(Eva Mohn x Reader): Do you want to make out? (2/3)
Summary: Reader is a penetrator and at the charity party Eva starts hitting on her. Now it’s after the party and things get intense
A/N: So I kept this going because I’m kind of obsessed with Eva (apologies for spelling and grammar)
After Eva finished vomiting you had led her back into the party, cleaned her up, and then found her friends.
As you watched her friends gingerly lead her out of the party to go home you turned around only to have Chris appear at your side, “So, what’d you think? She’s pretty good, isn’t she?” He asks.
“What?” You reply, as you turned to face him, confused as to what he was talking about.
“Oh, we didn’t hook up.” You reply, “She was drunk.”
“That’s never stopped you before.” He commented, raising an eyebrow, taking a sip of his drink.
“First of all, those girls kiss me first, second of all, Eva might actually be gay so I’m not going to fuck it up by kissing her when she’s about to vomit.”
“Awkward,” He comments before looking around, “Have you seen Will? I want to go home but I think he wanted a ride to his place.”
“Last I saw he was a little...preoccupied.” You reply, smirking, “He was making out with the first year- the one that he’s been trying to get with.”
“Good for him,” Chris replies with a grin, “I’ll head out then, do you need a ride home?”
“No, I’ll just walk since it’s not too far.” You reply.
."Hey! (Y/N)!" An unfamiliar voice shouted as you walked down the sidewalk. You turned around, confused as to who would be trying to catch up to you, you thought most of the guys had already left the party.
When you turned around you saw two guys you didn't recognize walking towards you. Your stomach clenched but you willed yourself to not freak out, they were probably just guys from the party you’d forgotten about.
"What?" You asked, keeping your voice calm and even.
"You're (Y/N), right?" The same guy asked as they got closer.
"Who wants to know?" You asked, crossing your arms across your chest.
"The Yazukas." He replied before stopping right in front of you, his face inches away from yours.
Your stomach dropped. Any false sense of confidence was gone from your face. The Yazukas had been causing trouble for you and the other Penetrators for a few weeks, starting fights with the group or jumping guys from your school.
"Well, that's me, what do you want?" You asked, willing your voice to not shake.
"We need you to send a message to William Magnussen." He replies.
You could tell the guys are trying to be intimidating and rather stupidly decide to taunt them, "I can text him if you want," you offer with a small smirk, "maybe an email?"
"That's not the kind of message we meant." He replied as he took yet another step towards you.
Once you realized what was about to happen your hands immediately flew up to block him as he tried to punch you in the face. The other guy came around and grabbed you by the shoulders and threw you to the ground.
You cried out as you feel the side of you face make harsh contact with the cement. Then one of them starts kicking at your stomach as the other squats down at turns you face towards the dark sky before punching you in the nose.
"You tell William Magnussen that next time we'll make sure you can't walk away." He spits in your face as you blink back tears at the searing pain as you feel a warm wetness starts to cover your face.
The duo started to walk away and once you can't hear them anymore you shakily reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. It's slightly cracked in one of the corners but not too worse for wear. You unlock it and pull up your contacts and shakily hit the call button next to Will's name.
"Hello?" You hear him groggily on the other line when he picks up.
"Are you okay? You sound like you're crying," he responds after a brief pause.
"I'm on Uranienborgveien near the park, can you -um- come and get me?"
"What happened?" He asks you.
You sigh, not wanting to get into it yet, "Please just come and get me, I'll explain it then."
"Alright, give me a few minutes." He said before hanging up.
You put your phone back in your pocket and decided it was time to assess the damage.
You sat up and could already feel a dull, aching pain in your stomach, signaling that you'll have a nasty bruise across your abdomen tomorrow. You then lifted you hands up to your face where you felt something warm and sticky, causing you to realize that your nose was bleeding profusely now. You felt further up and immediately pulled your hand away realizing that you had a cut all the way from above your eyebrow down to your cheekbone.
As you waited for Will you vainly tried to wipe the blood off your face.
When you saw his car pull up you stood up shakily and he quickly stopped and hoped out.
"Jesus Christ, (Y/N), what happened?" He asks, his voice doused in concern as you walks over to you.
"It-it was two of the Yazuka guys." You told him as he lifted you chin up so he could get a better look at your face, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
William shakes his head, "You have nothing to be sorry for, they did this to you."
"They also said that it was a message...for you...he said that next time I wouldn't be able to walk away." You add, glancing down at the sidewalk, not being able to bear looking him in the eyes.
"I'm going to fucking kill those guys I-"
"Please stop," you said, cutting him off as you pressed you hands into the sides of your head.
"Shit, sorry, let's get you back to my place and clean you up." He said, leading you back to his car.
When you got back to Will's apartment he sat you down at his kitchen table and got to work cleaning you up. Once you were no longer covered in blood Will finally sat back.
"Shit (Y/N), I'm so sorry." Will muttered, pulling you into a hug
"It's not your fault. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm the weakest link in the group."You reply, squeezing him tightly.
"That's not true-" He starts.
"Yes it is, I'm the smallest, I’m the girl, I kind of have to be." You reply with a small shrug.
"I'm going to call the guys to let them know what happened." William says as he pulls away from the hug and pulls his phone out of his pocket.
"Please don't," You say, not wanting everyone else to be worried about you too.
"(Y/N), have you seen your face? That's not going to be gone by Monday, they're going to find out." William replies with a furrowed brow.
"Fine,” you mumble, getting up and walking over to couch in his living room, "I'm going to sleep." You announce as you collapse onto the couch gracelessly.
The best morning you woke up with a groan, you'd been so tired you hadn't had any trouble falling asleep but how you could feel the pain of what happened the night before catching up with you.
You groggily got up stretched before making your way into William’s kitchen before starting to make breakfast - it was the tradition you had every time you stayed over at Will's house since he woke up so late and you woke up so early.
The smell of the waffles you were making must have woken Will up because he stumbled out of his room with a happy grin on his face.
"You know you just got beat up right? You don't have to make me breakfast." He jokes as he sits down at the table.
"I'm not making you breakfast, these are all for me," you replied with a smirk.
"All of the guys are really worried about you, a few want to come over today and check in on you," he tells you as you set his plate down in front of him.
"That's fine,” You reply, “if it'll make them stop freaking out."
You figured that before the guys came over you should try your best to clean yourself up as much as possible and not smell to ripe so you hopped in the shower.
When you looked in the mirror you could see that the cut on your face looked pretty bad still and you were developing a black tinge around one of your eyes, probably from the punch to the nose.
After you got out of the shower you grabbed some sweats from Will's room and put them on.
You padded out into the living room with wet hair to find some of the guys were already here.
"(Y/N)! God you look awful," Chris said as he came up to you and pulled you into a tight hug.
"You too," you reply, shooting him a look as he lets you go.
"How are you doing?" Seb asks from where he’s sitting on the couch with William, Julian, and Theo.
"Not too bad, I'm a little sore but I'm fine." You reply, walking over and slumping down on the couch.
"No you're not, look at that giant cut and your black eye." Theo comments.
"It looks way worse than it actually is." You reply, fiddling with the too long sleeves of Will’s sweatshirt you’re wearing.
"I knew we shouldn't have let a girl into the group." Julian says.
"Um, last I checked half of you guys have gotten jumped by those guys too, plus, who would manage the bus?" You shoot back, trying not to sound too defensive.
“Well, look on the bright side,” Chris adds as he sits down next to you, “This is going to get you major sympathy from Eva.”
