Summer
Warning: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Eyeshield 21.
Pairing: Hiruma/Harry
Word Count: 624 (only actual Drabble)
One Drabble a Day Challenge, Date: Saturday, October 17th, 2009
Summer
One hour and twenty-five minutes left until school is over, until I finished my first year at Deimon High, leaving me the rest of summer vacation to do what I want, when I want, with who I want...
And I was scared as hell.
That's not the normal reaction you get at the end of the school year, huh? Even though I didn't mind Deimon High that much (it was way better than the yearly fight-to-the-death I usually had to endure before I graduated Hogwarts and decided to finish my muggle education), I wasn't exactly crazy about it.
But, really, school had nothing to do with me dreading the summer. Confusing? Yeah, I know, so I'll get straight to the point and say why I'm dreading my summer:
Hiruma Yoichi, my 'boyfriend' (...does being blackmailed into a relationship count as a real relationship?).
Because school was over, he'd have a lot more time left over from what he spent on games, although I was sure as hell he'd still be (black mailing) his team into training their way to their graves , he'd still have way more time to molest, glomp, harasses and generally make me miserable with that damned sinful grin of his.
And the worst part?
I was starting to enjoy--not mind it as much as I had when he first pushed a pistol to my back and 'asked' me out.
I sigh, sifting in my seat and re-checking the clock, wincing when it shows I have an hour left before I was dragged off to hell by the High Devil himself.
Well, at least I had an hour left--
"Ya-Ha! There you are, fucking cute ass!"
I would have tried to throw myself out the window, or at least hide in my seat (like all my classmates and teachers were doing), but Hiruma's already dragging my out of the door, his hand tight on my wrist while I once again curse the fact that he's at least nine inches taller than me, because it makes it so much easier for him to ignore my pathetic attempts at escaping when he towers over me like that.
"He-hey! What are you doing!? I still have an hour left--"
"We're going out tonight, fucking cute ass. To a football game and dinner, so that means you gotta dress up..."
He trails off, a leering grin on his face that makes me shiver in fear. Holy crap, not again! 'Dressing up' wasn't putting on a tux or some dressy clothes, oh no, no. I could deal with that.
'Dressing up' meant dressing into the Deimon High cheerleader's skimpy mini skirt and barely-covers my chest 'shirt' (a small piece of cloth that cuts off an inch bellow my nipples).
My horror only adds to his amusement.
"C-can't we just stay i-in?"
I try, inwardly wincing at how small I sound. He looks so much like a wolf with the predictor's grin he adorns at my voice, completely stopping (and making me run into him because he'd been running). Arms encircle my waist and I find myself pressed against lockers, his (devilishly grinning) mouth an inch away from mine.
"So you wanna stay in, fucking cute ass? Maybe we should, we could have...so much fun."
He's leering again and I squeak when a hand sneaks down the back of my pants, jumping and pressing into him out of reflex when it presses against me, dry, teasing, lustful and grinning.
"N-no! Let's go the the game!"
I squeak, silently crying when he breaks out in mechanical laughter, throwing me over his shoulder before he quickens his speed, heading towards the spots shed the football team uses.
I was so screwed this summer...in every sense of the word.