𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 | Lookism x reader

4. Get out of here

A/n: hey y'all, another chapter.

There is ten minutes until the lunch bell rings to signify the end of period, but without much knowledge of the place nor much passionate will to explore, you return to the classroom. Not like you have any will to explore the place after what just happened in the cafeteria- you thought you had hit the jackpot, not the soiling pile of whatever bullshit you just experienced. Now disappointment hangs heavy, dragging at your arms and legs like a ball and chain as you trudge through the hallways, scaring unassuming passer-byes.

God, what did you do to deserve all this? All was going fun and fine before some idiots stopped it all. You mull deep in your head, the scenes becoming greyer and greyer but you pull yourself out of your daydreams suddenly. You aren't about to let some random assholes ruin your day, are you? You won't forgive and you won't forget, but you can definitely stop this failure from totally overriding you. You throw your thoughts to the wind and you feed dying embers; you stand tall once again as reach to open the door to your department.

Yes. You'll take a nap now. Even if there's only ten, now nine, minutes left till the bell- there's nothing else to do and you're kind of tired. If you're lucky your seat mate won't bother you too much either and you'll be able to sleep through the whole of the next period as well . Yes, a very fine plan- you're about to make a start at congratulating yourself for your genius, but you stop for a umpteenth time today. There's a crowd at your desk, again. It was fun the first time, but you're starting to find this annoying.

You grit your teeth and make your way to them.

"Oh. Y/n. You're back so soon?" What an ugly way to be greeted. The happy patience stuck to Eli's words all fall when he speaks to you, you note, watching as the smile remain despite his change in tone. "Ah, yes. We wanted to talk about the seats.".

It's a disgrace- the way which Eli has to constantly talk for others. He now sits next to a girl who you fought with earlier- one who you drew a comic strip on, with little stick figures kicking moles into her nostrils( what was her name again? Humpty? Herald? Handcuffs?). And on the desk to their immediate front (and to your behind) are two other girls- you recognise one and you don't recognise the other. Altogether, they sit like a little tight clique, impenetrable to a normal stranger, hostile to a random outsider, but you're no side character. You see through the lies, the extensions of deceit which they all try to weave in subtlety. They can't hide it from you. He can't hide it from you. It's like he's transparent.

"I don't think we've formally introduced." He gives yet again another patchwork smile and it wraps around him like a jacket that is far too large. He stands up as he speaks, placing an arm reluctantly between you two in a peaceful offering, the other hand leaning on the desk. "My name is Eli Jang."

It hangs for a seconds, then a few seconds more, and a few more after that. You do not take his hand, and he slowly drops it, smile creepily unfading. Only then you speak.

You look down to the girl next to Eli.

"You're sitting in my seat."

She springs into a huff as if she's had enough, gnashing her teeth at your terrible attitude. It's not as if her attitude is any better (you certainly set the standards low) but as a girl who has been torn apart already and who has watched her major crush be turned down so horrendously, she unleashes the anger brewing inside of her.

"WELL Y/n, we have all DECIDED that you would be more COMFORTABLE sitting in a different seat. IT MUST BE HARD ON YOU AS A NEW STUDENT." Her teeth grind. "Eli is a POPULAR boy here, IF YOU COULD TELL, so before YOU came OUR CLASS had a pact that NO ONE would sit next to him. I'm sure that you must be feeling NERVOUS at this new school so I don't mind you getting MY seat by the window. DON'T WORRY, you're the ONLY one sitting there."

"Was it you who thought of this idea?"

She nods.

Eli stops your hand before it reaches Hana Cho's, the force blowing back strands of hair despite the steady stop. A moment of shaking reveals your failed fight, but Hana can, nonetheless, feel her eyes bulging from the shock.

Another hand comes like a whip, aiming for Eli. But it gets stopped once again by the golden boy himself, and you narrow your gaze, scorning his calm face. A second of fighting- his refusal to let you go, in case you try to slap one of them again (which was admittedly something you were planning to do)- snaps a picture of two of shaking hands, both refusing to lose to the other. You lock eyes with Eli, his blank expression untouched by the paint of your dripping rage.

A flying desk hits Eli's face, and he lets you go. He should've restrained your legs too- satisfaction settles for a brief moment but you fight the new expression from showing on your face; watching him gently settle the desk down almost doubles the annoyance which you've just lost. You seethe.

"Who the FUCK are you guys, to tell me what to do?" You voice engulfs the room in a harsh scream, "do you need me to fucking remind you what happened this morning?"

They're all pissing you off deliberately it seems. After your failed cafeteria scrap, you just wanted to lay your head down for a bit- nothing too much to ask for right? Instead you have had to meet with the pissy scheming of your fellow peers. Hana Cho shivers and the other girls who were behind you all rush to get out of their seat, but they fall with the wind as you keep your eyes close on Eli, hands itching to ruin his pretty face. You'll ruin him.

"Y/n," tar seems to run out of Eli's mouth as he speaks, doing something which domineers the animal within you, but you sharpen your hands into claws as he continues. "Let's talk outside."

Your face sours "HAH? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO BE TELLING ME ANYTHING? Who do you fucking assholes really think you are, ordering me what to fucking do? You my mom or something?"

If Eli had to be honest, he would rather not even be talking to you-who would willingly want to talk to some snotty teen whose dialogue is a third of the same reused swear words?- but for the sake of peace in the class, he perseveres. His impassiveness to your words though almost makes you combust right there and then, but you calm yourself, urging yourself to be aware of your surroundings and to find a better way to piss him off (you won't stand being manipulated). Easy targets sit on your left, but you don't know if you want to deal with such things, even if you're certain that they'll make the monster before you growl.

Another snarl. The weak light of a fuse too broken to shine.

You slam your fist on your desk.

It is both embarrassing and a show of your dominance when you choose to sit back down, baring your teeth at those centred around you who watch as you descend. "Fuck off. Actually leave me the fuck alone- I'm going to be sitting in my seat- I don't need you ugly prune faced bitches to be telling me what to do. This is my seat. I don't need any of you side characters to all be haggling me. If you have such a problem with me sitting here, fucking move away from me.".

You admit you are tired- disappointment has emerged with the days activity, and you have spent all of your disposable energy; you want to nap, and you are going to take it, no matter what. Yes, you wont let them force you about. If anything will happen, it will all be to your own discretion, and not theirs.

"Ugly? Prune faced?" Someone isn't happy with your decision, "don't think you're hot shit all because you're loud."

Maybe that Hamburg girl was worse than you thought; how she still has the guts to stand against you in spite of all her shameful defeats today is unknown, but so terribly and irritably annoying. It's almost an attack on your character- did you not show her why you should be left alone? Have you gotten weak? Or is she just an idiot whose basic senses have decayed from years of abandonment.

"Y/n."

God, and you can't even forget about that monster in the corner. Who thought having such a school like this to be a good idea?