His Eyes (Bully! Iceland X Bullied! Reader) Discontinued

Remembering

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS CHAPTER IS RECOVERING FROM TECHNICAL DIFFICULTYS AND NOTHING TOO IMPORTANT IS IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU MAY MOVE ON TO THE NEXT.

Just hold the ball in your hand and throw it torwards me as hard as you can,Don't hold back on me sweet
heart" Allen smirked as he hit his bat on the home plate.

"Okay, but don't cry if you strike out" I smirked as well and wound the ball up...and threw it.

Seconds later I find Allen on the ground groaning and holding his crotch "H-how could you, I thought we had something special .

Laughter roared from the bleachers "Good job (Y-n)!" Matt cheered me on while Francois was clapping.

I ran over to Allen and knelt beside him "I'm s-sorry" I snicker "I'm fine but I can count children goodbye" he moans again holding out a hand.

I grabbed his hand and and pulled him up to his feet "thanks sweet heart" he flashed a smile and for a moment I seen Allen only it wasn't Allen.

It was a person with blonde hair and sky blue eyes and he was wearing a bomber jacket that was a lighter brown then Allens and instead of sunglasses he was wearing normal everyday glasses, I felt like I knew this person but I had no memory of them.

"Hey, hey (y-n)!" Matt was snapping his fingers in front of my face "Sorry" I mumbled, Matt stared at me through his sun glasses but then looked away "You seem really out of it it, are you coming down with a cold or something " Matt grumbled,I chuckled "No im fine don't worry about it, I'm just a bit tired " I rub my eyes as I got up "Let's just go back to the house " I say as I start to walk back to the house.

When I opened the front door to the house a wave of a sweet aroma hit my nose "Oliver is baking again" Francois sighed as he acknowledged my facial expressions and started to clime the stairs torwards his room.

I tiptoed torwards the kitchen and saw a array of pre-frosted cupcakes out to cool on the counter, I quietly snuck my way into the kitchen and dove behind the counter of which the cupcakes were placed. I reached my hand up blindly and aimlessly flung my hand back and forth trying to grab the still warm cake.

I felt something swiftly hit my hand and a stinging pain shot through my knuckles, I retreated my hand to my chest and let out a yelp in pain "Not until you eat (Y-n)" Olivers preppy voice rung through the kitchen in a sigh "Just one isn't going to spoil my appetite" I said trying to be convincing but by the look on his face showed that he wasn't buying it.