eyes, folding his arms to match while staying planted where he stood, “we just helped her carry her bricks for luggages up four flight of stairs, and now we just get kicked out as thanks? Real kind of you.”
”What, you want a medal or something? Get the fuck out.”
”I’d take a kiss,” Lane grinned at you, a flirty smile on his face before amelia stepped on his feet, “ow! What the fuck- what’s your problem!”
”Stop flirting with my fucking friend and get out!”
”Amelia, it’s fine-” you had to step in now before they started fighting in the middle of your new barren room. You’d rather no one start mopping the dusty floor with their body. “They can stay if they want, it’s really not a big deal.”
“Yeah see? The doll says we can stay, suck it, sis,” Lane snickers at Amelia, and your head basically snaps towards Lane with wide eyes and jaw hanging.
“Amelia’s your sister?!”
“Yeah, I know, I won the genetic lottery and she got the short end of the stick. Tragic,” all throughout knowing him for this brief 10 minutes, that shit eating, almost flirty grin had never shifted from his expression. You couldn’t tell if it was just because he had the advantage of being pretty, or he actually isn’t as much of a dick as he’d trying very hard to make himself out to be.
But now that you looked closer though, you could see through Amelia’s red hair and find some resemblance. The striking blue eyes, for one. But where Amelia’s were bright, almost like the sun flickering off the surface of the sea, Lane’s were murkier. More jaded. Like life hadn’t spared him any hope.
“That rat is my little brother, yeah,” Amelia rolled her eyes as she bent down to open the first luggage, “worst thing to happen to my life-“
“Wait not that one!”
“Whoa!” You sucked a breath in as the luggage flipped open, “you the alcohol dealer or something?” Lane was the one to voice what everyone was thinking, but everyone had matching expressions; you assumed BB shared the same, but dumbstruck was a generous term for the awkward silence in the room.
“Uh, I sometimes drink,” you cough awkwardly, slowly closing that luggage as though that would erase the sight of at least 20 bottles of alcohol, some full and others less full, methodically organised between clothes. “Just, pretend you didn’t see that-”
“Babygirl is full of surprises,” Lane whistled, his bodyweight resting on the foot frame of the bed, “You don’t look like the party type. Usually they’re a little more raunchy, you know? You strike me more as a nerd. A cute one, but still.”
“You’re so gross,” Amelia grumbled as she opened the luggage again to start shifting the bottles of alcohol onto the table, giving each bottle a quick skim through as they passed through manicured hands.
“I’m not,” you supplemented, glancing between BB and Lane, “it’s just a way for me to… unwind.”
Even you didn’t really buy the shit you were saying, and clearly none of the other three really bought it either. Shit, this was such shit timing, you couldn’t even find it in yourself to be mad, just a tense as you hoped they’d drop the topic.
“I like a girl who knows how to relax and fun,” Amelia shrugged as another bottle was added to the growing collection on the table, “it’s kinda hot, being smart, pretty and cool,” she bit back a grin as she glanced at you, “it’s so nice to finally have a girl around, it sucks being around testosterone all the time” she couldn’t help the sneer thrown at Lane.
“Yo I didn’t even do shit!” scoffing, as though he was thinking ‘can you believe this bitch?’ He was probably thinking that, he wasn’t that hard to read. “Besides, isn’t this where that cunt Bryce-”
“Brian”
“-Brute used to live?” he gave the room was sweep, visibly unimpressed, “he moved out or something?”
“or something.” You supplemented, your fingernails scratching at the side of your scalp absentmindedly, “I guess he just needed a change of scenery, like I did.”
“You don’t have to be nice to him, you know. You can just ignore him,” Amelia finally closed the luggage as the last of the alcohol bottle was on the table, standing to full height. “You couldn’t have a proper conversation with him if you tried.”
“Oh yeah? Because you definitely tried, huh?” Lane’s smirk grew sharper, his eyes on edge as his teeth gritted like Amelia had picked at a sore wound of his.
Oh boy.
“Grow the fuck up, you man child. You wanna start bawling in front of your next conquest to fuck? You’re so miserable, just being around you is suffocating”
You gently plucked one of the half drunk bottles from the desk, unscrewing the cap before taking a quick swig out of it. It looks like Amelia was about to say something before Lane snapped, “all you women do is bitch and whine and nag and run your fucking mouth and act like you know everything, like shit, maybe if you’d learn to shut the fuck up for once, guys would actually like you”
“Ha! You think I want a bunch of dogs on my ass?” Her words were almost heaved, like that was the funniest joke she had ever heard.
You blew out a long, silent breath through puffed cheeks. You hadn’t imagined your night to go like this, but here you were in your sloppy free school shirt and shorts, in your new, unswept and unmopped room with a tower of a guy and Amelia tearing a new one into his little brother. You took another long swig because god knows you needed it, before you offered a drink to BB with a silent tilt of the green bottle.
“No thank you.” You still couldn’t get used to his voice. It wasn’t obvious before but now that you were in close proximity to him, his words felt like a rumble in your chest. Whether it was more akin to the purr of a motor or the shake of a disaster yet to come, you weren’t sure yet. “I don’t think so much alcohol is healthy for you though,” he slowly, gently, as though scared to spook you off, tried to pick the bottle from your grasp, only for you to twist your body away, bottle tucked close to your chest.
“I appreciate the concern, but I don’t need it.” You hadn't mean for your tone to come off as sharp and defensive as it did, but it did all the same, though thankfully it didn't seem to ruffle BB. Still, you took a small breath, laxing the tension in your shoulders as you smoothed over your tone, “Besides,” another tip of the bottle, “I can handle my liquor, and I know what i’m doing. I’ll be fine.”
He didn’t seem convinced, and you didn’t blame him either. But you had just met the guy, and frankly your problem was exactly that: yours. It was your problem for you to deal with by yourself however you see fit.
You glanced to the siblings, seeing them step closer to each other, Amelia only growing more agitated by the passing moment, and while this was technically your room now, you didn’t think it was your place to intrude. They could sort it out themselves. Like how Amelia had been kind enough not to push about your alcohol, you’ll return that kindness by letting her eviscerate her little brother. Besides, that was just a normal brother and sister relationship.
Right?
You quietly sidestepped the pair and knelt down to unload your next luggage, the pile of largely black, whites, greys and blues. You shook out a bunch of the fabric, white coat, jackets, formal wear and all, hooking them onto hangers. As you were about to stand up however, BB was already looming over you, his hand extended.
”I’ll help.”
”It’s okay BB, it’s just some clothes, i’ll be quick.”
”I insist.”
”My bras and undergarments are in this luggage.” You thought you were imagining him blushing, but your eyes drifted down to the bit of skin shy on his neck and realised he in fact, was.
You couldn’t help but giggle. This hulking tank of a man, blushing over the idea of seeing your bra and panties? It was oddly endearing. The contrast was cute, and you couldn’t help but find charm in that.
”I uh- I won’t look, if you’ll let me help you.”
”I will though,” Lane’s voice appeared beside you next, gaze greedy and he rubbed his hands together like a fly, “we looking at lingerie?”
”Ugh, keep it in your pants!” Amelia smacked him upside the head, earning a pained hiss before she joined to help me unpack. “and that’s cue for the two of you dipshits to leave. Shoo, go. This is girl time, and i’m helping her. Before I call up dorm security for trespassing.”
”It’s not even your room, the hell you kicking us out for?”
“I’m kicking you two out in her steed because she’s too nice to do it herself, so if you would so kindly leave.”
Lane seemed to consider arguing, but then he stopped himself short, a grin breaking through and Amelia knew that dumbass look anywhere. “Whatever it is you’re thinking,” she followed Lane’s line of sight towards me, “drop it. Not happening. Not in a million years.”
“I’ll leave, if I get the babe’s number,” he wiggled his brow, as though egging me on, “and then you’ll have one sexy dude making you laugh on your phone, doesn’t that sound like the dream?”
Lane was attractive, you had eyes to see that for yourself. But you didn't feel like stroking his ego when it kind of felt like there were already a swarm of girls who were doing that for him. “I’ll strike you a deal,” you crossed your arms, watching him pull out his phone, probably readying his contacts. “You can find my instagram and message me on there, and i’ll reply you.”
“Man, you’re gonna make me work for it?” He groaned, but really he was already pulling up instagram, “women and their hard to get games.”
BB coughed awkwardly, almost seemingly shy as he pulled out his own phone, the thing looked pathetically small in his hands, the back of the black device cracked. “Could I… get your number then?”
You contemplated it, but Amelia didn’t like the beat of hesitation and answered before you could, “you can also find her instagram. Now scram, out.” She spun the two guys around and worked towards shoving them out of the room.
“I’ll catch you around babe, don’t miss me too much-!”
The door slammed shut, commenced with a resounding click of the door before she turned back to face you, muttering about two ‘pain in the ass’. “Sorry you had to deal with all that, I didn’t think you’d be so unlucky as to get jumped by those two on your way up. If I had known, I would’ve fetched you from your dorm directly,” she sighed, before bending down to help take your clothes from you. “Here, I’ll help you out. You hungry? I’ve got some granola bars in my room across the hall if you are-”
On the surface, this should’ve just been a sort of friendly encounter. Amelia and Lane were fighting on some tightrope only they could see, but you could tell it wasn’t outright malicious.
Then there was BB. He seemed nice enough but, you couldn’t put your finger on it.
Had you seen him before?
No, it wouldn’t make sense. There’s no reason as to why you’d have seen him before.
But still, you couldn’t help but feel like there was something weird going on. You’ve met your fair share of weirdos by now, believe me you have. But just something told you there was going to happen.
Your phone lit up, a notification lighting up the screen.
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