All I want is you and me (A bad boy x Reader Romance)

CH̷̰̲͔̮̬̖͔̩̹̠̭͝APTER FIVE

You woke up in your bed, sunlight streaming through your windowsill. Your eyes shot open, you could still feel your heart beating in your chest your mind trying to wrap around what happened.

Walter...

You frantically look for your phone, fumbling desperately through your bedsheets your hands shaking as you feel it beneath your covers. You're shaking as you turn it on, looking for the message from last night, praying it was all some sick joke.

It has to be...right?

However when you look through your contacts you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

theres ...nothing.

No messages, no horrifying images, not even Walter's number...

Quickly you fumble out of bed, not giving a shit how much youre fucking up your mattress. You nearly trip over your own feet trying to bolt out of your room. Flinging your door open you yell downstairs "MOM! MOM!"

"y/n?" you hear your mom downstairs as you rush down them, feeling like your stomach is about to fall out of your ass. When you reach the dining room you see your mother's eyes widen seeing your frantic expression. "y/n whats wrong?" "Mom! My friend walter-he might be dead and we need to get the police-" your mother's confused expression causes your voice to fizzle out. "Who's Walter? Honey did you have a nightmare?"

"no!NO! Walter! Remember I told you about him yesterday! We were supposed to go to the arcade!" your mothers confused expression only grew. "Is that the boy that drove you home yesterday? If not im sorry honey I don't recall a Walter".

Your hands shook as you felt your breathing become heavier, what the hell was happening? You thought you talked to Walter yesterday, made plans with him....no, you KNOW he was with you yesterday. However as you stare at your phone, scrolling furiously through your contacts only to see nothing , you feel as if everything around you spiraling.

You can't even feel your own steps as you walk to school, they don't feel like yours. You're too caught up in the whirlwind of thoughts to even think about school. Last night...was it a dream? But that would mean yesterday as a whole was a dream, but your mother obviously saw you with Ethan.

You can't get that image out of your head.

Walter Woods, a sweet and geeky kid with his blood splattered on the roof of his own car. And that sick fucking message that followed it.

You stop, seeing a red dogwood leaf land at your feet.

For now...at least you need to stop thinking about it. For your own sanity's sake.

you hear a familiar catty voice murmuring and internally groan, you hadn't realized whilst lost in your thoughts how quickly you had made it to the school parking lot. Turning around, you see the blonde haired queen bee with a phone in her hand and an unreadable expression on her face. Which is somehow more terrifying that her sadistically joyous expression.

Her mary janes clacking her way over towards you see her dark eyes flick upwards to you. You stare at her right back defiantly, if this is some sort of intimidation tactic it's not going to work on you this time. However she says nothing to you, simply looking over towards two other male students motioning towards...you?

As soon as they see your eyes meet theirs the taller one blushes while the shorter one chuckles nailing him in his side while scurrying away. You surprised, were they...checking you out? You never thought of yourself as the type that gets checked out, in fact quite the opposite actually.

"You're popular with the guys Y/n" Cassie murmurs, you can't tell if she's impressed or jealous, either way its terrifying. "Umm...thanks?" Cassie's eyes flick back to yours "there's a pep rally after school tomorrow. Be there if you don't feel like staying home and doing nothing." with that Cassie walks off to your bewilderment. You can't tell whether she was being friendly or threatening, but nothing had made sense since last night and you don't expect things to start making sense now. Trying to shake those thoughts out of your head, you march onward to your first period class.

There's only one person who can confirm your suspicions, however you never thought you'd actually be looking forward to seeing him.

"Why the fuck are you bothering me?" Ethan hissed as the teacher fiddled with the class projector. He wasn't at all friendly, a grumpy asshole per usual, but at least today he wasn't going out of his way to ignore you. You were still annoyed nonetheless, but you couldn't help but have your eyes drift across him. Outside of his blazer you could really see the sleeve tattoos that decorated his lean yet pronounced muscles. Which were especially prevalent in his against the dresscode "Malfunkshun" t-shirt, a band which you hadn't seen since you stopped digging in your mom's closet for clothing.

"Cause I have a question asshat, you remember Walter?" his eye don't even meet yours "who?". You sigh "my friend red hair, lanky, he asked me to go out with him today-" you immediately see Ethan's eyes flick to yours and you realize how it sounded. "N-not like that! Just heading out to the arcade" Ethan smirked "fuck you gonna do? Screw in those arcade box things that you step in and shoot shit?". You felt your face flush red "shut up!" you hiss getting a low chuckle from Ethan, the sound makes you flush even more, you don't even know why. You groan resting your head on your hand.

"What? He cancelled on your ass last minute or something?" Ethan asked "no, its just..." you look at Ethan debating with yourself. You're gonna sound fucking crazy to him and as sad as it is...he's the closest thing you have to a friend at the moment. Ethan sees the expression on your face and sighs "I'm not gonna push you on it." "n-no" you respond. Seeing the eyes of a girl darting away from you, obviously pretending she wasn't staring. "Why is everyone looking at me like that?" Ethan turned his head to look at the girl, fake-taking notes even more furiously now. "Fuck if I know, the people who actually care about social status here are fucking weird. I mean shit have you seen Cassie?".

The bell rings as you chuckle and sling your bag over your shoulder. Surprised at how strangely chill Ethan seems, perhaps you had misjudged him yesterday?

"Oh yeah Ethan" He turns toward you raising an eyebrow as you fumble with your backpack. Pulling out his now freshly cleaned blazer "here's your jacket" as he takes his jacket he looks at it so...strangely. As if it's an otherworldly object he has never seen before "what?" you ask as he sniffs the jacket. "It smells like peaches" you cross your arms over your chest and huff "well I'M sorry it doesn't smell like cigarettes and ass anymore" "dont' you mean cigarettes and ash?" he asked. "Nope" you chirped stubbornly "it smelled like cigarettes and ass, my mom even said so", Ethan chuckled again, and you felt the butterflies in your stomach once again.

As the two of you walked towards the door you couldn't help but trace the smile on his lips with your eyes, it looked good on him. However that expression vanished like lightning as he halted in front of the door, a deadly glare replacing it.

You shuddered, he looked annoyed all the fucking time but right now he looked like someone had just genuinely pissed him off.

As you peak over his shoulder you see the reason for his anger.

Cooper stands their, quickly flicking his eyes from Ethan to you waiving at you.

"Y/n! Join me for lunch? My treat"