Chapter 16: Lucky

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trigger warning-slight mention of assault and s3xu@l assault

I didn't know what love was, I still have no clue about the basics of the term. Tetsutetsu had described it with such ease; I envied him for it. He spoke with a gentle smile on his face and a soft tone to back him up. He could probably think of his family, of his friends.

I dont think I could think of anyone, but then again, didn't I have friends? A few smiling faces from UA flash in my head along with some mischievous smirks from faces belonging to villains. Didn't I have a family? All for Ones battered face filled the empty void in my head, but then my real father consumed him.

After all this time...and he didn't even bother to come looking for me? He didn't feel any remorse for how he treated me? Any guilt? No. Of course that fucking bastard didn't. Even till the "end" his rage was for my sister and mother. He didn't care how beaten up I was.

What is love? I wish my family had taught me. I wish they had shown me.

The wind blows the strands of my hair out of my face, my fingertips gently resting on the leather school bag I rested on my shoulder. I watched as a couple walked past me holding hands, smiling and laughing before the taller girl gave the shorter girl a kiss.

Were there different types of love? Do I love my friends the same way those two girls loved each other? Are they even really in love? God, it all hurt my head.

"Yo! Y/n! Wait up!" A voice calls out to me as I turn my head to see Sero jogging towards me with a smile. "You're early. What's the rush?"

I let out a nervous laugh, not wanting to worry the cheerful boy. "I just didn't want to walk into class with everyone's eyes on me."

The ravenettes smile dropped at this, probably upset, but for what reason? My classmates had every right to be suspicious of me. If i were any other student and I saw one of my classmates with my behavior after they had just announced there is a traitor, I wouldn't be as forgiving or as nice as Sero and everyone else who is still "on my side".

Before the boy could apologize for his classmates behavior, I cut him off. "It's fine. It's not like this is a first for me and, plus, they have every right to be suspicious of me. I dont blame them." I give him a small smile, hoping that my reassuring words were somewhat a little more believable.

He sighed and averted his eyes to his bag that he held close to him. "Yeah, but its not right. They shouldn't treat you any differently just because of some stupid assumptions they make about you and if they have a problem then they should come to you and talk it out." Sero looked genuinely hurt as he narrowed his eyes at the ground. "I'm actually, pretty disappointed in them. I thought I had chosen better friends than that."

I pressed my lips together, knowing that I wasn't worth him losing his only friends. I placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him once he caught my eyes. "Sero, not everyone can be as amazing as you. They're just being cautious okay? It's not like they hate me or anything. There's nothing wrong with them, they just..." I look down trying to find the right words. "They just are scared of losing someone precious to them."

"But you're precious to me. And I cant lose you." He spoke, desperation laced in his voice though it was covered up with a soft tone. He cleared his throat as he watched my reaction before turning to look at the ground again. "I mean weren't you special to them too? How can they cut you off so easily?"

Yeah...how could they cut me off that easily? As if my existence didn't even matter. As if they all didn't like me from the beginning.

I wanted to complain about it. I wanted to get mad. Get mad at them and their stupid ideals and their dumb assumptions. Get mad at how blinded they are and how stupid and gullible they are. Why should I be the one taking the fall? I helped them through so many things. I taught them to be better! Faster! I wanted to burn this whole damn school to ashes because of how fucking two sided they are!

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