oven x reader: good boy gone bad

Chapter 5: A Sharp Turn

The night you spent with Oven was something you never imagined could happen to you. You felt like you were the center of the universe for just a short while, when you're whole life you felt like another piece of scenery. You drove to school feeling like you were in a movie, a fun life, someone you're close with, and an A in chemistry! You walked through the halls, not feeling like a spectator, but feeling like you were the one on the stage. For once, you didn't care if the people around you knew you, or liked you, all that you cared about was being able to talk to Oven when you got to class. You walked into First Period and saw Oven sitting in front of the class as always. Your vision danced as you walked towards him, your stomach started to fold on itself. Why do you keep getting so scared to talk to him when you enjoy it so much? You do whatever the mental equivalent of slapping yourself in the face is and walk over to your desk. Before you can get a word out, the bell rings and the teacher starts lecturing about grammar rules or whatever. You wait for her to get done, knowing Oven won't talk over her during the lesson, and as you wait the pit in your stomach gets deeper. Why do I keep feeling sick, you think as your ears get warmer. As you finish wondering where this is all coming from, the teacher finishes her lecture. 

        You turn to oven and say the first thing you can think of, some joke about whatever the teacher was just talking. And... silence, silence you weren't expecting to hear, all you could hear was silence and the sound of your heart getting faster. You make another joke to him but again... silence. You make eye contact with him, "Oven?" you say confused, feeling the pit being dug into your stomach again. Oven doesn't respond, he looks like he just came back from Vietnam. You ask again,"Oven?" He finally looks you and the eyes and responds with a "What." that felt like it knocked the air out of your lungs. The way Oven said this didn't sound like any way he spoke before, he may have spoke in a way that stung in smug, teasing way, but this burned, it felt like he put his force into, and it make your eyes feel slightly more damp. "Are you alright?" you respond, in a voice that sounds more like a plea than a question. "It doesn't matter." Oven responds, opening his notebook again and getting a pencil out of his backpack, not writing anything down. You stayed quiet after that, you weren't sure if you should be worried or if you should ask him any further questions or so many other things. In this moment you felt like you were being spun around by your legs and the sickness just kept growing as the day progressed. You kept staring at the back of Oven's head, wondering what he was thinking, wondering why he was thinking it. Hour after hour, he kept quiet, and you didn't know if you should have said anything, so you stayed quiet too. 

         After 6 hours of worrying you made it to chemistry, the class where you started talking to oven, the class you should end the day joking with him in. But again, he sits in front of you, quiet, as the tension in your head keeps building. You finally can't take the quiet any more, you tap Oven on the shoulder and ask "Oven, are you sure you're alright?" Oven stares at you coldly again and says "For the last time Y/N, it doesn't matter." "Oven, I need to make sure you're alright, just like you said when someone is struggling, it's your duty to help them, right?" Oven stared again after you said that once more, before replying, "I'm not going to live by the words of the woman who runs away as soon as shit hits the fan." Oven didn't elaborate on what he said, he just left you to sit with the questions his words brought up again.

        You drove home that day with your hands clenching the wheel so hard you could feel your palms start to bleed. You slammed your front door open and slammed your room door closed as you jumped ont your bed and burried your face into your pillow. You screamed into it, not knowing what you did, not knowing what happened, not knowing what Oven meant in Chemistry class. You stared at the keys that Oven left, that you had placed on your nightstand, forgeting to return them everyday. Your eyes didn't move from them, they were magnetised and after a while you suddenly found yourself behind the wheel of your car again. 

        You puked in your mouth and spat it out your car window on the way to Oven's house, you pulled up into his winding driveway again and sat in your car for what felt like another hour. After the years of sitting in the driver's seat, you got out of the car and walked up to the door, you heard a noise as you came closer. It was the sound of yelling, the sound of distress, your heart dropped out of your chest, and you slammed the door open with all of your might, but it was locked so you put the keys in and then opened it. After the door opened you saw Oven on the ground, his back against the wall, with his father looming over him, brandishing one of his liquor bottles in his right hand. Oven's father's head slowly turned towards you "You..." he said with a force that took the color out of your face. "You're the bitch who turned my son into a little piece of shit like you." "Oven I'll have you know that if you associate yourself with people like this, you'll just end up as another fucking junkie, dead in someone's bathtub" The way he screamed every word echoed around the room. He lifted up his arm and threw the bottle at Oven, it hit his shoulder and smashed onto the floor. The sight of this suddenly made all of this fear go away, without thinking you dashed towards Oven, you took his hand before his father immidately pinned you to the wall and started hitting you. He wouldn't stop, it felt as if your bones were being shattered over and over again you couldn't move a muscle, you felt your conciousness running away from you. But then you saw Oven, he picked up one of his father's bottles, and smashed it over what was supposed to be his head, and even though he hit the middle of his back it was enough to make him colapse onto the ground in pain. 

         You didn't waste a second, you picked Oven up and ran to your car, you locked your doors and slamed your foot on the pedal until you didn't know where you were anymore. You stopped at some parking lot, turned to oven and hugged him, you could feel him shaking but, the shaking eventually slowed down. You didn't say much to him, just "it's alright" and "you're safe now". You took off your jacket and wrapped it around him. You just looked at him for a minute, and you don't know if it was the stress of the day or the shock of everything but fuck it you kissed him. He brought you closer and you hugged for what felt like days. And then you looked at his eyes, in Oven's eyes you have seen many things, a mystery, a struggle, but for the first time you saw safety in his eyes.