The Key to My Heart | ꜰ!ᴄʀᴜꜱʜxꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

analog horror

Y/N POV

I ran to room 209, my homeroom, and the work room for the after school robotics club! I'm feeling pretty good today, until Sol caught my eye while coming in. He is–to be honest–a nice guy who just had gotten the wrong influences. I, deep down, felt a little bad for him.
Sol huffed and waited a few moments before coming into room 209. C/N and Renee were already here. One of our mentors in grade 9, her name is Angela, gave a little suspicious eye raise at the sight of me and Sol. Another one of our mentors, Maryam, walked in a few minutes later.

"So, how is everyone?" Angela tried small talk, I shrugged.
C/N said "Well, uh, who's going to work on the robot part and who is going to work on the research part today?". I usually do the research part with Renee and C/N, so I await the other responses from others.
Sol huffed in annoyance, "I'm doing the robot part today, no way am I going to work with Y/N again!"
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" I responded, hurt and angry. "You were the ones that started all of this!" BY/N, Sol, Ethan Hong, and Catherine Brooks. Staring at me, whispering with their hands cupped around their mouths.
"So what if we did?! I can work apart from you for a day!" Sol shouted.
"You hit me!" I shouted back,
"You left us! You don't kn-"
"I know well enough that you don't care!" Y/n yelled, face turning red from anger.

Sol ran over to attempt to hit y/n again, but Angela stopped him, "I don't know whats going on, but you two better stop before me and Maryam call T/N!" Sol stopped and ran to the next room instead, but then quickly ran back and flashed Y/N the middle finger.

Y/n sighed and pretty much deflated, all energy gone.

"Hey Y/N? Are you okay?"

"Y/N?"

I didn't want to respond, but then I felt tears running down my cheeks. C/N's gaze was still on me. Then, I opened my laptop and started to work.

C/N POV

After Sol ran out, he sent y/n the middle finger.

Y/N started crying.

Sol knew all of her weak points. ugh, sometimes I really despise that brunet. I glanced at y/n again, she really is oblivious. I once stared at her for two straight minutes, and she didn't even notice.

I looked at y/n again. This time she was already looking at me. Oops. I felt my cheeks tingle, so I quickly looked away and opened my computer to distract y/n from my blushing cheeks. My computer desktop was full of pictures of Billy, my cat and supposed crush. At least that's what I told her.
Then I started to research, find reliable sources and procrastinated when Angela and Maryam weren't looking, hehe.

Before we knew it, another day had gone by.

I had gotten home feeling bad for y/n, so; in all fairness, I sent her a email.

[to: y/n/ln.gmail.com]

message: no title

hi y/n

I hope you're okay 😓 that was pretty bad..

nevertheless im finding you tmrw 👹👹 im bringing lauren grawh

also, you forgot to tell Em that we have robotics today, so you couldn't go to starbucks lol

c/n

[send] >[delete]<

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I inhaled and exhaled, no way am I sending Y/N that!! How about I send her a funny video? That's much better!

[to: y/n/ln.gmail.com]

message: children

>[send]< [delete]

sent. undo

First edited on 8/26/24. Originally published on Jul 13, 2023.