Soft Spot. (delinquent!male x f!reader)

⥽ 7 ⥼

Note, this chapter is more Adelaine-based just to get the tension rolling, ya know?

you also get to understand her thought process too!

antagonists should also get that spotlight :P

also, I originally was gonna make this chapter longer but I cut it in half because chapter-wise, the story would fit better.

if the constant change in perspectives is confusing you, let me know and I'll mainly restrict it to one person.

(also this isn't edited because my brain is melting, please mind the errors)

enjoy :)

Sunday, January 12th, 12:48 PM

The scraping of clothes hangers against the metal rod was prominent as Adelaine scoped through rows and rows of clothing in her closet. After that fiasco with (Name) and her friends last week, Adelaine had a new plan in mind. She decided a wardrobe change would set Ray's sights on her, then she could finally convince him how he had the shorter end of the stick with (Name). An open notebook set on her bed, she stopped her search to read her notes one more time. Adelaine had compiled tips and tricks to copy (Name)'s style and personality, she had concluded that Ray's type wore more casual and boyish clothes. (Name) just happened to fit that requirement, but Adelaine was ready to change Ray's mind. Once she got him hooked, she was going to show him all the things he was missing out on. He should be so grateful that I'm saving him any more time wasted on that rat (Name), Adelaine smiled smugly to herself, snapping her book shut after revelling at her hard work. She turned back to face her closet, hands on her hips. Yes, Adelaine was disappointed to resort to copying (Name)'s style but she stayed positive. She thought of it as beating (Name) in her own game, and looking better than her too.

"Even after searching three times, I still can't find something I own that's as bland as (Name)," Adelaine quipped, somewhat amused that she couldn't reach (Name)'s level of blandness even after trying to do so. "I guess I can't help it, time to go shopping," she sighed, changing into something more fit for going shopping. She had to look her best, no matter where she went. Slinging her newly bought purse over her shoulder, she headed out of her room. Her clothes and purse were name brand as always, Adelaine wouldn't dare wear something so insignificant. Unlike (Name), she tittered, snapping her fingers at Claude, their family butler. Adelaine's family was well off to a certain extent, she wasn't crazy rich but her family did have a good amount of spending money. Anything Adelaine wanted, her parents gave her. Her sense of entitlement stemmed from her parents spoiling her ever since she was a kid, Ray now being on the top of the list of Adelaine's demands.

In a way, Adelaine's parents' actions were justified. Long before she was born, Adelaine's parents had a son. Their first child, their most prized possession. Until he passed away at the young age of two due to pulmonary fibrosis, the doctors had informed her parents that it was too serious for him to live long. Even with the advanced technology and medicine, they were told that he had a maximum of three years to live. So when Adelaine was born, healthy and bright as ever, they were relieved. They wanted to make sure that Adelaine lived happily and comfortably, hence their carefree parenting. Fortunately—or unfortunately depending on how you look at it—Adelaine wasn't aware of her dead older brother. It was kept secret from her, her parents didn't find a reason to tell her anyway. If parents took a different approach to raise Adelaine, maybe (Name) and Ray wouldn't be in such a predicament. God only knows.

Adelaine reached the garage door, expectantly waiting for poor Claude to catch up. "Claude! I need to go to the mall now so you better hurry up," her eyes narrowed, her glare never once leaving Claude. Used to Adelaine's impatient attitude, Claude quickly entered the garage and unlocked the car. He opened up the rear-end door for her to step in before closing it behind her, hopping into the driver's seat and turning on the ignition. The car purred to life, its sleek hum filling the air. Setting the stick to drive, Claude pulled out of the garage and sped towards the mall.