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

~New Student~ Chapter 8

Y/n's POV

The weekend was over. I had to go to class. The next day, I woke up, and got ready as usual. Just in a sage green hoodie, and sweatpants. Nothing too major. It was college, after all. I touched up my makeup a bit, and left with my bag.

When I finally got to the university I kept hearing people talking about this new student. I did not care much, so I ignored them. I just got to my class and sat down in a desk. Lola approached me with, the familiar, mischievous grin. I knew she was gonna mention the new student. She did.

"Y/n!~ Have you heard about the new student? Apparently, he's your ideal type!" She said, all excited.

She was definitely trying to set me up with the new guy.

"I heard all about him in the halls." I replied, slightly annoyed.

I was not excited at all, that we had a new student. He was probably a spoiled brat like the majority of people that go to this university.

"Apparently he's in this major!", Lola said, in a cheerful tone.

If I was drinking something, I definitely would have spit it out.

"Seriously?"

"Yep! You should try and introduce yourself. Since your 'single'.", Lola mocked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Sure. Why not?", I grunted, finally giving in.

I mainly just wanted to prove a point that nothing was going on between me and somebody.

I didn't even realize that there was a empty spot next to me. The new person's spot, too. Which made it worse. He finally entered the classroom and my eyes widened. His mood was way different than what I thought. I didn't let my guard down just yet, though. He could easily be hiding something. I put my nose up to him, and looked away from him. He sat down next to me with girls surrounding him, trying to ask him out. He just rejected them in a very polite manner. He looked uncomfortable.

Eventually he taped my shoulder. I looked at him, confused. The man was tall, somewhat muscular, blonde, green eyed, had a small ponytail. He was, in fact, really attractive. The man outreached his hand while smiling.

"I'm Thoma! I hope you don't mind if I sit here for a bit.", Thoma said

My eyes widened. That was not what I was expecting.

I looked at his hand, and shook it with my own.

"I'm Y/n.", I replied in a unsure tone.

He noticed my hesitation and backed off a bit. I appreciated that. Thoma took back his hand, then took out a pencil and sticky note. He scribbled on the sticky note, before sliding it on my desk. I looked at him, unsure. Then I opened the note. It read "So sorry for intruding your space!", with a rough drawing of him sweating.

I giggled, which surprised even me. He reminded me of a puppy. I wrote "All good!", with a thumbs up on the back. I handed it back to him.

When he read it he smiled, in relief, which made me smile. Thoma was, extremely, hard to hate.

He had a beautiful smile.

We ended up talking the majority of the class. He stared at my neck a couple times, and I just felt embarrassed. It felt like he put me under a spell. And even if he did, he surely did not mean it. I, also, felt as if someone else was watching me, but I shrugged it off.

Thoma and I ended up exchanging numbers... Nothing weird! We both went separate ways after school, but on the way to my dorm I saw Scara. He glared at me with a disgusted look. It was more hatred than usual. That surprised me. I couldn't even get Scaramouche's glare out of my mind. I almost felt offended by it. It would make sense.

I thought about it some more. Why did he even hate me? I did nothing wrong to him. I even tried being nice. Was being nice the problem? Those thoughts got on my nerves. We were enemies, so it didn't matter, but I still wondered. Luckily, my thoughts were interrupted by a text from Thoma.

Thoma: "Hey! 😁"

I smiled.

"Hello! ^^"

Thoma: "Whatcha doin?"

"Just laying on my bed."

Thoma: "Same! 🤯"

I giggled. We ended up talking for a couple hours. I even considered what Lola said. He was my ideal type. Then I remembered how uncomfortable Thoma looked when he was surrounded by people asking for his number. I could never do that to him. He deserves someone better, which I didn't think any normal person would make me say. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Just like he didn't want me to be uncomfortable. I appreciated that.
I did, truly, want to get closer to Thoma. I just don't know all the reasons why.

As much as Thoma was on my mind, my mind would just go back to that nasty glare, that Scaramouche gave me. I thought about it some more. Why would he glare at me so hastily? I even gave him a coffee. A good one, at that. It was supposed to be mine, after all
I just don't understand why.

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