I posted a fic on my ao3 account like months ago about Whitney and I wanted to post it on here! My account on ao3 is called peachyrose1 which I now realize is on brand with my fruit-nature usernames, haha. The only thing on my page is this fic because I’m terrible at writing. But here’s the fic, hope you all enjoy! (cw: mild violence and cursing)
You kept your head down when you walked in the halls, stayed quiet in your classes unless you were answering a question, never stood out much. Yet still you didn’t understand what you did to get his attention. It didn’t make sense to you when he pushed you against a wall and kissed you and then called you his girlfriend while also making it known that you were a slut. You didn’t know what you did. Frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.
Whitney wasn’t a charmer. He pulled your hair, called you a slut, and then walked away. He pushed you down in the hall when you walked to class, never really showed any signs of affection that you wanted, and sometimes you’d look down at your arm and see small like circular burns forever etched into your skin from his cigarettes. No, he wasn’t a charmer at all. Part of you hated him. And another part of your hated that you liked him for some sick reason. He was your bully, he even bullied you into your relationship. You weren’t supposed to like him. But every time he looked at your a specific way, you felt your heart tug and you hated it. You hated that you actually wanted him.
But more than anything, you wanted him to slip up, let his asshole, tough guy mask fade a little. He did it a couple times before. You’ve made him blush before, made him get softer. It was only when his friends weren’t particularly around. Sure maybe they were somewhere nearby, but certainly not close enough to have him stop you from gently running your fingers through his hair once or let your gingerly touch his jaw and trace your fingers along it. You loved it, when he let himself be soft. It was rare and you were always afraid he’d pull your hand away and push your far from him but you still did it.
Everyday before you walked to school with Robin, you’d silently hope that today was another day he’d let himself be soft. When you walked into school with Robin this morning and locked eyes with Whitney, you weren’t so sure how effective your hoping was today. He looked mad as his eyes flicked back and forth, obviously between you and Robin. You didn’t know why, but you put your head down and started walking to science. You didn’t realize Whitney had marched over to you until he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.
“Where do you think you’re going slut?”
“Science..” you mumbled out. You didn’t look at him. You didn’t want to look at him. Not right now at least.
“What’s with the fucking loser you walk in with every damn morning?”
“Robin? He’s my friend.” Whitney scoffed and pulled you closer towards him. You slowly started to brace yourself for whatever was coming your way but instead he pulled you in for a kiss. It wasn’t anything harsh like how he normally kissed you. It was gentler today, more tender. When he pulled away, he pushed you back from him by your shoulders but you could see a slight hint of a smile on his face. You’d take what you could get.
“I’ll get you later slut,” he said before walking back to where he was. You didn’t know what he exactly meant by that but you had a small feeling of what was coming. You brushed off your clothes and hurried to science, forgetting about Whitney for the time being. At least you tried to. You found yourself thinking of him during small downtimes when there wasn’t anything to currently do in class. You immediately shrugged off the thought of him when you caught yourself even if you soon would go back to thinking about him. At least you tried.
When science ended, you grabbed your stuff to head to your next class. But a hand on your shoulder stopped you halfway through the hall and you turned, expecting to find Whitney there but instead you found some other classmate of yours. You didn’t exactly know her name but you knew that she towered over you and that she looked mad at you for some reason. You tried figuring out what to say but before you could, her fist had already come down on your face. You staggered back and she tackled you to the ground, pummeling you. You weren’t the most athletic person per say and having any sort of strength alluded you. So you tried curling up to protect as much of yourself as you could and hoped someone would stop staring and just help you. You could feel the tears coming down your face. It didn’t matter if someone called you a bitch for crying, everything was starting to hurt.
Your vision was starting to fade and the thought of blacking out right now wasn’t all that horrible to you. At least if you blacked out, you wouldn’t have to keep dealing with taking every hit given to you. You were fading in and out when you felt the girl being pulled off of you and then when you felt hands picking you up. You felt the sunlight shine on your face as you got carried outside of the school and it was the last thing you felt before you fully passed out.
When you woke up, you first thought you were in the hospital until you realized you were instead in a bedroom. But it wasn’t your bedroom. You sat up, ignoring the ever growing aching in your entire body and looked around. You didn’t know where you were. You started begging that you hadn’t been kidnapped and when the door to the room started opening, you almost started crying again until Whitney walked in.
“Fuck, you’re awake. You look like shit.”
“Where am I?” You voice was quiet but it was all your could muster up.
“I took you to my house. Hospital’s fucked, besides who better to take care of my slut than me?” He moved towards you and you involuntarily flinched, pulling yourself back. He frowned at this and a small hint of fear shot through you. You were afraid he’d kick you out for flinching away from him or do something worse for it. “You should go back to sleeping.”
“Go back to sleep dumbass. Helps with the healing and shit.” You stated at him for a second and slowly nodded, laying back down in the bed. Until you remembered it was Whitney’s bed and suddenly you felt awkward. You started to get up again. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I should-I should probably go home. I can just um sleep in my bed..” He walked over to where you were and just started pushing you back down. Not hard enough to hurt you but enough to get you down.
“I don’t give a shit that you’re sleeping in my bed. Stay down and just fucking go to sleep.” You nodded again and laid down on your side. You shut your eyes and heard Whitney’s footsteps leave the spot where he stood but you felt him get into bed. Your body tensed up.
“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, burying his face into the back of your neck. “And fucking relax would you? I’m not gonna do anything to you,” he said, sounding agitated. You expected him to add a quick comment like “not yet” or “not today” at the end of his sentence but he didn’t. He just let out a sigh against your neck and you felt goosebumps overtake your skin. You relaxed like he told you to and he pulled your closer towards him with the grip on your waist. “Goodnight slut.” Quickly, you glanced out of a window. You hadn’t realized it had already gotten so late. You softly breathed out, and let yourself sink into his bed.
“Goodnight Whitney.” Whitney mumbled a quitter goodnight into your neck, omitting the slut part this time and you smiled to yourself. It was what you had wanted since this morning. Your heart buzzed a little with joy. You could hear Whitney already snoring so you ignored the pain that thrummed through your body and carefully flipped around to face Whitney, making sure not to slide away his hand from your waist. Maybe he’d get mad at your for it in the morning but it didn’t matter to you now, you just wanted to hold him somehow so you put your arm around him and gently buried your face into his chest. He smelled so much like cigarettes and a bit like fire from his lighter but you didn’t care. He slipped up, you were happy. Everything else would matter in the morning but then, you could’ve stayed like that forever. And the small smile that appeared on Whitney’s face while he slept made you believe he could too.
