Stinging vines

Preface and a few words from me. I've always wanted to contribute to this fandom, not to say that I've been in it for a long time, but rather...I was driven by the desire to create a work that fully corresponds to my tastes and preferences. And, voila! I had some free time, or rather I got out of the procrastination stage and made a fanfic on Your Boyfriend. I've noticed for a long time that the #school au tag doesn't get much work, or rather exactly the same as Peter as a goth. Even though Peter as a goth is a fanon (as far as I know) I still find him incredibly cute, handsome and attractive (yes, I have a weakness for long-haired men)). Firstly, I'll give a description and characterisation of the featured characters so that you can visualise everything more thoroughly. Let's start with the main character, since T/i is too hackneyed, I'll give the main character a name, let it be....Lilith, it's more of an official nickname and address to her will be Lily/Lilya (my head didn't think of something more). Lilith is a meek, reserved girl, disconnected from reality, spends most of her time on the internet, sociophobic, so her social circle is made up of only internet friends. Due to the fact that her father was busy with his own affairs and did not give enough time to Lilith in childhood, justifying himself by saying that "I just came from work, all tired, let me rest", and when she grew up began to show more strict and even cruel moral and physical violence in her direction, Lilith, for lack of support from her mother or the same older brother, became even more "quiet", fearful, tried not to attract unnecessary attention to herself, about such people often say "grey mouse", in a word, she could not normally communicate with anyone, and especially with males, she recognised in them the image of her father. Lilith's appearance is not particularly remarkable, her skin is sickly pale, her hair is black as tar, medium length, a little wavy, not thick. It is at the age of fifteen there is a powerful hormonal surge, and of course Lily he did not leave aside, so on her face, as she puts it, "painted milky way". Because of her nightly sessions in front of the phone screen, Lilith doesn't get enough sleep, and after the extravaganza she gets up like a corpse. Because of this lifestyle, it's not hard to guess that Lily has developed dark circles under her eyes. Her eyes in turn are dark brown, rather black. She is often told that her gaze is blank, cold, expressing nothing. The nose is small, oversized. Her lips, unlike the ideals of fashion magazines, are thin, like a thread. Under the right eye there are two moles, well, that's just for the record. Over the style of clothing Lilith does not really think about it, wears what is. Therefore, it is not surprising that the main style is classic, if we are talking about some events or about school, casual in the main wardrobe. Prefers to wear few accessories, considers maximalism unnecessary. When describing Peter, I didn't change him much, I left his appearance and behaviour the same. Well, I changed his character a little, which made him more soft towards his beloved. I donʼt see the point in dragging this out too long, I guess weʼll get started, and so, first part!!!! ﾟ+*:;;:* * *:;;;;:*+ﾟ The warmth. It spread throughout my body as if in the blink of an eye. I'm not a tactile person, and besides, there was simply no one to hug me. I was in a stupor, and unable to think of anything better to do, I just stood still. Whatever happens. Realising that I wasn't going to resist in any way, or push away the hands that were timidly hugging my waist and shoulder blades, the stranger hugged my body even tighter in an emotional outburst. I only stirred slightly, shivers and goosebumps running through my body. Unbeknownst to me, while I was deep in thought, the stranger's grip tightened, and it didn't feel like a hug at all. He pressed our bodies as close together as he could and bound us together in that irresistible grip like vines of wood. It was getting harder and harder for me to breathe with each passing second, and it was impossible to break free. It seemed that the stranger, like a boa constrictor, was strangling his victim, tightening it in an improvised loop in the form of a tail, gradually approaching its demise. And in the place of this innocent bird - me. Blinking, I tried to recoil from him, but it did not work, my body finally weakened, and naughty legs, not trying to hold me, allowed to fall down helpless body right into the trap prepared in advance. The stranger, apparently, was just waiting for this. Without wasting a chance, he loosened his iron grip and picked me up in his arms and carried me somewhere. When I came to, I looked up, trying to make out his face. It was...very blurry, like an unfinished portrait, the only thing I remembered clearly was the black, long hair that smelled like cigarette smoke. After trying to see him, I heard him laugh. Is he laughing at me? Immediately after my thoughts arose, the stranger began to speak some nonsense, a strange muttering, which, however, because of the fatigue that had come over me, I did not hear. Through his babbling I heard someone shouting loudly in my ear, what insolence! After a while I began to recognise the words, it was the song I had on my alarm clock, but.... why was it playing so abruptly in my ear? Was it... a dream? ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ I didn't have to think long, for a little while later my alarm clock tore me out of the blissful (at least until the cuddle moment) realm of Morpheus. The song "Dawn of Destiny - To hell" was playing over my ear. Pretty invigorating song, isn't it? It's simple, I don't get up to quieter ones, because to me they sound like the squeak of some mosquito, which I either ignore or switch off. Actually, it's the same with the alarm clock. Waking up after such a hum, I still switched off the annoying alarm clock, throwing the phone on the charger. I fell asleep with it in my hands again, damn. Time to break that habit. After lying in bed for a bit, I got up and went to wash up, everyone in the house was still asleep. Already standing in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. I usually try not to do that, because I don't really want to see my swollen, sleepy face. Today is the first day at a new school... Even if it's less prestigious, but there I have a chance to finally find peace of mind, no one will bother me anymore.... Maybe I'll meet someone, and even if no one is interested in me, they'll just leave me alone and I'll become a "class ghost". That would be nice. After I finished tidying up, I walked to the kitchen. I wasn't particularly hungry, so I had a breakfast of toast and peanut butter paste. Finally dressed in black trousers and a white short sleeved long sleeved shirt, I went outside. My old school was much further away than my new school. You may ask, why did they put me in it then? It was simple, my parents wanted something to brag about. I often heard them talking on the phone about my successes at school, and of course they praised themselves first of all, because they raised such a "beautiful angel". When I asked them to transfer me to a new school, they marvelled, not believing their ears. But, having reached the extreme point, I have achieved my goal, now I can finally start from scratch and continue with my unremarkable routine. When I was still in my old school, I had to get up early to run to the bus stop, which was a decent distance from home, and then not to forget and take the second bus straight to school. The time taken to get there was 30 minutes. It was strictly necessary to be at school by 8:00. If for some reason a pupil was late, he had to write an explanatory note. A couple of times I got beaten up, especially by my parents. It was not my fault that at such an early hour there was a traffic jam that was impossible to get through! The new school was easier. Now all I had to do was walk 20 minutes along the shortest route to the gate, and then safely enter the school without bumping into anyone or getting into another conflict. None of this concerns me. As I reached the school gate, I looked at the time. 7:14. It was 46 minutes until the bell rang. Breathing in more air, I walked through the gate. In front of the school was a small courtyard, a few flowerbeds. They were dotted with purple petunias, pleasing to the eye. When I entered the school building, I walked to my locker. Thankfully, I had been given it in advance, all that was left was to find its number..... When I got there, there was practically no one there, everyone was just starting to arrive. Slowly walking, I began to look for my locker, it was overcast outside, so my shoes were, to put it mildly...dirty. 112...113....114 Oh. As my eyes reached my cherished goal, I slowed down. This was just what I needed. Some scumbag, who looked like an obvious informal, was standing with his back against my locker, smoking a cigarette. He stood with his eyes closed, apparently thinking about something annoying. At least his face looked like he was being forced to do something he hated more than anything else in the world. His thick black eyebrows were drawn up to the bridge of his nose, expressing his displeasure, his long, dark hair involuntarily covering part of his face. Apparently, I wasn't the only one having a bad day..... Suddenly, he opened his pupils, staring at me in mute question, with visible irritation on his face. Coming out of my stupor, I realised I'd been staring at him for quite some time. Oh, shit! He's standing there now, obviously waiting for an answer! What am I supposed to say to him? Think, think, think! - Ahhh... could you please move away from my locker? I just got here, and you're standing there. I'm sorry to interrupt. Argh! What a ridiculous thing to say! Oh, man, he's gonna think I'm stupid and a stutterer. Why can't I just respond in a normal, calm voice and say a few words?!? I just stood there staring at him like a stalker woman! You're such a sucker, Lilith! - ... The long-haired man seemed to change his face, staring deeper and deeper into my face, trying to memorise every feature. His two azure-blue eyes stared into my soul. His expression changed from annoyed, to a mixture of pained delight mixed with fierce surprise. My eyebrows rose, my lips opened, a blush appeared on my face, and my eyes followed my every move. I didn't understand what was going on with him. And he hadn't said a word. - Well, I'll go change my shoes. Passing by him, standing next to him, I quickly changed my shoes, but under his gaze it was somehow... awkward. I'm not used to being stared at while doing the most ordinary things. And I don't like to be stared at in general... - Ah-um, well, goodbye? I'm gonna go. I guess I'll see you around. - ... As a sign of farewell, I, squeezing out a smile, waved a few times to him, to which he, though not immediately, but responded, also waved. Turning around, I walked unevenly into the foyer, digesting the situation. Calm down, Lilith, he didn't think you were some kind of freak, it's okay. It's just the first day. Reaching over, I sat down on the smallest couch in the corner of the entire hall. Opening my bag, I found my headphones in my left pocket. I turned on the first song from my favourite playlist. The song "LOST REVAN" started playing, and I turned it down a little and started logging into social media. A window popped up with many messages from..... Molly. Oh, shit! I'd forgotten all about it, and I'd promised to write to her in the morning..... She must have been waiting. I'm such an arsehole. Oh, I forgot to tell you! Molly is an internet friend of mine who I met four months ago. She's a cute, glamorous brunette. I met her in a godforsaken game in a general chat room. There hadn't been an asset there in a long time, and like a true oldie, I wrote a greeting, not even hoping to get a reply. But what was my surprise that some gurl with the nickname little_rock_star wrote to me. We gradually got to talking about the game, exchanged numbers and became acquainted in absentia. She turned out to be nice and pleasant, but very shy...When I asked her to upload her voice or a photo of her face, she said she was too shy and didn't accept herself. The only thing that she sometimes threw down is the circles with her snake Rat and the part of her face covered by her hair. Such beautiful brunettes with perfect skin I didn't meet very often..... I always wondered what she saw in me, I'm so ugly and ugly..... Probably all the boys at her school are after her. Now she was texting me "good morning^^(〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)" heh, cute as usual. After answering all her messages, mostly questions about my well-being and the new school, I wrote about my pseudo nightmare and the informal guy I ran into at the lockers today. She always responds to me quickly, not even a minute or two goes by. Sometimes, though, when she talks about her family or classmates, she always speaks with a kind of disdain, calling them lowlifes who don't deserve to live. Maybe that's true, though how could such an angel who won't say a rude word dislike someone? While texting her nicely, I heard the phone ring. Oh, I didn't realise it was so crowded. When I'm focused on something, sometimes I don't notice anything around me. It was getting close to class time, so I quickly packed up my things and headed to the teacher's lounge. After finding my class teacher, we walked smoothly to the assigned classroom. My new teacher was a woman in her thirties, pleasant looking and soulful. Gradually answering all her worryingly trivial questions, we reached the right office. All that remained was to open that door and walk in. I'm scared. How will they react to my sudden appearance? Maybe I'll get harassed again. I don't want that to happen again. No. That's not gonna happen. My hand froze in an uncertain gesture over the pen. The class teacher put her hand on my shoulder, stroking me reassuringly. - Don't worry, Lilith, everyone will accept you, there's no need to worry! Besides, if you have any difficulties or if someone offends you, just tell me. I'll help. Normally I don't believe in such words of support, but some part of my mind decided to trust, maybe things won't go so badly or even smoothly? I'll finally start to be.... normal. I'll be treated equally with everyone else, not oppressed in any way.... In a confidence unexpected even to myself, my hand finally made a movement and opened the ill-fated door. It seemed to me that it served as a portal to a new world, hitherto unknown to me. As I entered the classroom, I looked around a bit, noticing the composition of the students. Everyone abruptly hushed and stood up, greeting the teacher who walked in next. I stood next to her as she began her speech. Looking more closely at the faces of the students, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face. Oh shit. That nefor guy is in the same class as me! How embarrassing! Unlike the rest of the people in the class, he was snoozing quietly on the last desk, showing no signs of life. I... I'm not used to too much attention, I feel like I'm standing on a stage and everyone's waiting for something. So I tried not to look at my new classmates, staring openly at the informal. He wouldn't notice anyway. - And so, guys, as I told you before, we have a new student in our class - Lilith Kuthern, I hope you will find a common language with her and get along with her! Lilith, take the empty desk next to Peter. The teacher pointed to the desk with the guy I'd bumped into at the lockers and then begged for forgiveness like an idiot, not knowing why. There was nothing to lose, who knows, maybe we'd even become friends. As I walked past the other students' desks, I heard whispers and giggles. Oh, I think I was already disliked from the beginning here.... Turning my attention back to my target, I noticed that my current desk mate was looking at me with dazed eyes and a dorky smile. Maybe he just... wants to be polite at least, but the nervousness makes that smile look.... a little creepy, especially the protruding fangs.