be mine, please. eleanor levetan x reader

chapter seven

3RD POV
AUTUMN

there's people chanting about climate change and how the people need to stop it. eleanor is staring at it, wondering what's wrong with them. then, someone else walks up to her.

"yeah, the greta thunberg brigade can be pretty intense. it's all smoke and mirrors. i've seen all of them use a plastic straw."

"fuck you y/n!" y/n raises their coffee at the person. "how are you nellie?" y/n asked her. "nellie?" "yeah! like eleanor, becomes nell, then nellie?" they emphasized using their hands. "oh, okay." "so.. do you want a tour or not?" y/n asked again. "i mean, as a disciple of a teen 90's movie, i'd be offended if i don't get one-" "if you do get offended, rosehill does have a sacred safe place for that." eleanor laughed at that. "okay so over here, we have our instagram witches. allegra, their leader, apparently made a girl levitate playing a game of light as a feather. now she's queen of zodiac thots, and she's a scorpio." y/n spits out her name.

"hot." eleanor replies. "the horny theatre kids! i am a theatre kid, just not as horny. don't judge me, judge them. last year, they tried to do an all white production of hamilton(cough scamilton cough). lin manuel miranda sent a cease and desist.. um... coming up, we have our farm bitches. they run the school farm led by carissa. when her application to make rosehill vegan was declined, she left her divacup in the middle of the cafeteria as protest. it was full!" eleanor and carissa made eye contact for a full few seconds. then eleanor started staring back at y/n.

"um, who are they?" eleanor asks y/n looking at the fountain, with drea's ex friends and y/n's medium ish friends. "uh, rosehill's royal court. the cream of the incredibly entitled crop. aka drea's ex besties. i'm still friends with them, but dre doesn't know. please be careful with them. they're all as calculated as they are beautiful. oh shit! drea! i gotta go nell! see you later!" y/n kisses eleanor as the cheek, friend like, but eleanor's face goes red, she puts her hand on her face where she was kissed, and smiled widely.

"drea! y/nn!" tara exclaims so everyone around her can hear. "tara, no!" y/n whisper yells, signing to tara that drea doesn't know. "hey, ladies!" "i meant to text you, obviously, the way last year ended was so... sticky, you know? with max's dad, funding my dad's reflection campaign. it's just so complicated." tara says. "oh, no, no." drea trails. max walks up behind tara. "okay good, don't want you takin a punch on me! haha!" tara says. "no, why would i do that?" drea says as max is in front of her. "hey, max." drea says. eleanor is watching. "uh, i'm just gonna go-" y/n says. "goodbye, y/n." max says harshly. they walk over to eleanor, who's about 20 feet behind them.

"what was that about?" she asks. "i don't know, i don't wanna get involved." "what was that about...?" eleanor asked y/n. "what!?" y/n replied quickly. "that kiss. not that i didn't like it! i did like it! i-"

"ALRIGHT guys! fun catching up! i'm gonna go grab y/n and leave! nice seeing you all!" drea says. "drea what the fuck? i was having s conversation with my friend!" y/n said. "let's go."

'feeling alone is a specific type of pain. with distinct recognizable signals to the trained eye. drea, y/n and i, we were three wounded soldiers on the battlefield of adolescence.'

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hey!

no gabbi. sorry if u like her!! i don't, so km taking her out of the book. she still exists, just not physically shown in the book. i hope yall liked it even tho it's a bit short!

if you know who the pic uo top is —————————>

if you don't, it's jane doe from ride the cyclone!!

have a fantastic day/night!!

-vinndeisel