Andromache (Rosé x fem reader)

κεφάλαιο III

Roseanne PoV

The next day after enduring a hard long talk with my parents, my heart couldn't stop beating brusquely against my chest from my anxiousness to see y/n at school.

The fact that the air smelled like our fall nights when we would eat s'mores in front of a small bonfire didn't make things better. I knew that I had messed up with her and I knew that she probably hated me and didn't even want to talk to me, despite that I still wanted to attempt to ask for forgiveness.

I got into Nick's car and he leaned in to kiss my cheek, making me warm up on the face. "Good morning to you too."

He pulled out of the driveway and didn't hesitate to attack me with questions regarding y/n. He always seemed caring when it came to her, sometimes. I hated that I let those nice interactions skew my view of his effrontery comments about her and it only took yesterday to realize that he wasn't so caring sometimes.

He briefly stopped. "Is y/n coming? Or is she still being uptight?" He snickered.

"Can you just leave her alone?" He removed his right hand from the wheel and placed it resting on the center console.

"Seriously? I mean I get it that things must be tough but she needs to get it together. Don't tell me you're letting her get to you with her trauma. She should be over it by now she's probably trying to manipulate you."

I sat on his words for a while almost thinking he was right but then my mom's voice rang in my head.

"When was the last time you saw her cry, Roseanne? That one time and you threw away her ability to ever be vulnerable with you over some boys. Do you know how precious that is? It isn't fair to her, especially because she bottles everything to let you be vulnerable because she doesn't want to make you feel like she is too weak to be there for you. Ask Nick if he knows anything about you in your weakest moments and he won't know a thing unless you didn't already reveal it to him."

"She can't manipulate me if she never revealed how she felt about anything," I said at a whisper. It was true. The only times I knew she was affected by something regarding her parents was when she rubbed and caressed the pendant on her necklace. I felt sick and embarrassed at the way I told her I was sick of her gloating when her gloating was a simple comforting touch to metal that settled on her neck, gracefully resting on her collarbone.

I dug my hands in the pockets of my hoodie and felt the now warm metal circle that I had left there after I picked it up from the ground. I examined it with hurt and shame, thinking about the time I gave it to her. We had the same ring yet hers was more worn out, a more faded metallic color.

I always made her think that things like this were things I wasn't fond of and I wasn't, but I wanted to do every cheesy thing with her that I could think of. It didn't feel cringe like it did when Nick gave me his ring. Sure it was cute but again, not my thing.

Like always, Nick and I headed to the library to hang out. Originally, it was y/n and I's spot because we loved how everyone thought of it to be the nerd's hang-out place, therefore, leaving it empty most of the time. We took advantage and stopped caring if we were called nerds.

It was a medium-sized space with a back wall filled with popular reads, and rows of short bookshelves laid out in front of said wall. There was a row of large tables with chairs to the left and to the right a row of computers used for research. I'm the middle, where I was currently seated, laid multiple sofas and bean bags for students to sit comfortably when reading or using their phones. Y/n loves to read.

Behind us were more rows of short bookshelves and private conference rooms only for use through reservations, mostly used by our peers to work on school projects or more like pretend to work on school projects. Y/n and I would use the rooms with a perfect balance of both. We worked half the hour and for the other half, we spent it trying to eat all of the food we bought covering the whole table.