Not Fair | eren x reader

-2- bet

Today is a special day for most people, but not for me. It's my first day as a sophomore in high school, and I can't say I'm excited. I usually spend my time at school either on my phone, hiding out in the restroom until the bell rings, or simply skipping class altogether.

I started the day with a somewhat routine morning, taking care of my face and hair. As I searched for something to wear, I settled on a red hoodie paired with baggy jeans and a pair of well-worn Air Force sneakers. Looking at myself in the mirror, I mumbled, "Red is my favorite color."

Heading downstairs, I was greeted by my perpetually annoying dad, who never misses an opportunity to make me feel like crap. I grabbed my backpack and skateboard before heading to school, pulling up my hoodie as I entered the building, where obnoxious kids were already laughing too loudly, especially for 7 am.

FLOCHS POV

"Look at her, bro," Marlo said with a wide smirk on his face. Samuel turned in the direction Marlo was pointing. "She has so much potential, man," Samuel remarked. My curiosity piqued, but I couldn't see who they were talking about. "Who? I don't see her," I whined, growing irritated. "That girl from our math class who never talks," Marlo hinted.

"Oh, you mean Y/n?" I asked, finally spotting her as she walked down the hall. Even though she always wore baggy clothes, her figure was still evident, adding to her mystery. Why would she hide herself when she had such an attractive body?

"Yeah, but don't even think about it. She's obviously not interested in being hit on," Samuel warned, looking directly at me. "True," Marlo agreed. "I bet she'd let me hit on her. I mean, one look, and she'll be all over me," I boasted, convinced that my good looks could win anyone over. "I bet she won't," Marlo shrugged, intent on getting under my skin. "I'm 100% sure she would if I tried," I responded confidently, determined to prove my point. "First of all, she wouldn't, and second of all, cut this crap out. Do you guys realize how disrespectful you're being right now?" Samuel intervened, attempting to prevent any trouble, as he always did. "No, no, no. Let's see if this confidence pays off," Marlo taunted, with an evil glint in his eye. "Yeah, let's see," I smirked, knowing I had already won this bet. "And I will make it," I added with assurance. Samuel gave up on us and walked away by himself, saying, "Okay, whatever. Just ignore me, but I warned you guys." Marlo followed him, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Y/N POV

Lunchtime had arrived, but I wasn't hungry. I anticipated the cafeteria to be filled with cliques of annoying kids, so I decided to head straight to the soccer field. Upon reaching the bleachers, I made myself comfortable, placing my bag in front of me to rest my feet on. I pulled out my phone, checking my social media. I browsed through the school's profiles and clicked on the most followed one, stumbling upon a boy named Floch, who appeared to be quite popular. It was odd that I had never seen him online or in real life.

After a while, boredom set in, and I reached for a book in my bag. As I gazed out at the soccer field, my eyes met those of a boy—Floch again. I began packing my things, thinking he wanted me to leave, and I had no problem with that since I preferred solitude. However, his voice interrupted my thoughts. "Don't leave. You can stay here," he said, accompanied by a small smile. Reluctantly, I replied, "Uh, okay," and sat back down. I couldn't help but wonder why he had chosen to sit next to me when there were plenty of other benches and people around. I let out a small sigh.

"My name is Floch, by the way," he introduced himself, his hand nervously playing with the hair that reached his neck. "Y/n," I responded, still somewhat dryly, hoping to convey my preference for solitude. He continued, "And... what's your name?" with a chuckle. "Y/n," I repeated, still dryly, hoping he would catch on. "Nice name. You really seem like someone who doesn't enjoy being around other people, am I right?" he assumed, his eyes fixed on the soccer field. "Yeah, that's right. Actually, I hate people in general," I admitted, my gaze lingering on the noisy teenagers on the field.

"Thanks, I like you too," he quipped sarcastically and chuckled. I immediately backtracked, realizing what I had said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean you. You're nice, I guess," I corrected with a small smile, trying to make the conversation less awkward. Our conversation continued until it was interrupted by his friend.

"I should go. See you later?" Floch asked as he stood up. "Yeah, see you later," I waved, unsure if my response was good or bad.

***

The school bell chimed, signaling the end of the day, and I began packing up my stuff. I was about to head home when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Turning around, I saw Floch once more.
"Hey, um, it's kind of awkward, but I forgot to ask you for your number earlier. Would you mind giving it to me now?" he asked, his demeanor filled with a surprisingly anxious energy, his hand resting on his neck, and his fingers fidgeting with the strands of hair that cascaded down to his neck. I chuckled at his nervousness and replied, "Of course." We exchanged numbers, and I headed home.
Upon arriving, I went straight to my room and set my things aside. I noticed that my dad wasn't at home, so I decided to order a pizza and enjoy some alone time before my dad returned from work. After savoring the pizza, I took a relaxing shower, put on some comfortable pajamas, and combed my hair.
Finally, I settled into my bed, ready to bask in the solitude that remained. As I layed there, I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through it. Soon enough, a message popped up from a random number, and I assumed it was Floch.

"Hey, it's me, Floch,"  he messaged, confirming my suspicion. Adjusting my position on the bed to get even more comfortable, I started typing,
"Hey, Floch." His message left me wondering why he had reached out to me.

"I'm so bored," he typed, as if he had just read my mind.

"Then do something about it, lol," I responded, somewhat puzzled by his message. After all, he had plenty of friends and perhaps even a girlfriend, so it seemed unusual for him to text me out of the blue.

"I don't know what to do, and all of my friends are asleep," he explained, shedding some light on his situation.

"I'd love to entertain you or whatever, but unfortunately, I'm also getting very tired," I replied, conveying my honesty.

"It's fine, I will go to bed soon anyway. But you could entertain me tomorrow," he suggested, and I couldn't help but cringe at the message, uncertain of his intentions.

"Ok, buddy, it's time to sleep," I gently hinted that it was time to wrap up the conversation.

"Well, you didn't say no ;)," he responded in a peculiar manner.

"Floch, bye," I said, subtly signaling that our conversation should come to an end.

"Bye, Y/n, dream of me," he said with a hint of playfulness, leaving me with pure confusion. Was he being serious or sarcastic?

"Hahaha," he added to his texts, and I breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he wasn't being serious. With that, I placed my phone on the nightstand and soon drifted off to sleep.