It's Complicated (ReUpload/Revamped)

• Chapter 2 •

(A/N): A continuation from the previous chapter. Enjoy~! Apologies for a late chapter, but it's long!

(Y/N) = Your Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(N/N) = Nickname
(H/C) = Hair Color
(S/C) = Skin Color
(E/C) = Eye Color

(D/N) = Dad's Name
(D/L/N) = Dad's Last Name

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"YOU?!" You gasp.

"You." The man stared you down, dark eyes narrowed.

"I'm gonna go out on a whim and say that you're going to the same party as I am?" You sighed crossing your arms, the man sneered your way. No way, there was no way this asshole was going to ruin your night. You thought to yourself.

"Is that going to be a problem for you?" You noticed the small brush of hair on his head. Outside of a uniform he looked groomed but comfortable. His scowling expression made you roll your eyes.

"Not unless you make it one. Excuse me." You pushed past him, quickly texting Jeremy on your phone that you arrived.

"Is that excuse me or fuck off?" The brunet commented, placing his hands in his pockets.

You ignored him, receiving a ping. Jeremy's instructions were to go in the backyard. Doing as you were told you unlocked the gate to the side of the house. hearing the footsteps that followed was the man who kept a distance.

There was a bonfire, a big group of people surrounding. They noticed your presence before you eyed the only acquaintance you knew.

"(Y/N)! You made it!" Jeremy called out, the attention of to the party goers eyed you. Waving kindly, you smiled nervously at the other guests.

A few hellos and waves were offered from everyone. They continued on with the party.

"Come." Jeremy took your hand, you flush a little at the gesture meeting another person right away. He was spectacled, a little on the pudgy side but smiled politely with a wave.

"Hiya there, I'm Fritz!" His hair was a fiery red, his brown eyes gleamed as they warmed up.

You nod his way, "(Y/N)."

He tilted his head, "So you're the one Jeremy always talks about!"

"Fritz..." Jeremy facepalmed in embarrassment. Much to yours and Fritz laughter. You found the gesture cute.

"Good things I'm betting on?" You both exchanged handshakes, getting along fairly in conversation.

Talking to Fritz was just as comfortable as talking to Jeremy, nothing felt forced. The two of you got along fairly quick, the subjects were endless. Mostly food. As it turns out Fritz was the handy baker apprentice down at the Sweet Exchange.

It was family-owned business that held charitable events for holidays, or catering within Arionville. You didn't catch the surname, but the owner's son was named Vincent.

"And he's such a dick!" Fritz groaned as you and Jeremy listened on amused. Guess there's another troublemaker to avoid.

"I guess this town has a rep for them." You smile, raising your cup of juice. Someone had offered you alcohol but you denied, you weren't going to imbibe for the first social call. "How long have you guys lived here?"