|| badboy x reader||teenage romance ||

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tristan: well..

y/n: is that why you helped me in the fight?

tristan: no i just saw you were hurt and-

y/n: you felt bad

tristan: ..

tristan moves back in disbelief

y/n: we barely know each other and for you, you'd normally be rude with me but you're not

tristan: i-i don't like this conversation

y/n: but you cared for me. i thought you'd be like every other person in the fucking town but you're not!

you start to tear up. you're now raising your voice looking into tristan's eyes.

y/n: you can't tell me other wise! y-you aren't like them

tristan: well see, that's the thing i am

y/n: then you wouldn't be nice to me

tristan: Y/n. i don't like you. i never will. in a matter of fact i hate you. i just helped you out these pat times because i still have feelings. i felt bad.

y/n: if you hated me you wouldn't of helped me out

tristan: well i guess i just fucking did. i don't like the conversation. i don't feel these love feelings you're accusing me of.

y/n: b-but

tristan: you know what? go fucking home! if you're just going to yell at me after i saved your ass then i'm done.

you look into tristan and start crying. you sit down beside the bed.

tristan: is this some kind of guilt trip because i'm not buying it y/n

you start crying heavily. tristan realizes what he's done and just sits there.

(tristan's pov)
fuck this. why'd i say that. i-i think i have feelings for y/n. no! i cant. i cant let a little girl get in the way of my life. but, for some reason i feel bad. i feel bad that this is happening. i just wish i could help.

tristan: look, i'm sorry. i have a life ahead of me, and thinking of letting someone like you y/n, get in the way of everything just makes my heart drop. i helped you out because i felt bad for you. you don't have fear when i come up to you like everyone else. you just treat me like a normal human, and not just a gangster.

y/n: w-well i experience those types of people a lot. i guess that's why i understood where you were coming from

tristan: i-i've never met someone like that

y/n: then you just have to keep looking

tristan: i-i'm sorry r-really

y/n: it's okay, i understand why you felt like that, i don't know why i accused you of liking me. i was just being silly and living in my fantasy world

(y/n pov)
why am i kind of sad he didn't come forward and said he liked me? it's not like i want to date him or anything...

y/n: well i'll go home now.. before things get anymore awkward

tristan: alr

you walk down the street back to your house. you open the door and see your mom worried sick

y/n: look, i was really feeling bad and brooke had extra beds set up and everything. sleeping over there was my best option

y/m: i'm not mad.. just sad you didn't tell me anything

y/n: i'll make sure my grades are extra good this week to make it up

y/m: your grades are fine. you're a perfect student, i wouldn't be too worried. i was just nervous