Nightguards x Reader!Mute

Chapter 8 - Have a nice ... Hangover?

[A/N - yes, I'm finally back. I'm determined to finish this one way or another, just please be patient with me. Looking through my old stuff I noticed I actually had half of this chapter already written out but I went over it again and rewrote certain parts.

Also, a bit of a shoutout to Str4ng3rrz and Somefuckinqueer for giving me the confidence to keep writing on this ♥

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~ on Monday Night ~

You were sitting on a bench near the Pizzeria, your head was still killing you. "Wow (Y/N), you look awful", someone said next to you. You looked up to see Jeremy, he was giving you a worried smile. "Are you okay?" he asked. You wrote "My head is killing me" in your notebook and showed it to him.

"Yeah I can see that", Jeremy replied while sitting down next to you. The air around him suddenly got a little bit tense and his expression changed to concerned. "Hey (Y/N), do you know what happened to Mike?" Jeremy suddenly asked. Your eyes widened, you didn't know what he was talking about.

You tilted your head a bit, he seemed to understand that you were confused. He sighed. "Well, since Saturday he hasn't been the same at all anymore". Jeremy looked over at you with a sad expression, "I thought maybe you knew what was going on. You two were practically glued together all night after all". He laughed a bit.

"Honestly, I haven't seen Mike so happy in a while". There was a bit of an awkward silence until someone shouted, "Hey guys!". You both turned to see Fritz approaching with a bag of chips. "Geez Fritz, are you ever gonna stop eating those?" Jeremy complained. Fritz rolled his eyes, "they're just too good I'll start eating less next Monday, I promise!".

You could see Jeremy rolling his eyes as he scooted over to let Fritz sit down. "Hey Jer, is everything okay? you look kinda down." Fritz spoke up. "Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it", Jeremy replied. You wondered why he wouldn't just tell Fritz about Mike, it was odd. Especially since those two seemed to be great friends. Then again, it's not like Fritz could be much help in this situation.

Eventually, Scott and Vincent showed up as well. There was no sign of Mike yet and you were starting to get worried. Scott was the first to speak up, "Jeremy where is Mike?" he asked. Jeremy shrugged, "he left the apartment before me. I thought he would be here by now...". Scott had a worried look on his face.

He looked over to you, "(Y/N) do you know anything?". You looked over to Jeremy, but he wasn't even paying attention anymore. Looking back at Scott you shook your head. He sighed, "alright... Well, I hope it's nothing serious".

Meanwhile, Vincent had moved next to you, "hey kitten ~". You rolled your eyes at him, making him chuckle a bit. He didn't say anything else, which was a bit odd for him. While Scott and the others were opening the door and chatting about what happened at the bar, you were focused on figuring out why everyone was so different today.

When everyone else was busy, Vincent's grin disappeared. He looked pretty serious when he said, "(Y/N), I know something happened with Mike on Saturday. I've known him for long enough to see right through him. And I have my suspicions about who the culprit is ". His eyes were resting on you. You started to flush pink, he couldn't possibly mean that it was your fault. You haven't done anything to Mike. Well, nothing that you would know of, of course.

When you really thought about it, you realized that you didn't really remember what happened on that night. It could've been possible that you did something, possibly even something bad. You heard the turning of the lock and looked over. Scott was complaining about how the key wasn't working right anymore. Suddenly something purple rushed by you, Vincent went inside without another word.