edmund pevensie: at first we were enemies (part one)

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Y/n's pov:

It was just a normal day at school, an annoying one at that. I was in class, sat in my seat as I waited for the teacher to walk in and start the lesson.

What made today annoying? More like who.

Edmund pevensie.

We have never gotten along, not ever, which is quite shocking since I'm friends with his siblings, Peter and Susan were cool, but Lucy was always my personal favorite, her bright and colorful personality, her beautiful imagination, her brave self at such a young age, her kind heart, she was a sweet thing, really.

I got along with all of the pevensies, except for Edmund, I don't know how the hatred started, we just met, and instantly disliked each other, whenever I'd come over to spend time with the others, he'd always try to start a fight with me and be a smart Alec.

It's confusing though, he's kind to everyone else at school, except for the bullies, and he defends his family and protects them all he can, so why does he hate me? I mean, yeah, I'm really good at school work, I'm a straight A student, but that can't be the reason, can it?

It doesn't really matter anyways, he hates me, I hate him, visiting at his home wasn't even the worst part, the worst part was at school, fifth period, English.

Which is where he'd make his stupid jokes and annoy me the whole period. He'd whisper in my ear, pull my hair, get me in trouble with the teacher, he sucked.

But, what I had to admit, was that he was a gorgeous sight, he was tall, had short black hair that would sometimes cover his eyes, his eyes were a gorgeous brown color, like light chocolate.

His smile was beautiful too, when he smiled I felt this fluttery feeling in my stomach, I don't like knowing that I do, though. I'm supposed to hate the boy, and I do, but it's hard, especially when the guy you hate looks... How do I explain it, hot, sexy, incredible, handsome? All of those things.

And his laugh, oh, his laugh was music to my ears, if he wasn't such a git I'd talk to him and try to make him laugh just to hear it.

Anyways, back to the present, Edmund was sitting behind me, like he usually did, Mrs cadence had just walked in, as she talked to us students about what we needed to do. I tried to listen, but the git was making it hard, he leaned his head onto my shoulder as he talked to me.

"This is quite boring, don't you think, y/n?"

"It is when you're talking, I quite like it otherwise, it makes you shut up for awhile" I reply, with a big smirk on my face.

The room goes quiet, my smirk gets bigger as I realize he's shut up.

During that whole class he didn't say anything else, which not only surprised me, but made me worry a bit too.

I didn't offend him, did i? Eh, even if I did, it shouldn't matter, he's been acting like a jerk to me ever since we met, karma is real, man. He's gotta learn that.

After class, I gathered my belongings and went to head out when I felt someone grab my wrist gently.

I turn around and see Edmund.

"Hey" he said softly.

"Hi" I reply, not knowing what he's going to say next.

He looked like he was going to say something, but he didn't.

"Um, is there something you want to say, Edmund?" I say, studying his face.

"Don't talk to me like that again, alright? And maybe we'll get along"

"Excuse me? Edmund you deserved what I said, every word, I don't know what your problem is with me, but you gotta stop acting like such an arse, because if not, I'm going to fight back, and you aren't going to like it."

"Then why haven't you?" He asked with a tone.

"Because I respect your mother and your siblings, especially Lucy, she doesn't need to see her friend and brother fighting, does she? Get your act together, Edmund. And I'll do the same."

"Fine" he replied plainly.

"Thank you" I say rolling my eyes and then walking out of the classroom

At lunch, it was packed, there were so many kids around chatting, fighting, there were couples kissing, girls squealing over boys, it was so loud in the room that I thought I'd become deaf.

I stand in line for my lunch, hoping to eat quickly and get the hell out of there, but with all the kids in front of me for the food line, it'd probably be impossible.

Someone bumped into me from behind purposely and I turn around angrily, I did not have the time, nor energy for this.

"Excuse you, there is such thing as manners" I say, but then roll my eyes as I see Edmund.

"Well, hello to you too, y/n" he said with a smirk. I turn back around, hoping he'd leave me be so I can have just a few minutes of peace. But, knowing Edmund, I knew I wouldn't get any.

"What, not going to respond?" He questioned, I could already tell that his smirk had gotten bigger.

"What do you want, Edmund? I'd like to be left alone, I'm hungry, exhausted, and I've got a bad headache, I don't need you making things worse" I say as I roll my eyes while grabbing my food that Agatha, the lunch lady had just gave to me. I looked inside the bowl and realized that she had made some pot roast today, which made me smile.

Her pot roast was incredible, I loved whenever she made it, she'd only make it once every few months though, which was incredibly disappointing.

"I'm not trying to fight with you, y/n, why can't you see that?"

"Why can't I see it? Because every day you act the same way, which means I'm used to a few certain actions of yours"

"Well, maybe I want to change" he replies, but I couldn't take him seriously.

How could I? It's Edmund pevensie.

The cocky, smart-mouthed, constant smirk wearing, hot, teenage boy.

"I highly doubt that" I respond, walking away from the food line and sitting down at a table In the back of the particularly small lunch room.

Only about one hundred kids were enrolled in this school, the rest of the population, in Finchley, went to another school, a school where only the rich went, which is actually quite relieving, since all of the rich kids are spoiled brats who can't keep their dirty mouths shut.

Edmund got his food from Agatha and came over to me quickly, making me roll my eyes in annoyance for the hundredth time today.

He sits down across from me, staring at me with a determined look on his face.

"What do you want?" I ask as i cross my arms and lean back into my chair.

"To make a deal"

End of chapter.

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