Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Destroyer

You: Go on.

You nudge Alice just before Marina and Brooklyn reach the top of the hill.

Alice: What?

You: Go talk to her.

Alice: Stop.

You: Why? It's the perfect opportunity.

Alice: I really don't think it is.

You: Fine, I want to talk to Brooklyn. Now go away, leave us be.

She squints at you.

You: Scram. I want to talk with her alone.

Alice: No, you don't.

You: Sure I do. Why wouldn't I? I love her, and we need our alone time.

Alice: You're just trying to-

You: Go before they get too close, and then you don't get a chance.

You shoo her away with her hand. She rolls her eyes, stands, and walks over to meet them before they reach you. They just get to the top of the hill whenever she joins them.

They talk for a moment, and then Brooklyn glances your way. She re-enters the conversation long enough to say something and then walks your way. She smiles like she hasn't seen you in days.

Brooklyn: Why are you sitting over here alone?

You: Waiting for you?

Brooklyn: Yeah?

She sits down next to you and props herself up with her arms behind her back, just like you.

Brooklyn: Or you're trying to set the two of them up.

You: I'm not.

Brooklyn: Liar.

You: I'm not. Although we did have a talk about it.

Brooklyn: How'd that go?

You: Good, I guess. Don't really know how else it would go. Most talks I had with boys who liked Marina ended with them pissing themselves, so better than those.

Brooklyn: That's because you threatened them.

You: They were trying to get in Marina's pants. What else was I supposed to do?

Brooklyn: You're right, you're right.

She looks you in the eyes, looks at your lips, studies you like she might never see you again.

Brooklyn: So if we have a girl, you know you can't treat boys like that, right?

You: Why not?

Brooklyn: People are soft in our world.

You: So we toughen em up.

She shakes her head.

Brooklyn: You can't do that.

You: Ah.

Brooklyn: You are SO lucky I'm going to be around. Otherwise, you'd end up in prison for the rest of your life.

You: No, I wouldn't.

Brooklyn: Yeah, you would.

You: What makes you say that?

Brooklyn: You literally already killed a person.

You: And I got bailed out. Not by you, I might add.

Brooklyn: But if I wasn't there, you may have hurt more people.

You: Well, I guess you're kinda right.