Murdoc x Reader

Part 9

[Might be on a bit of a hiatus for now, writer's block and life lol Comments, criticism, opinions all welcome! Lets me know what to improve on!]

“You guys can think whatever you want, but he can be a nice guy if you give him half a chance, and I like talking to him. And if that means you don’t want to hang out with me, that’s fine. You can keep your company and your judgments.” 

With that you turned to try and catch up with Murdoc. Why were his legs so damn long?! You called out to him, hoping to slow him down, but he didn’t react at all. Groaning, you sped up in your effort to catch up.

The two of you were just at the exit that led outside by the time you caught up, grabbing the back of his jacket to stop him so you could catch your breath for a second. Maybe you should start trying a little harder in phys. ed…

Feeling the tug on his jacket, Murdoc turned with a threatening growl. His expression didn’t change when he saw it was you. He still looked ready to murder someone, but he raised a questioning eyebrow at you.

“Why didn’t you stop? Didn’t you hear me call you??” Murdoc’s expression slowly melted from fury to bewilderment as he asked himself why you could be so upset about it.

“Why d’you care? You’ve got your little click, what d’you need me for?” In some far off, slightly less stoned and angry part of Murdoc’s brain, he knew he was being petty as all hell. That didn’t stop him from carrying on, though. “I don’t need your pity. Nor am I some charity case for you to ‘rehabilitate’. So just go on back to your herd like a good little lamb and leave me the hell out of it.” Murdoc was right in your face as he ranted on.

At first you were just confused. What was he all upset over? Surely the group of students bad mouthing him was something he was used to. By the time he got to the end of his rant you had transitioned from confused to hurt, but mostly angry. Sure, you hadn’t known each other for much more than a day, but did he really think you’d just turn on him like that? 

Immediately after he stopped talking he finally registered the look on your face. His anger had burned up what little of the high was left as he went on his rant, and now that he was thinking a bit clearer, he could see he fucked up. He tried talking again, stuttering a bit partly from guilt, mostly from embarrassment. But you cut him off before he could start backtracking.

“Asshole.” you turned quickly and started walking off before he could notice the beginnings of tears in your eyes. Murdoc thought about following you, trying to fix whatever he’d done, but he didn’t think you would be very receptive.

After you walked off, you made your way  out of the cafeteria and to your locker, you definitely weren’t hungry after all that. You got out what you’d need for the rest of the day. At least it was almost over. You spent the rest of lunch, sitting on one of the benches that were littered through the halls and started the reading assignment to distract yourself. You were going to draw, but the goofy pirate cartoon you’d made earlier just served to piss you off more.

You glanced up to one of the clocks jutting out from the wall and decided it was soon enough for you to start heading to class. You had art class right now, so you felt a little more relaxed. At least it was something you enjoyed, plus the teacher was really cool. After whatever short lecture he had he would play music while the class worked on their projects.

There was about five minutes left in the class when everyone started to clean up. As you worked on your desk you thought about next period. History was next. Usually you enjoyed the class well enough, but Murdoc was in your class. 

You felt yourself starting to get angry again, so while you were walking to the class you just told yourself it that it would be fine. He probably won’t even be there. He almost definitely went home or something after all that.

Having calmed yourself down, you walked into the class and took your seat, feeling okay. Ready to go home, but okay. That quickly went away when you saw Murdoc walk in, obviously unsteady on his feet and looking more greenish than usual. For a moment your eyes met but you both looked away pretty quickly. You because you were still mad and a bit hurt, Murdoc because he felt guilty and embarrassed.

You were glad he decided to sit in the far corner, where he usually sat, instead of next to you. Despite your residual anger you did hope he was alright, though. Whatever hangover he was dealing with looked rough as hell.

The class went by as it usually did. You took notes and read along with the text, but you stole a few glances toward Murdoc. He still looked a bit green and pale compared to how he usually looked, but he had somehow managed to balance himself on the armless chair and seemed to be sleeping it off. Satisfied that he was probably fine, you let yourself laugh quietly for a minute. He looked like an old man propped up in the chair like that.

After that revelation you spent a majority of the class doodling cartoons of Murdoc again, making sure to listen to the teacher while you did this time. 

By the end of class you were more than ready to go home and pass out. School had never been this emotional before, and you weren’t sure you liked it. You gathered up your things as the final bell rang. You debated hanging back a bit to talk to Murdoc. Your anger had dissipated and now it all seemed stupid to be upset over.

Still feeling torn, you decided to just leave. You hoped that eventually you’d both come around. Even though it was only a few hours you really enjoyed Murdoc’s company yesterday and you thought you could get to be really good friends, but that was looking like a short lived dream. Unbeknownst to you Murdoc felt similarly, made apparent when he called to you as he made his way across the classroom, meeting you at the door.

“Do you mind if I walk you home?” The, still sickly looking, teen asked the question in a small voice that didn’t fit him at all, avoiding eye contact. He looked like a guilty puppy. A guilty, green, puppy. You sighed softly through your nose, accepting the offer. Murdoc looked up, a shocked expression on his face. You raised a brow in confusion.

“Did you want me to say ‘no’?” You asked in a teasing voice, earning a small smirk in return.

“Nah, just expecting.” The two of you started to walk down the hallway to your locker to get your backpack.

“Maybe you should stop doing that. Seems like you're wrong more often than not.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that feeling too...” You both laughed a bit, making your way to the front entrance.

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