Sunflower - Lilleffa x Reader

Chapter 2 : I'm to cowardly to make a stand

(A/N: sorry again for any errors!!! I suggest listening to mitski or Laufey while listening, but that's just what I listened to!!! Hope you enjoy the story!!!!!!!)

POV: y/n's

I was giving a scolding for yelling in the nurses office as I had woken up a student with a migraine, but other then that I was giving some paper towels to bring with me to class.

I thanked her and left, feeling more confused as I left. Still wrapping my head around what happend, a thought compelled me to go back to class. (Maybe the boy was there..)

But I thought against it, if I did go back I would be restless the rest of the day and not get any work done. So the most smart decision I decided was to skip class, heading to the school library which would be mainly empty by now.

But still I tried to keep myself hidden and walked quietly through the halls, ducking behind bookshelves and feeling somewhat childish.

A few thoughts about what happens to me came to mind, maybe it was just a shock from rubbing too much Cotten?

I quickly ruled that out as my mind wandered to how I felt full —complete, and more importantly seen.

My checks flushed, my hand tapping my leg as I sat down pulling some random books out about psychology. My head swiveling every so often to check my surroundings, most of the books I picked out didn't help.

Mainly about the influences of people and just emotions in general, but what they said and wrote in the book didn't seem to pair up with how I felt.

My hand brushed through my hair rubbing my face as if to rub out the stress,

"My fuckin' luck" I grumbled, I never really enjoyed reading and the more difficult it was to even slightly understood what happened stressted me more.

My hands came forth and proped my head up, I gave a rest on the books. 'Maybe I could ask my parents, or friends? Someone has to get what I mean'

I let out a audible groan, which almost lead to a scream. But I quited myself, taking a deep breath I laid my head down.

'Why am I so worked up about this?'

And if god hated me, a cough came come behind me. And I swear I have never jumped so hard, almost stumbling out of my chair while doing so.

I snapped my head to the noise, my eyes landing on a pair of slacks. And in a comical way I raised my veiw up, all the way up to the face of the teacher for history class Mr. Crooker—a class I was supposed to be in right now.

I let out a nervous chuckle and smiled, and body stiff and my mind racing. Mr. Crooker smiled back, almost genuine if it wasn't for the fact I was skipping.

"I'm so sorry—" I started to babble, but was shut down by him.

"Mr. l/n, could you explain to me why you are in the library taking a nap instead of being in my class?"

His voice just as soft as Miss. Andrew, but his eyes sharp and obviously irritated. I stutter trying  to explain myself.

"I uh—I wasn't taking a nap—I swear! I was reading and I didn't—I didn't see the time!-"

Once again I was stopped, he raised a hand I quieted. I casted my eyes to floor as he spoke, somewhat understanding what my fate will be.

"Mr. L/n could you accompany me to the office?" He asked, but I knew it wasn't even a question.

His hand rested upon my shoulder as if to be friendly, but it felt as though he was seconds away from digging his fingers into me drawinf blood. I felt my throat go dry,

I often didn't get sent to the office, it felt humiliating and childish so I tried my hardest to stay out of it. So it felt as though my world was collapsing as we walked together.

Him trying to make conversations, while I only wanted to curl up and cry.

"So, how's your school year?" His voice seemed unfair, his tone was calm and steady. But I spoke my voice was horse and uncomfortable,

"Uh—good,"

He smiled, his hand still firmly gasping my shoulder he gave me a few pats on the back.

"That's good! I also see your grades are up,"

I have a weak smile in return, as he continued to talk on and on. Giving short yet expectable answers in return. 

—

My head felt like salt being thrown on open wounds, my throat being dry and horse. Almost shutting down on itself as I struggled to answer some of Mr. Crookers questions,

I felt stupid, being upset over something like this. But everything today just felt like so much, my stomach twisted and hurt. My eyes felt dry and I was too aware of my presence, not like how that boy say me. But as if everyone's mocking me—laughing.

My breath hitched, and Mr. Crooker looked at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, and it sounded stupid. I wanted to yell about how I wasn't okay and somethinging happened today and everything's too much!—

But I only nodded, rubbing my eyes with my fingers and once more giving a weak smile.

'God how this walk felt like eternity'  I swallowed my pity and fixed myself as best I could, 'it's fine,' I would say to myself, (knowing full well I wasn't, some one tell me I'm fine please)

My eyes looked around. No one was around, students too busy in class. And most of the people probably ditching in the bathrooms,

As we passed the science classroom, the—that boy!

He walked out, holding a hallpass that was set into place after they found people use the bathroom for... non school activities.

As if I was hit, my throat clamped up. My stomach twisting so much— 'please don't look at me, why are you. Why are you here when I looked like this?—'

I thought, my body stiff again, 'maybe he won't see me!—'

His eyes locked onto mine for a second, his eyes widening as he saw me. His hair now swept behind his ears, (it felt better looking into both of them, to see his eyes—both of his eyes. I wanted to make him keep his hair that way, to put a spell on his hair so every day I could stare at them  and feel seen-)

I stopped walking with Mr. Crooker, the older man looking at me with a cocked brow. Looking between me and him, speaking of the boy. He quickly rushed away.( and it once again hurt to see him run from me and not stay a while.)

I'm sure Mr.Crooker asked me something, but I couldn't hear. My foot steps picking up again, my mind pushed back my nervousness and shame. Now filled with thoughts of him,

He felt intoxicating, 'meet him once and he's in your mind FORVER'

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't with knowing how true that was. All my thoughts starting from when I meet him till now we're mostly about him about what happened between me and him.

In a instance I felt myself snap back to normal as Mr.Crooker pulled me into his office shutting the door with a 'click!'.

He sat swiftly behind his chair, his hands proped on his own desk. A smile still plastered on his face, begrudgingly I sat down infront of him.

A slight nervousness coming back, my finger tapping against my leg.

The man infront of me sighed and chuckled before starting another conversation,

"I see you and lilleffa are getting along,"

"Lilleffa..?" I asked softly, my taping stoped for a second. In response he nodded, finally getting to the point of why he brought me here. But I could not hear.

My hand trialed to my lips, his name suited him so lovely. And it sounded even better out loud, and in a mutter I smiled.

"Lilleffa"

End chapter 2

(A/N: im pretty tried but here's the last chapter for tonight!!! Also I can't believe lileffa saw it! I hope I can write more and I hope this is up to his expectations:3)