REVERSE! ❨ FIVE HARGREEVES ❩

CHAPTER TWO ⎯ JEALOUSY

Both me and Five were able to find Luther. It was easy from all the help Elliot was giving us. We had to owe it up to him but we didn't know how. I gave him a hug before we left as a gift, but Five didn't even think of stepping 2 meters beside him. Stubborn Five.

Turns out Luther worked at a strip club. . . Yeah, I said that right. It was weird but I understood where he came from. Imagine coming from 2019 to a random year and having to survive!? I would have been irrational too.

Both me and Five sat in chairs, front row, waiting for Luther to find us. I would love to sit, relax, and look at the pretty girls, but when Five is also looking at the pretty girls, there is a problem. 

He was looking at the girls up and down while smirking, I couldn't help but feel and fiery burn from the pit of my stomach. Jealousy.

I looked directly at him while he bit his lower lip as he saw a girl lean down to him. This burned the most. I grabbed his hand, dragging his attention to me. "Hm?" He asked. "Stop looking at that girl like that" I angrily said. "Why not" Five said wittily. I rolled my eyes. "Why are you watching them anyway? We're here for Luther" I asked him. "Because I'm horny" 

My cheeks flooded with embarrassment. But it didn't last long before something came to my head. "You know, Five. I can help with your horny self" I said, trying to hit him up. He looks at me and smirks, "I think I have that handled" He said. 

I scrunched my eyes in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "I asked that cute chick when she's leaving work. She gave me a weird look. I'm gonna guess that's a yes" Five said. "So you know nothing about girls huh?" I rolled my eyes. 

I scrunched his eye brows in confusion this time. "What do you mean?" He asked. "That so called 'chick' is probably telling the police on you. Plus, you look like a cute 13 year old. Not a hot and handsome 30 year old" I told him. "How you you know that I'm hot?" Five asked. For this, I had no answer. 

Five smirked as he saw my embarrassed self. He turned his head around and continued to watch the pretty girls. I started to get tears in my eyes and I knew I can't hold myself together. I got up and walked to the bathroom. 

"Where are you going, Y/N?" Five asked. I sniffled in my tears so I didn't sound like I'm crying, "Just to the bathroom" I said quietly. I didn't look back and just ran into the washroom. I walked into a stall and sat on the seat. 

Tears dripped down my cheeks like rivers. I kept telling myself to pull it together since it was the end of the world, but my heart was too sensitive for this shit. Can he just choose his mind on whether he likes me or not? It's getting stressful. I can't pass a minute about thinking about him, but here he is now, literally staring at other girls who look older, hotter, and more beautiful. 

I just wish someone was here for me now.

After my mini meltdown in the bathroom, I was starting to feel better. I walked out to see other men looking at me weirdly. They probably heard me. Or they were looking at me because I looked 14. 

I walked out of the bathroom. It was kinda blurry from all the tears my eyes had poured out but I could see clearly that a monkey had taken my seat. I scrunched my eyebrows and frowned. Luther had a blue buttoned shirt, and had some decent pants. 

Not gonna lie, he had a major glow up since 2019. 

Luther noticed me looking at him weirdly. He looked at me up and down. "Hi, Y/N" Luther said dryly. "Hello" I said back. "That's my chair" I said. He rolled his eyes, "Well, it's mine now" he said. As I was about to say something, Five interrupted, "Just get another chair, stop being childish".

I had just came from crying and now I feel like crying again. Why did he hurt me so much today? Didn't we kiss a few hours ago?

I started to walk away to get a chair when I saw some boy looking at me, smirking. This kid was probably about 15 and he was probably with his dad. I rolled my eyes and continued walking to get a chair. When I saw a free chair, I went and got it. As I turned around, I was met by a surprise. 

The boy was there, leaning on a desk, trying to look hot, but was clearly failing. 

I only had a type for people who looked like Five. 

"You came here alone?" The boy asked me. I had enough of this. I stopped time using my hands. I kicked him in the you know where before walking away with my chair. As soon as I got down and settled beside Luther, time un did itself and went back to normal. I watched from my side and looked at the poor boy wince around in pain.

I turned around to see that Luther was shocked. "Where the hell did you come from?" He asked. "My powers" I replied to him while rolling my eyes. Luther turned around to Five and frowned. He got up and was about to walk away. "Luther, wait." Five begged.

"Look, I get it, okay? I know what it's like to be stuck in time... Thinking this is how you're gonna live out the rest of your life. On the run, and not knowing if you're ever gonna see the people you love again, and to be in an unfamiliar world." Five explained. "But Luther, you're not alone. We have to find the others because the world ends again in ten days. We have no idea how to stop it." Five continued to say.

"I don't give a shit." Was all Luther said before leaving. I got up from my own seat and looked into Five's eyes. Tears. "Five, are you okay?" I asked while trying to touch his cheeks. Five slapped my hand away, "Leave me alone" He said before walking away. 

I followed him anyway. He sat in a bar table and got a glass of brandy. "Five don't drink it!" I told him. "Why do you care?" Five asked meanly. "Because it's bad for the health of your 13 year old body" I said protectively. "Stop" He said. 

I did and looked down at my lap sadly. I got a cup of brandy myself, even if I knew that I would be bad for my 14 year old body. After Five had finished his own cup, he was about to leave when I noticed some sort of box in his pocket. 

At first, I thought it was a period pad. 

But I knew better that Five wouldn't be carrying that around. "Five— What is that in your pocket?" I asked him. He looked down and grabbed the thing that was in his pocket. It was some sort of a orange box. I grabbed it from his hand and read it. 

Frankel Footage.

"Hazel must of given it to me before— he— past" Five said sadly. I flash backed and remembered seeing Hazel shove something in his pocket. 

What do we do this? We have no clue. But we knew who to go to. The one person who was helping us in the 1060s'. 

Elliot.

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