This is why I don't socialize {Eddie Munson X Reader}

P2) The Sweater

The next day as I am biking to school something was thrown at me, a cloth. "FUCK!" I yelled as me and my bike go down. "WHAT THE HECK!" I scream as I come to the quick conclusion that my knees are all bloodied up and so are my hands. I shove the bike off of me and grab the cloth. I swear, I'm so done. I hold it up and see, it's a sweater, almost identical to the one Eddie lit on fire. I had that sweater since I was 12 and it wore it all the time at school, it was my favorite. I can't believe I was almost killed by a sweater.

Finally getting to school, I lock my bike up outside and go to my first class, then second, and then third. The day came to an end and I dreaded my second to last class, creative writing with Mr. Herrick and... Eddie.

The class piles in. As I make my way in, Mr. Herrick smiles at me and says, "new sweater?" I glare at him and say, "are you the one that almost killed me with this thing?" He shakes his head and said, "is that why you look like you were in a car accident?" I roll my eyes and make my way to my seat.
As Mr. Herrick begins to teach, I feel my head get heavy and I pull the sweater sleeves over my hands before drifting off into a deep sleep.

I guess I didn't think this through because before I knew it the bell was ringing and everyone was walking out. I watch as Mike and Dustin walk out... without Eddie.

Walking into my next class, I stuffed my hands in my sweater pocket. "What the-" I whisper, pulling something out of the pocket. I find a paper that reads,

"If you were about to jump off a cliff, I would come in after you."

Oh great, this is just some stupid prank to make fun of my poetry. I stuff the piece of paper back in my pocket and get to my last class.

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The bell rings for last period to come to an end and everyone left in a storm, literally, it's storming. Shit. I run out into the rain to my bike and see that the lock is broken and my bike is gone. Tears immediately stream down my face and I fall to my knees. I can't do this anymore. I can't handle getting picked on anymore. I take off the sweater and throw it at the wall and scream, "FUCK!!!" I begin to hyperventilate and sob.

All of the sudden, the rain stops. I thought it did but I could still hear it. I look up and see an umbrella. My eyes follow the umbrella to the handle where I see him. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" I scream as I sob and continue to struggle breathing. He bends over and helps me up. He and I walk over to the wall and he picks up my sweater, it's covered in mud. I cry harder knowing that my sweater is ruined.

"Why do you hate me Eddie?"
I say to him in a shaky voice.
He tilts my chin up towards him and says,
"I don't hate you. If you were about to jump off a cliff, I would jump after you Y/N."

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Eddie drove me home and kept my sweater. I didn't ask why even though I wanted to keep it. The car ride was silent except for the quiet sound of Paranoid by Black Sabbath. As I got out of the car he said, "I'm sorry for throwing a sweater at you. You were pretty upset when I set your favorite one on fire." I nodded at him and walk up to my house, cold and wet.

I run upstairs to my room and hop on my bed.

How did he know that the sweater he accidentally set on fire was my favorite?