「 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝐿𝒾𝑒 」Bowers Gang #3

→ Victor

⇥ Victor x Reader ⇤
↝ I don't wanna play pretend anymore ↜

Playing pretends girlfriend was far easier than you expected it to be. You didn't have to give him things or make him happy. You just needed others to believe that you guys weren't just friends.

Victor Criss was the best boy to pretend for. His parents were gullible along with all the other students in your school.

You both got positives out of this. Being Victors 'girlfriend' meant that you had unseeable protection placed upon you.

You had run into trouble with a boy named Oliver Aley. He had been harassing and touching you in the hallways. Since you were now apart of a gang, they had your back. But it didn't mean he didn't have ways to bother you.

He would touch you ever so slightly and you could never tell others without getting backlash.

He would wait for you to come home before beating you to the curb, you had to hide the bruises and the small marks on your body.

Victor also had his own perks. Henry didn't bother him much to spend time around the gang. His parents also stopped bugging him about a lot of things and you both gave things to each other.

You'd kiss, fuck and forget about things.

His parents never really bothered you two when you went up to his room, which meant that you guys had a lot of privacy. Meaning sometimes when he'd undress you, your bruises would be exposed, no one, besides his parents, knew about the sex. You guys liked it that way. You both liked knowing that even if this relationship wasn't real. The secrets were still hidden.

After about 2 months of fake dating, you realized that you had fallen in love with him. You only noticed when you realized that you would do anything to see his smile, you had gotten so lost in his eyes and you felt like he was the reason you were happy.

You sat in class with your pencil in hand. You were writing notes for your advanced social class ( you had only chosen this class because it gave you 10 credits instead of the usual 5 lesser classes would've given you ) usually after this class Victor would drop off food and a couple of pills for your headache. Which you always seemed to have after listening to the teacher blabbering nonsense for an hour.

Just as you finished writing down a set of vocabulary words you looked up to see your 'boyfriend' holding a bag of food on one hand, and a bag with two pills and a drink with the other, your teacher let you out and you quickly got up to see him.

"Here, I know you don't get to go out for lunch because you're like Bonnie and Clyde with homework so I got you a burger, just how you like it, your f/p (favourite pop) and Tylenol." He smiled, you smiled softly and grabbed the bags.

His face suddenly got serious as he bent towards your ear.

"Oliver Aley is getting beaten up. I hope you know that I still know he bothers you. Henry jumped him before school and he's gonna do the same when all the classes are over. The bruises on your ribs will be the last he ever gives you."

"I didn't want you to worry," you sighed looking away, "I also didn't want you guys to worry more and more."

Victor pushed you up so you were pushed up against the lockers, you looked up at his small smirk, the bag of food gripped in his hand. He let it down on the ground before placing his hand on your side.