The Bad Boy Has A Secret

Chapter 12- Yet another reason

Damian---

(Note- Y/N's eyes are now hazel not blue)

What the fuck.

"Creep!" Y/N appropriately screams, deleting the pictures fast before I could even comment on them. Her eyes linger on one specific photo in particular. In it, we're super close to each other, her leaning towards me.

I remember that moment. I wanted nothing more than to close the space between us, for our lips to meet.

She presses the 'bin', her expression hard to read right now.

I wonder how she feels.

About me.

About today.

I've given her a hell of a hard time. I hadn't received that kind of reaction before- where a girl would refuse the chance to go out with me. That probably sounds- arrogant? But it's true.

Everything was a fucking terrible rollercoaster- one that only made me realise I was wrong in my- approach- when her life was on thin ice.

I'm in love with Y/N. I want her to forgive me completely. I think she'd understand me more if I told her about myself and my history. Even if it involves talking about..

Y/N turns to face me. "What do you wanna do with this camera? I'd throw it away, but it's a decent model, so that would be wasting." I pause for a second to consider. "Let's keep it. If anything, we could use whatever's in the rest of the gallery as blackma-" I stop myself. My second use of blackmail. I don't want her to believe I do this regularly. "Uh-"

Her sweet laugh soothes my concern. "Elliot's already proven himself to be deserving of blackmail. In this situation," she pretends to cough, eyeing me directly. Then her hazel gaze softens. "Let's use it."

Her grin lights up mine, infectious and beautiful. She should smile more- but let's be honest, when you're in high school, in the UK- it kills your spirits a little bit. What raises mine is her scent, not a deadly, potent one. She smells of flowers, some sort which I cannot remember for the life of me, but one that I can recognise. Though from where, I don't know. Also, almost all flowers have complicated names.

Her lips part as if to speak, when drops of water begin to fall and land on our heads. I groan.

She stares at me blankly, picking up on my guilty face. "You didn't bring an umbrella. I told you mine's currently broken when we met up."

Well, if I did remember to bring an umbrella, I wouldn't have been able to do-

This.

Butterflies wreak chaos in my stomach. I slip my jacket off and cover Y/N's hair with the hood, wrapping the rest of the jacket around her as best as I could. She clutches the shoulders of the fabric to bring it closer round her. My heart won't keep still at all. I steal a glance at her before she covers her face and notice her blush, which doesn't help mine. For not the first time today, we're in absolute awkward silence.

"Thank you." she mumbles in a small voice. "No problem." I shrug quietly. "Would you like me to- walk you home?"

I'm probably pushing my luck here- but I give it a go anyways. To my surprise,

"Sure- but not all the way to my house. We'll stop at Hayfield Crescent."

Fair enough. "I'll take that." I say grinning. Instinctively, I reach for her hand with mine, but quickly retract it, grabbing the air instead.

After just barely managing to fit Elliot's camera into her jean pocket, she takes the first step out the forest border and back into city pavement, where crunchy leaves blend into stone bricks. I follow, right beside her, hissing internally when a raindrop aims itself to land perfectly onto my eye. Better me than her though.

Silvertree Cafe is close to closing now, and Y/N conveniently checks the time on her phone. 19:36. She shoves it back in the other jean pocket.

"So," she begins, her tone self-conscious. "I'll get to the point. How did you find out about my old gacha channel?"

I surpress a cackle. "Well, it was multiple little clues that led me to it. I'm already kinda familiar with your channel. My younger cousin was obsessed, many years ago, and was always very intent on making me watch your videos with her. The backgrounds in a few of the GLMMs are identical to areas of this city, and you would always include the local children's park for some reason."

"Your main oc, which I'm assuming was a direct self-insert, had your name, and a trinket just like your backpack's keychain- a sparkly leaf. You weren't very smart when it came to not disclosing your private life on the internet, were you?" I smirk, chuckling. She rolls her eyes, as if that will mask the embarrassment radiating from her.

"The final piece of the puzzle was when some classmates were discussing old cringe gacha videos, and you tensed up in your seat, blinking rapidly whilst staring hard at the desk. Very suspicious, isn't it? They hadn't mentioned you or your channel specifically, yet you still reacted like that. That's, how I came to my conclusion."

Y/N's lips break into a smile. "Okay Sherlock Holmes. Why can't you apply this intelligence to school?"

"Hey, I'm street-smart not school-smart like you." We laugh together, her almost walking into a pole in the process. We only start dying even more, re-enacting the scene over and over as if actors in a play.

Lampposts line the streets, reaching for the clouds that rolled above. Though slight awkwardness lined our conversations, we end up discussing topics like our opinions on teachers, our favorite cake flavour and if the rain would ever cease its pesky downpour. Making sure to relish the journey with her, I tried my best to fuel the talk with frequent contribution on my side. What surprised me was her willingness to have a casual talk and contribute back. I don't really remember a time where a girl genuinely wanted to talk with me, not because she wanted something from me in the end- It kinda hits hard.

I don't think I need yet another reason to fall in love with Y/N.