You're My Enemy...Right? [Scaramouche x FEM! Reader]

~Does He Feel Bad?~ Chapter 2

Y/n's POV

Yep, he definitely locked it. It just would not budge. I groaned, and checked my phone. It was on 2%. I was truly unlucky. I did know that if I called someone, it'd get Scaramouche in trouble. Not that I don't want him to get disciplined, but it would just lead him to pick on me more. I decided to call someone in case I really needed it. I still had 45 minutes till class would actually start. I banged on the door with my clenched fists.

"Let me out!"I exclaimed.
I heard him laugh.
He was definitely amused.

"Nope!"He, to my surprise, replied.

"Please! Please, let me out!" I shouted.

I heard him laugh once more. "Hmm... If you beg, I might consider letting you out." He said in a smug tone.

Did he not hear me plead? I wanted to throw up already. "Please, Scaramouche! Please!"

I sure sounded foolish. If that was taken out of context, it would've sounded utterly wrong.

I could tell he was surprised, since he did not respond. Hell, I stayed silent too. Until I heard a clearly flustered voice respond. "Good girl~"

My eyes instantly widened, and I felt my face get warm. What was this feeling? I shrugged it off, and gave one last push of the handle, before I went tumbling forward. I shrieked when I fell to the floor. I looked up to see Scaramouche standing before me. He looked... Guilty? Or was he amused? I couldn't tell. His face was a light shade of red, but I saw him do something with his phone, then swiftly put it away in his back pocket. He wasn't taking pictures, so what was he doing?

I got up, and noticed my knees took quite a hit. Once he saw my injured knees he looked away. Sure enough, he felt bad about me falling. We heard footsteps and before I knew it he pushed me back into the janitors closet.

He didn't fully shut the door, so we could still get out. He put a rather warm hand over my mouth to stop me from making sounds. My eyes widened. He was so close, and I could hear his soft breaths. I could hear my own heartbeat, as well.

His head was faced towards the door, ready for someone to come in, but the exact opposite happened. Whoever it was shut the door, and locked it. Scaramouche's eyes widened. In that moment I knew we were both thinking the same thing, Oh, shit.

Once Scarmouche knew the person passed he looked back towards me, and took his hand off of my face. I was blushing like crazy, and he noticed. He quickly backed away from me and sat down against the now locked door. He got up and tried to open the door, and yup, it was locked. We both sat down, sitting across from each other. Just silent. We didn't bother arguing about who's fault it was.

The scent reeked of crappy, lemon scented, cleaning supplies. I heard him sigh. I couldn't even tell if he was happy or not. I surely wasn't.

"Well-" I was quickly cut off

"Yes, I know. We're stuck here. Unless you somehow charge your phone and call someone for help." He said in a surprisingly soft tone. He didn't sound angry, either.

"How did you know my phone is basically dead?" I replied.

"You would've called for help earlier, when I locked you in here." He said in an annoying know-it-all tone.

I nodded. I checked my phone once more and it was now fully dead. Nothing like a faulty, old battery.

"Should we shout and call for help or are you going to call someone?" I said, annoyed.

He just chuckled.

"I dropped my phone while panicking to get the both of us in here."

I glared at him.

"I guess we wait then." I mumbled

That was when I realized the situation. I was alone with a guy, in a locked room. That ran through my head a couple of times, before my eyes widened. I couldn't help but start to panic. I clenched my legs to my chest and tried to calm down. Scaramouche looked at me, confused. Then realized why I was panicking. He out reached a hand towards me and I quickly backed away. I didn't want to be taken advantage of. He stopped his hand from coming any closer and brought it back to his lap.

"...Y/n, don't worry. I won't do anything. I promise." He said in a soft, soothing tone.

I didn't reply, I just started to take deep breaths to help me calm down. When I am scared, panicked, or anything around that, it's hard to bring me back down. I shut my eyes, hoping that'd do something when I felt a familiar warm hand resting on my injured knee. His hand was gently rubbing my injury. Slowly. I instantly started to come back down. It felt... Amazing. I looked up at him to see his eyes softened with empathy. It was an odd sight. I smiled at him. This caused his whole expression to change. He went back to being cold.

Scaramouche took back his hand quickly.

"Don't ever mention this." He said, seeming more annoyed than before.

"What if I do?" I responded quickly.

He shot me the coldest glare yet. I quickly gave up on that topic.

"Thanks anyways." I murmured in a sarcastic tone.

Scaramouche didn't reply.

About a half an hour later of complete silence we heard footsteps coming closer to the door. I quickly shot up from my spot and banged on the door. Someone immediately opened the door. It was my best friend, Lola. Her eyes widened when she saw Scaramouche behind me. She smirked at me and raised her eyebrows. Scaramouche pushed past me, and walked away. I was utterly distraught when I saw that he had his phone in his back pocket. Did he want to be trapped with me?

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