Printer Boy (Connor Murphy x Fem!Reader)

14. Miguel

A/N:

 im sorry i need spice.

Reader's POV

I pulled up to school with a smile. I never smile coming to school because like.. why would I? (It's fucking school my dude who fucking likes school?) But today was different. Because today I wouldn't have to hide my feelings for Connor, I wouldn't have to look away when he grazes my hand with his to hide my burning face, I wouldn't have to pretend that it didn't make my heart race whenever he waited for me at my locker. 

I shut the engine off and got out, slamming the door behind me as if to greet the freezing wind which flooded over me like brr chilly!! 🥶  (this is editing me i wrote part of this when i was stoned but this is funny as shit so its staying here) 

As I neared the school, I spotted Connor, but just as I called out to him, I noticed he wasn't alone. He was with a boy. A boy with a very noticable mole on the back of his neck. A boy who he looked at with such a tender gaze that I couldn't even remember if he'd ever looked at me like that. Connor's cheeks were red, but whether that was from the cold, or from the boy, I couldn't tell. My heart sank.

Fuck. I think as the other boy reaches for his hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He grabs his hand. FUCK. I'm frozen, watching the other boy lean in, and plant a kiss on Connor's lips. I feel my eyes sting with tears as I sprint past them, taking refuge in the nearest girls' bathroom.

As soon as the door to the stall locks I crumple to the floor, sobbing. Fuck, Y/n.. I think, it's not like he's your boyfriend or anything. I try to choke the tears back, I'm not even worthy of crying over him. He's not my property. Nonetheless, the tears pour out of me, flowing from my endless ocean of betrayal and jealousy.

"Fuck you, Connor." I whisper.

Connor's POV

I push him away gently as his lips meet mine.

"Uh.. I'm sorry, Miguel." I say quietly, "You missed your chance. I.. met someone else." Miguel's face falls.

"I thought.. I thought you would wait for me." He mutters. I smile sadly.

"I don't think it's fair for you to ask that of me." I pry his hand off of mine and start to climb the school stairs. I won't admit it, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that maybe Miguel always asked too much of me. Expected me to live for him and only for him, when in reality, all I wanted was to be my own person. Y/n doesn't do that. She's just.. subtle, and perfect, and real.

A/N

MY BAD YALL I NEED THE DRAMAAA

also love canon miguel but for story purposes hes a toxic dick <3

pls vote pookers i had to edit so much (i hate myself 😘)

-Vale