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Context: You're on your first date with a cute boy. He seems to be running late and you were starting to worry you've been stood up, but, don't worry! Your...boyfriend(?) arrived to take you on a truly magical first date. So magical, in fact, that you had a boyfriend by the end of that date. How will he treat you now that you've won his cold, dead little heart? Well, like you're the ONLY one in his dead little heart, it seems.

Setting: School

Tags: [MM4A][Strangers to Lovers][Goth Delinquent Speaker][Popular Boy Speaker][Humble Listener][Fake Relationship][Or Is It?][Spicy][Kisses][Fight][Jealous][VERY Possessive][VERY Protective][Reverse Comfort][Insecure?][CW: Implied Trauma/Fight]

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[A] = Angel, popular boy, weak to peanut butter [L] = Lucas, your boyfriend, totally doesn't have an inferiority complex

[Scene opens in school]

[SFX: The bell ringing]

[You’re putting things in your locker when a familiar face jogs toward you]

[A] “Hey! There you are!”

[Pause?]

[A] “Yeah, I am SO sorry that I missed our date. My mom made peanut butter cookies and forgot to tell me… Allergic to peanut butter, so I got to have a wonderful hospital stay. I tried texting you but you must have been busy, eh?”

[...]

[A] “I really am sorry. Can I make it up to you? Maybe we could catch a movie together?”

[Pause]

[Angel’s smile twists in confusion]

[A] “A boyfriend…? How on Earth did you land a boyfriend in less than a week?!”

[You tell him the story, a bit uncomfortable]

[A] “Lucas, huh…? Rrgh, OK, yeah, you need to get away from him like right now.”

[Pause?]

[A] “Look, Lucas is… batshit insane. He hangs with the goths usually but the idiot is popular enough that he has a place at our table, and any time I’ve heard him talk, it freaking scared me. He loves causing mayhem for literally no other reason than he’s bored. He does everything out of either boredom or spite, and this sounds like boredom…”

[...]

[Angel rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, voice soft]

[A] “No, I don’t think you’re stupid for being taken with him. He’s got a lot of charisma and isn’t bad looking. I just don’t want you wrapped up in his chaos, you know? You’re too nice and I know you’ll get hurt if-”.

[Angel is yanked backward and hurled to the floor by a VERY angry Lucas]

[SFX: Angel gasping and a thud as he hits the ground]

[L] “Well heya Angel ol’ buddy, ol’ pal! Heard you fucking talking shit from all the way down the hall!”

[Pause!]

[L] “Hang on a second, babe, I’ll be right with you… Now, Angel, darling. Were you laying a hand on my love’s shoulder?”

[Angel stands and brushes himself off]

[A] “Calm down, L… I’m allowed to talk to them.”

[L] “Oh, I agree, I agree. Doesn’t change the fact that you were shit-talking about me though, does it?”

[He puts an arm around you and smiles. His arm is visibly shaking]

[A] “I was telling them the truth, Lucas… You’re already starting to zone out like you always do when you get mad. Please, calm down…”

[You look at your boyfriend and see he’s panting very subtly]

[L] “I am FINE, thank you very much! I-”.

[Pause]

[He flinches as you place a palm on his chest]

[L] “...B-Babe, what are you doing putting a hand on my heart, huh? I just said that I’m fine!”

[Pause]

[L] “...H-Huh? You want me to drink some water? But babe, I’m about to start a fistfight!”

[Pause!]

[SFX: A water bottle being opened and then chugged]

[L] “Fine, gimme it.”

[He chugs it and then hurls it into the nearby garbage. You shake your head and put it in the recycling]

[A] “Thanks for putting that in the recycling… Luke, c’mon, you know I don’t want to fight, especially not in front of them. If you’re dating then, OK, I get it. I was just worried because it sounds like it happened really quick and, well… you’re you.”

[Pause]

[L] “I am me, that is true. But, yes, we’re very happy together and shopping for prom. So buzz off, pretty boy, and let me continue being a perfect boyfriend.”

[To your surprise, Angel laughs]

[A] “Pretty boy? Geeze, Luke, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you act insecure before.”

[L] “Insecure?! Why would I EVER be insecure?!”

[Angel folds his arms, still kind of laughing]

[A] “Wait, do you actually really like them? Enough to care about their opinion of you? Oh my gosh, that’s adorable! You have feelings!”

[Pause]

[Lucas sputters and stammers for a moment before he collects himself]

[L] “Yeah, I do have feelings, Angel. A lot of them. Mostly spite, at present, and a bit of loathing… Well, also malicious glee that I swiped your date on pure accident, peanut boy.”

[A, with a snort] “We have plenty of time to make up that date when you fuck up next, Luke. You know how this goes. You make a new friend, you take an interest in them, one of your “jobs” or “pranks” goes wrong and you drive them away. Then we get a few weeks of you insisting “They just couldn’t handle me” or “They weren’t a real friend or partner”. It’s getting old, dude.”

[...]

[It’s odd, seeing Lucas look like a deer in headlights]

[...?]

[L] “... I’m going to knock your teeth down the back of your throat, Angel.”

[A] “I’m not trying to pick a fight, my guy, I’m just saying… They’re sweet. They don’t deserve the usual “Lucas” treatment. I don’t want to see them heartbroken, OK? You never get super emotionally invested anyway, so why-”.

[L] “Outside.”

[Pause!]

[A] “Excuse me?”

[L] “I’m going to beat your teeth in and make you drink what’s left of them through a straw, fuck boy. It’s one thing to shit-talk me, it’s a whole other thing to bring up my past. You were warned. Several times. Now, march your ass outside.”

[Angel sighs and shakes his head]

[A] “He’s your boyfriend, Dork. You deal with him.”

[With that, he walks away]

[SFX: Footsteps squeaking on linoleum flooring as Angel walks away]

[...?]

[Lucas glares at nothing, still shaking. He jumps a little as you touch his arm]

[L] “Hnh?! Nnh… Aha, sorry, sugarcakes. Didn’t mean to make a scene.”

[Pause?]

[L] “Am… I OK? Tch, don’t you worry about me, cutie. I should worry about you! You were going on a date with Angel? Engh, gross. Figured you were better than going after the popular boy.”

[Pause]

[He seems surprised as you tell him off, even though it’s very, very gently]

[L] “...I…um, you’re right, I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m just lashing out… Is it weird that I’m, like, really turned on at you scolding me? You have that stern librarian glare and just… w o o f.”

[Pause]

[He gives you a dopey grin as you give his chest a gentle little push]

[L] “And lightly pushing my chest, mmh… Trying to get me riled up, even more, Sugarcakes?”

[Pause]

[He moves forward and pins you against the lockers in a passionate kiss]

[L] “Mmh… I don’t care that class is almost, mmf, over. I want to take your breath away right here, five feet from Mrs. Pansy’s classroom. Third-period chemistry can suck it!”

[He kisses you more, not caring that you could be caught at any moment]

[L] “Mmmh, this neck… How’s about letting me mark you up, hmm? Nice and pretty so every other jackass in this school knows you’re mine?”

[Pause]

[He chuckles and licks his lips hungrily]

[L] “Hehe, what can I say, Sugarcakes. I did say I’m a jealous bastard. Fine, fine… no marking. But I did get you a little something. Here.”

[He places a beautiful if somewhat gothic bracelet on your wrist]

[L] “Here, a bracelet for you, my dear. A bit nicer of a way of reminding these poor fuckers that you’re all mine, yeah? Hehe…”

[His voice softens as does his smile]

[L] “Mmh. Pretty.”

[Pause]

[He chuckles]

[L] “I’m behaving, babe. I’m behaving… C’mon, let’s get heading. With how wound up I am, I might just punch Randall in his dumb, weasel face. Hate that guy. “Wehh wehh wehh, where’s your hall pass?”. It’s right in my FIST, fucker! Nyeh hehe…”

[You shake your head but smile and hold his hand as he walks you to class]

[To be continued?]