Spring Forward, Fall Back (Alucard x Chubby! Reader)

Chapter 60 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody...Just Not You Part 2

Reader P.O.V.

That voice. Oh how I hated that voice. I didn't want to turn around. I also didn't want them behind me. I looked to the place where Adrian was and noticed that he was gone and supposed he had made his way back to the table with his plates from this meager fare. So here I was, plates in hand with that voice behind me becoming more impatient.

"Oh come on! You never know if you'll like it till you turn and give me a chance!"

I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I wanted anything but to have to turn and face the ex at this moment. And then, it got worse.

"What are you doing over here?"

Did it have to be the bitch that makes my life a living hell every single time she sees me at school? Did the ex really have to bring her?

"Chill out, Gwen. I'm trying to get this woman out on the floor with me, but you just had to come over and make it weird."

"But you came here with me!"

"No, I didn't. You asked me for a ride and I brought you. I didn't bring you here as my date."

Oh that's perfect! Now the ex is sitting here arguing with a woman who has a habit of throwing a fucking fit in the middle of the hallway if she drops a pencil about whether or not she's date material? Can I die now? Just let me take a page out of the Papa Roach song. 'Cut my life into pieces! This is my LAST RESORT!'

"C'mon baby. Just one dance. I promise to make it a dance to remember." I could hear Gwen screech with indignation as the ex went out of their way to ignore her. Her stomping foot in whatever that shoe was sounded like an angry Clydesdale trying to get an apple from it's owner. It was so bad, I nearly threw her one just to make her stop. I felt the ex's hand on my arm and realized that I had no choice but to turn around and face them, so I put the plates down on the table, looked down at the floor and turned around.

Perfectly polished shoes were the first thing I saw. The ex went out of their way to do something they'd never been able to do before. Polished shoes was something I was always forced to do for them. Next was the brand new dark denim jeans that I'd never seen them even think of wearing, no matter how many times I'd suggested it because I thought they'd look good on them. The thick, black leather belt that I'd bought them for their birthday three years ago that they said was ugly and useless. Then came the soft gray shirt I'd seen a million and a half times, still adorned with the barely visible grease stain near the left armpit from the night we'd made bacon and egg sandwiches and they refused to pat the bacon before making their sandwich and ended up with the grease dribbling all over. The black zip up hoodie they stole from me because they said it fit them better than me. The chiseled jaw covered in two day old stubble that I'd thought of slapping on multiple occasions. The narrow nose that I'd smacked my knee into two years ago and broken. The pale green eyes that narrowed every single time they'd get mad at me for being upset they weren't on me more than every other female in the room. And finally the sandy brown hair that had a seemingly unnatural curl that they'd left messy and wet so that it would fall into tiny loose curls.

"Hello, Eric," I said softly.

His eyes widened. His mouth dropped open. His gaze went up and down my figure, raking over the whole of my body and making me feel both uncomfortable and nauseated.

"Y/N!?" he finally said. "No way that's you!" This, of course, got the attention of Gwen standing behind him. She pushed him off to the side so she could get a look at me as well. Her reaction was similar to his, but her response was completely different....and not unexpected.