Stalker's Tango | Bartolomeo x Reader

Resident Punk

The library was deadly silent for having over fifty people in it. Well of course, it was a library. You had your head in a text book and were tapping away at your laptop, getting on with your essay due at the end of the month. You hadn't been putting in enough effort so you decided that now was a better time than ever since you had nothing much to do. Maybe if you got something done you would ask your friends if they wanted to go out later on in the day.

That was if you got something done, because you were finding it immensely hard to concentrate.

You were sitting up in one of the plush boots that sat back to back and all you could hear from the other side was a quiet voice. The person behind you seemed to be talking down the phone or something since it was one-sided and no reply came.

It got to the point where you were bothered enough that you stood to your feet, gently closing down the lid of your laptop. You stepped out from your seat and turned around to address the annoyance - right at the same time as someone on the other side did. Clearly you weren't alone in this, but then again it was a library.

"Can you be quiet?" You said to the nattering blonde.

At the exact same time, another more masculine and familiar voice spoke similar words. "Will you shut it?"

Surprised, you looked up at who had joined you in irritation. Though your annoyance quickly melted away as stood before you, was that green haired punk you always happened to bump into.

You laughed, eyebrows raised in utter astonishment. What were the odds? "Talk about coincidence!"

"Right?" The green haired man said, leaning a hand on the booth table. Which, by the way, the long, blonde haired man still sat at. "Here to study as well?"

"Yep." You nodded, earning a toothy grin from the punk. "I was just trying to finish my essay."

"Same here, actually. I-"

"Excuse me, but aren't you the ones being rather loud?"

At long last, the blonde man you were both meant to be berating spoke up. You and the green haired man looked over at him, watching as his face curled into a look of annoyance. His phone call was still going and he held it in one hand, some muttering coming through from the other end.

"You started it, dipshit." The punk argued, scowling at the blonde.

Of course, this received quite the look of disgust from the other man, who looked the punk up and down like he was below him.

"That's Cavendish to you, you brute!" The blonde spat, humphing in an entitled manner.

The two men continued to brew tension and you felt your hands going clammy from the awkwardness. Really it was up to you to break it apart and that was exactly what you did. You lifted a hand and tugged at the punk's leather jacket, causing him to look down at you. You quickly found yourself staring into his crimson eyes, a sheepish smile on your face.

"How about we talk somewhere else?" You suggested quietly.

Humming, the green haired man agreed with you. With one last glare shot in Cavendish's direction, he gathered his stuff from his booth and went with you.

The two of you wandered out of the quiet area and into the cafe that was off one side of the library. It still had booths, but of course, you could freely talk. While he was willing to pay for his own drink, you didn't let him. He thanked you kindly as the two of you sat down with your coffees in a corner booth; away from everyone else.

"I did say I owed you." You reminded him, sipping gently at your latte.

"Sure did, but I really didn't expect to be owed."