Revenge Tastes Sweeter [SALTBURN FANFICTION]

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Y-n pov

"Felix quit it." I'm distracted by a pair of brown doe eyes. He smiles knowing I can't resist him. How could I? How could anyone resist Felix Catton.

"Give me my bag." I demand. Felix snickers at my pathetic attempt of reaching for my bag. He teases me dangling my bag above my head.

Cons of having a tall boyfriend.

"Oh come on. Is that the best you can do?" I smirk, taking up his challenge, "Fine, you've brought this upon yourself." I don't let him question me as I spring forward jabbing my fingers onto his side. Felix instantly drops my bag onto the ground as he tries and stop my hands from tickling him.

"S-stop—- y-n!" He chokes out, I let out a laugh noticing his redden face. I stop the torture and let him catch his breath.

"Y-you'll regret that later." He breathlessly says. I playfully stick my tongue out at him. Taunting him.

"Sure." I reach for the cold door knob opening the squeaky door. I slightly jump back hearing the door slam shut. Felix's hand pressed up against the wooden door in front of me. I smile feeling his head gently fall onto my shoulder, "Do you really have to go?" he whines. I turn my body towards him. His sad puppy eyes stare deeply at me, "I do. I need to get my essay fixed or else I won't pass this class."

"We'll, I can help you." I bite my bottom lip as I try not to laugh, "Felix, you hate writing essays."

"Not even!" I forget how pouty he can get at times.

"Yes even. Now if you let me go to my tutoring lesson it won't take too long for me to come back." the pouty boy finally gives in. Felix obnoxiously sighs, "Fineeee, but hurry back." he gives me a quick peck on the lips. For the second time I reach for the door knob. I successfully open the door and begin stepping out until Felix suddenly grabs onto my arm pulling me towards him, before I can protest. He slowly leans down towards my ear, "I love you." He whispers.

I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. He smiles noticing right away. We've been together for a year now and he still manages to make me nervous as hell.

"I love you too."

"I love you three." The sweet moment is cut short. I turn back to look at a smug looking Mason in front of us.

"Mason, displeasing as always." The flirty boy winks. I ignore him heading out of Felix's dorm making my way to the library.
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The library was surprisingly empty. I maneuver my way around the tall book shelf's as I try and find....

"Sorry!" I quickly cover my mouth as I realize the volume of my voice, "I'm so sorry." I instantly drop down to my knees and start collecting all of the fallen papers that scattered around the floor, "Its fine." The boy I had stupidly stumbled into let's out. He sounds annoyed, making me feel 10 times worse. I stay quiet while I try and fix all of his papers. My attention focuses onto a particular sheet with the words, English 1350, written on it.

"Ahem." The boys piercing blue eyes meet mine.

"Are you perhaps Oliver Quick?"

"... I am."

"Oh. I'm Y-n Y-l-n." I extend my arm towards him giving him my hand. His eyes flicker down towards my hand. He doesn't shake my hand right away. Unsure about what I'm saying.

"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" I awkwardly smile, "No, we'll not yet at least. I'm the person you'll be tutoring today."

"Ah, you're my 2:30 appointment?" The features around his face finally soften as he makes sense of the situation. I watch nervously as he checks the time on his watch, "It's 3 o'clock. A bit late aren't we?", we both stand back up on our feet. The hardened boy gets ahold of all of his papers and stuffs them in his leather bag.

"I'm sorry—-"

"Me too. You'll have to reschedule for another day." he tries to walk around me. I panic, clinging onto his bag.

"Please." He stops, looking at the placement of my hand. I realize what I'm doing and quickly let go of his bag, "I beg you. My essay is due this week. I need your help."

He stands quietly. I'm left feeling uneasy as his blue eyes scan my face up and down.

"Alright, I'll help you."

"Thank you." Relief washes over me.

"Oliver Quick." he extends his arm towards me. I smile taking ahold of his hand,

"It's nice to meet you, Oliver Quick."

"The pleasures all mine." He firmly squeezes my hand, "Shall we?" I follow behind him as he leads me towards one of the empty tables.

I quietly sit in my chair watching him carefully read my paper. I feel extremely tense. I hated when others read my words. Or, my opinions rather. It made me anxious.

He flips onto the final page.

"It's good." I stop holding onto my breath as I hear him finally speak.

"Really??" I'm in disbelief of his comment, "Really." He simply states.

"I would suggest you make your personal connection a bit deeper. Explain to the reader why you associate yourself so much with this character. That's all you're lacking." I make sure to jot down his notes on my notepad. A faint smile lingers over his features as he watches me.

"Is there something else you'd like to say? he snaps out of it. Looking back down at my essay.

"No. Don't worry too much. Your structure is excellent."

"Thank you, Oliver." I widely grin at him.

"Have you always struggled with making a personal connection?" I'm caught my surprise by his sudden question.

"Yes, it seems I do."

"I understand. It can be rather scary writing about our personal experiences."

"It is, scary." A small smile spreads across his face. "Don't be scared. Speak your words. The rawness is what makes an essay spectacular."

"I will try my very best."

"Mr Gillian will pass you. So don't sweat it." I furrow my brows at him in confusion, "How did you know Mr Gillian is my English teacher?" 

He awkwardly lets out a short laugh.

"I had him last year. He made us write about the same topic. I only assumed."

"I bet you passed his class with flying colors. A+ and all."

"I got lucky." He breaks eye contact as he looks off to the side behind me. I notice him getting a bit tense. He quickly starts packing up his stuff getting ready to go.

"Leaving already?"

"Was there anything else you needed help with?" His cool tone from earlier returns.

"Um, no. I suppose that was all. Thank—-" he rushes off before I can properly thank him.

Strange.

"Hey babes." I perk up at the sight of my best friends, "Have you finished? Evs and I are starving."

"Yup, I'm all done here."
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