𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒆 | 18+

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞

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～ A tingly sensation above her right eyebrow pulsed as blood smeared down her face onto her eyelid, and Y/N squinted her eye as she wiped it off. The nurse gently moved her hand away, cleaning the cut with an alcohol pad. Once the cold, wet tissue hit the cut, it burned like hell, but no sound came from the girl's lips. The woman moved her curtain bangs out of the way, placed a bandage on the cut, and stepped away. Y/N got cut by fencing with Bianca, the siren girl who is too competitive—not that she minds, but she was a little too full of herself cracking jokes in front of their classmates. She thought they were getting along pretty well, but she was wrong. Jealousy was flowing out of Bianca the whole time.

Rowan Laslow leaned back on the chair with his legs spread. His sleeve was rolled up above his elbow, and the nurse was taking his blood pressure. His eyes were stuck on the girl who sat on the bed; everyone knew who they were, and their creepy stories about them roamed around the walls of Nevermore. He was intrigued by this girl; she looked familiar.

"You're Y/N, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer to that.

She turns around to look at the boy who wore glasses, looking uninterested and standing up to her feet. "Rowan," he chuckles nervously, pointing at himself. The nurse took the blood pressure cuff off of his arm and walked away. "I know how you feel," he stated, knowing the feeling of being embarrassed in front of a crowd.

"I guarantee you don't," Y/N says monotonically, crossing her arms around her chest and gazing at the boy who kept swallowing nervously. Rowan slightly tilted his head to the side. "My mother told me I'd fit in somewhere," he said, trying to keep the conversation going due to her lack of interest.

Rowan took a breather. "I never thought it was possible to be an outcast in a school full of outcasts, but it looks like you're going to give me a run for my money." A smile forms on his lips at his last words. An unsettling feeling forms in the pit of her stomach, and she looks at him weirdly. Y/N doesn't say anything, leaving the room. The nurse hands him an asthma pump. The boy took it, clenching it tightly.

Pushing the double door open, the rain swept in as it became unpleasantly chilly. Cold rain repeatedly hit down on the umbrella. The girl shielded herself from the rain as she walked on the cement floor. A stone scraping above her head could be heard. She looked up to see a statue of a bird moving slightly; out of nowhere, it was like someone pushed it, and it was coming at her full speed. "Y/N," a boy yelled, pushing her out of the way as both of their bodies collided, hitting the ground hard. Slowly, her vision started to fade as the boy in front of her started breathing heavily and looking down at her worriedly.

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The throbbing headache made the girl wince in pain as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. Blinking slowly, she was met with a boy looking down at her with a small smile on his lips. His eyes were hazel; his skin was almost pale, with a long nose and plump pink lips. "Welcome back," he smirks a bit. Y/N leaned forward quickly, causing the boy to move back and take a seat on the chair that was on the side of the bed.

"Just take it easy," He puts his hands up, fixing himself on the chair and making it creak with his movements. "The nurse said you don't have a concussion, but you do have a pretty nasty bump, huh?" He placed his hands between his legs; they were sweating like crazy. Finally, he was starting to realize the girl in his dream was real, and she was right in front of him, but he already knew her. What's so important about her?

She ignored his question."The last thing I remember was walking outside feeling a mix of rage and self-disgust. I never felt that way before," Y/N says, staring at him and looking into his eyes. He smiles, showing his dimples as he moves his legs from side to side. "Losing to Bianca has that kind of effect on people, I think."

Y/N hates losing, especially to people who think they are better than her. "Then I looked up and saw that gargoyle coming down, then you tackled me out of the way, why?" She says, recollecting her memory before the incident. The boy's eyes fell to the ground as he pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders. "Call it instinct," he says, clicking his tongue.

Y/N tilted her head to the side; this weird boy decided to just rescue her. That could have been her imaginative death. "Mm-hmm. Some people say, "Thank you." He says, sarcastically.

"I didn't want to be rescued."

"I should have just let that thing smash you to mush." He raised an eyebrow. She wasn't being serious, right?

"I would have rather saved myself," Y/N says, looking at him narrowly.

"It's good to see you haven't changed, if it makes you feel better let's just say I returned the favor." He chuckled a bit as his gaze fell to the floor and he looked back into her eyes again. She looks at him confused, not knowing what he meant.

"Xavier Thorpe? You probably don't remember me; I was about two feet shorter and 40 pounds heavier," he says, trying to explain how he used to look when they were younger.

Then it dawned on her that Xavier Thorpe, the boy who used to blush at every threat she would say to him. That was all because he kept staring at her. The little boy was not so little anymore. "What happened?" Y/N asked, curious.

"Puberty, I guess," Xavier shrugged his shoulders.

"What happened the last time we met?" She rephrased her question.

"Oh. Uh. You tried to kill me because I confessed my love to you," he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

A/N: Ugh, finally, one more boy left to introduce ;)