~I Made a Mistake~ Chapter 11

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Y/n's pov

The girl stood there, wide eyed, as if she was surprised she even took the picture. We were screwed if anyone else saw that. I was being naive, and actually cried into Scaramouche's shoulder. So naive. Stupid, even. The girl was frozen in place. She seemed like a scared puppy... But why? Then it hit me. I almost laughed. She was intimidated by the man behind me. Mr. Fandango. Good thing she was intimidated, it gave us some leverage. Or, at least, it did for a second. Her mood quickly changed along with her expression. She was smirking in an evil manner now. I swallowed hard. Why was I feeling nervous?

The girl that stood across from us, down the hallway, was about to speak, before her voice got cut off by loud footsteps. Someone was clearly angry... Or drunk. This was even worse. A wave of pure nervousness hit me. The situation, that looked like relationship confrontation, didn't make it any better. It felt like emotional torture. I didn't dare look at Scara's expression. I already knew we had the same expression. A couple thoughts were eating away at my brain. One, "We are so screwed", and the source, "We need to get that picture off of her phone."

I was frozen in place now.

We all looked back to see who was coming. It was my new friend, Thoma. He had the most sleep deprived, annoyed face. I had never seen him this angry. He always had a smile but this time he had a nasty scowl. It almost beat Scaramouche's.

Thoma stood right above the girl, looking at the picture that was on the screen of her phone. His eyes widened and then he glared once more. He shot his sharp gaze back at my direction. But not at me, but at Scaramouche. He was pissed. I felt even more panicked. Thoma was probably the main one I didn't want to see that picture. I wanted to cry again, of humiliation.

What made me pissed was the girl was blushing. She was one of the many girls who liked him.

"Hi Thoma!" The annoying girl said in a whole different tone than I have ever heard her.

Thoma's expression turned to disgust.

"Delete that picture." Thoma said in a husky tone.

"What, why?" The girl asked him, seemingly confused.

"None of this is any of our business. It's theirs. Nor did we have any right to intrude on that business. If I hear any rumors about them I will know who spread them." He said.

"I would never do that!" She looked up at him as if pleading for him to fall into her void of lies.

Luckily, he didn't

"Then why did you take that picture?" He asked, already knowing that answer.

She fell silent, and deleted the picture. The girl just ran away with her phone held to her chest. I'm not going to lie... It was satisfying. Thoma walked off, back in the direction where he had come from. I felt as if though I had messed up. I was only trying to confront Scara, but instead watched a confrontation.

I looked up hesitantly at Scara, and saw him staring down at me. We were both dumbfounded. His eyes shot to where Thoma had fled. That lonely expression was plastered onto his face. An expression that seemed like a lost puppy. I want to know what that expression means. It seemed so sad, lonely, abandoned, and lost. Was he lost? Abandoned? Depressed? Lonely? I don't even know... But I want to.

"What's on your mind? I want to know." I finally asked, straight up.

Scaramouche looked down at me, once more.

"I'm going back to my room. You waisted my time." He said, as he faced his door again.

Scara seemed guilty, but he was right. I waisted both of our time. He answered nothing. In fact, I just have more questions. I watched as he entered his room, and shut the door behind him.

I stayed where I was. I didn't move. I just needed to sort my thoughts and figure out why the fuck Scara was playing with my emotions like some sort of sea saw. I sat down and stared at his door. I then thought of every encounter with Scara, and what it possibly meant. I needed to satisfy my curiosity.

Scaramouche was silent and didn't do anything to make himself stand out till I tried to introduce myself to him. He didn't seem like he liked me at all. Scara started messing with me, and locked me into the janitors closet. Then, I got trapped with him and started to panic. He seemed sympathetic and calmed me down. Was that his soft side? If so, it only shows when I need sympathy and comfort. Lola ended up talking to him about it, which pissed him off. Was he embarrassed? Or was he scared that more people were gonna try to be friends with him? He pinned me in and alley and said he hated me, in a confusing way. Then he messed with me more by showing up often wherever I am. Was he watching me? He confronted me again on the subway. He only helps me when I show discomfort. I wonder why. Then I got drunk and he took care of me. After that, he saw me with Thoma and avoided me like the plague. He seemed content though. Of course, he helped me again after that.

I came to the conclusion that Scara shows his soft and sympathetic side when I show discomfort... He's just so distant and pushes me away. Why does he comfort me then, if he wants me to stay away? My conclusion didn't help me to feel at ease at all. Why do I still even care, at this point. He was so 2 faced, it was painful. Was he the one lost... Or am I the one that's lost?


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