━ 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗠𝗘 ; k. scaramouche

𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

five
y/n's pov

Y/N
"it was a total fail!"

ROSARIA
"then just ignore the bitch"

Y/N
"that would never work"

ROSARIA
"have you tried?"

Y/N
"no because i know it wouldn't
work"

ROSARIA
"just try it."

Y/N
"if it doesn't work you're buying
me chick fil a for lunch"

ROSARIA
"ugh you broke bitch get
your own food"

Y/N
"whore"

ROSARIA
"scaramouche obsessed"

Y/N
"too far! i am NOT."

ROSARIA
"just make out with the guy
boys only care when you
play hard to get"

Y/N
"i would rather die"

ROSARIA
"didn't you in midd-"

Y/N
"i don't wanna talk about that, okay?"

i hang up the phone, a frown appearing on my face before an unwanted voice came in the distance, "don't wanna talk about what, your undying love for me?" scaramouche laughs.

i ignore him, starting to walk off. "what's the long face for darling? and hey, don't ignore me." scaramouche grunts, following me. i stay silent, walking to the auditorium to skip class.

"skipping?" scaramouche whistles, "not a good look miss doesn't wanna fail." scaramouche shakes his head as i sit in the corner, pulling out my phone as i hook my airpods up to it.

"you're seriously boring me," scaramouche groans, sliding against the wall, "you're supposed to entertain me, not sit there all gloomy."

"then go away." i snap at him, rolling my eyes as i turn my music up so his voice wasn't heard. i see scaramouche muttering something that wasn't audible, before taking my hand and planting a kiss on it before walking to the other side of the room.

i wipe my hand on my pants before finishing any leftover homework that i had from the past couple of days.

i frown, not understanding the problem in front of me, slamming my laptop shut as i lean my head against the wall, sighing out my frustrations.

"need help?" scaramouche asks from across the room, coming over. "what's your password?" he asks, opening my computer. "my birthday." i answer, "what's your birthday?" he laughs. "forget it." i roll my eyes. "i'm just teasing, i know your birthday."

"just go away." i turn the other way as he opens my assignments. "whyre you being bitchy?" he asks, an eyebrow raised. "whyre you such a dick?" i argue, "woah princess, calm down." scaramouche answers, taken aback.

i keep quiet, staring at the clock. "you tired?" scaramouche asks, and i nod. he pats his shoulder, signaling for me to rest my head onto it, "yeah, no. aren't we enemies?" i look him up and down. "i'm a villain not a monster." he winks, moving my head to his shoulder.

the rest of the room was silent, the only noise being scaramouche's typing on the laptop in front of him. i close my eyes, resting into his shoulder.

"ew, are you seriously falling asleep?" scaramouche chuckles, and i only hum, my consciousness fading away. "oh," he replies shortly, placing a jacket over me, ".. sleep well, i guess?"

"not even ignoring you gets you away from me." i mumble, as slumber takes over.