You're My Enemy...Right? [Scaramouche x FEM! Reader]

~Inbetween Two pt. 2~ Chapter 34

Y/n's POV

Scara was staring at me with content. It made me so confused... I almost could bring my gaze to meet his. It was so unfamiliar and I didn't know what to do about it. It was a bit softer than how he usually looked at me and others. He was probably just zoning out. "Hey, is there something on me...?", I said in a hesitant demeanor.

"No.", Scara replied, still staring.

Nodding, I became just more awkward. I felt like I couldn't ignore it, but I had to try my best to do so. I turned towards Lola and she was showing Thoma loads of makeup on her phone. Thoma was giving her his full attention. I had no real hope to be saved, but I guess this made up for Lola interrupting Scara earlier. My gaze met Scara's again. He was right in front of me as we waited in the line. I decided to start a conversation "So... What is your favorite Icecream?", was all that could come to mind in the moment.

"Cherry chocolate chunk, usually.", He replied, almost right after I spoke.

It was very clear that he wasn't zoning out. He was fully engaged with the world around him. That was almost scary to me. I don't know why it was so... Nerve-wrecking to see him staring at me. My lips curled into an awkward smile. "I also like that flavor. It's very good."

Scara nodded, his lips parting to speak. He said, "I forgot my wallet."

I almost laughed, then I realized I would have to buy some for him. I nodded at that, almost feeling relieved. I just convinced myself that that was the reason for staring at me. "I'll pay for you, but you owe me.", I sighed into words.

I then focused on ignoring Scara's stare, and I just waited patiently for the line to end.

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Eventually, the line was over, and we were all staring at the flavors. I saw a flavor I just needed to try, that sounded... AMAZING. Scara ended up doing a strawberry shortcake something, while Thoms and Lola were trying cookies n cream.

I was very satisfied with the look of the Icecream, but holy crap, it was cold to hold in my hands. It was like my skin was IT'S icepack and it just kept getting colder and colder within my grip. In the chilly weather too, which was... I felt like Frosty the snowman.

I just let my hands turn numb while holding my ice cream, as we all walked out of the parlor. It was so cold outside... Much worse than earlier. Sighing once more, I started to eat my ice cream. It tasted amazing... When I could actually taste anything. Still good though, I suppose.

Lola was dressed for the North Pole, so she didn't wat an eye, while Thoma was dressed with a simple hoodie. Scara.... Also a hoodie, but he was biting into his ice cream. I was astonished, flabbergasted, I felt PAIN in MY teeth just by watching him sink his teeth into his ice cream, and have no reaction. Moreover, I was definitely disturbed.... By the pain I felt from watching him eat, to his standards, NORMAL.

I eventually ate the cone, and then I instantly headed to shove my hands in pockets. It felt just colder to the senses still left in my hands. I decided to just ignore that, as well.

I waited for everybody else to eat. Lola was the slowest. We were all sitting on a park bench. My side was pressed up against Scara's arm, which in complete honesty, felt nice to my cold body. Thoma seemed to notice me being cold, so he scooted closer to me as well. It felt nice again, but it was awkward as well. My shoulders felt the most tension compared to everything though.

Scara looked up at Thoma, and gently brought his clothed arms around my waist, pulling me towards him. I was definitely caught off guard by his actions, but my cold body screamed with joy. I could definitely feel how friendly Scara and Thoma were together... Ha ha ...  Scara's arms were now both wrapped around my waist, and even slid his hands in my pockets, meeting my very cold hands. I felt his breath on my neck, but it was warm. Lola didn't even seem to notice.

Scara's lips were almost against my neck as they moved to form words. "My hands are cold...", he practically whispered right into my ear, yet he was staring at Thoma.

Thoma definitely probably felt compelled to do something, but I didn't mind what Scara was doing. His hands were actually... Warm? Didn't he just say they were col- Scara's hands met mine while being squeezed in my pockets.

Thoma looked at me and Scara, then right back at me. He was trying to find a reason to do something about this, but couldn't. I was fine with it, Scara was fine with it. Thoma let out a small sigh, and looked over to Lola instead. I honestly felt bad. I felt like I did something wrong, yet I didn't do anything. Hell- I didn't even speak.

All of us were still waiting for Lola to take her sweet time eating the ice cream, worshipping it by savoring it over and over.... It was a really long wait, and the cold air didn't help rush Lola either.

I sat back slightly to remember that Scara was right behind me. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable by being right against his chest, so I tried to move, but soon realized that his hands were holding me in place.