Oh Really? (A Y/N x ROTTMNT story)

Chapter 2 [cont.]: ...New Life?

Y/n walked into the library. His ex-friend sat there, talking to his other friends about how someone was "too dramatic" and such. 'Wonder who he's talking about,' Y/n thought to himself. He then walked over and sighed. "Hey Mark, who are you talking to and about?" he asked.

"Oh, hey, Y/n," Mark said. "These are my buddies. The one in a purple fedora is Dannie, the one with the blue headband is Leonard, the slim one is Mickey and the big guy just goes by Green." Y/n raised an eyebrow. "And who were you talking about?" he asked, eyeing the other four suspiciously. "Also, aren't you four criminals or something?" Y/n asked while narrowing his eyes and pointing a finger between the four. 

"Ex-criminals," Mickey stated, then got slapped on the back of his head. "Ow!" Dannie sighed. "It was a... small mishap, we've changed," Leonard explained smoothly. Y/n still didn't trust the four. "Uh huh.. well, nice to meet you four, I guess," he stated, then walked away to find a good book to escape reality. 

Y/n was walking to school, looking down as he thought about that day. The way the library smelled of old pages and leather covers, plus the worn-out scent of flowers. Was it lavender? Lilies? It didn't matter now that he was a long way away. 'Maybe New York has a couple of libraries,' he thought to himself. Then, as he was about to get lost in his thoughts and memories again, a few rather loud and obnoxious voices were then heard, making Y/n turn his head to look at them.

"Oh come on, we're probably going to do hardcore phys ed stuff. It is a Wednesday, ya know," one of the four boys said, being decked out in blue-shaded attire. He looked more like the type to just skip school or like he was popular for something. 'Seems like a selfish prick,' Y/n thought. "Besides Miguel, you're still in 8th grade. You'll probably do something different."

'Miguel?' Y/n asked himself. 'Who names someone Miguel?' 

"Still, I don't want to do it!" The shorter one of the four responded. He had orange attire, with...bracelets and necklaces? 'That must be the so-called Miguel,' Y/n thought. "Yeah, well, glad I don't have physical education then," the one in purple said, more monotonously than the other two. "Angelo, I don't understand why you chose to do gym class instead of theater. Theater and musical theater express a lot more emotions, require more energy, and–" the purple one with glasses started, starting to use poses when he talked. 

"Boring," the blue one said, drawing out the word. "Oh please 'Nardo, not like you can do any better with your dumb-dumb public speaking," the other snapped back at him. 'Miguel-Angelo? Nardo? Oh boy...Who even are these guys??' "Leo, Donnie. Cut it out!" The bigger one of the four said, sporting red and black clothes. The one in the purple jacket adjusted his glasses and put his headphones around his neck.

"Oh, come on, Raphie, we're just having a brotherly conversation," the one called Nardo said with a smug smile. The big guy who was called Raphie rolled his eyes. "Leo, you were provokin' an argument!" he sighed. "Let's just get tuh class before we're late." Y/n then snapped back to reality and started to jog to the school, realizing it was almost time for class to start. 

Y/n was sitting on the floor of the gym for the first period. He grumbled, then started to trace circles into the ground. The coach was going through attendance. ".. Leonardo Hamato?" The coach called. A familiar voice from earlier called out, "Here, teach!" His tone was the same, level-headed yet confident. It irked Y/n for some reason. 'Leonardo, huh?' Y/n thought. 'No wonder he's a prick.'

"Y/d/n l/n?" The coach then called Y/n. Y/n raised his hand. "Here." He then heard quiet snickering from the so-called Leonardo's direction, and when he glanced, there the culprit was, snickering to himself.

'This'll be fun,' Leo thought to himself as he snickered. As soon as the coach finished calling attendance, they said to partner up. Leo cut through the crowd like butter as he made his way to Y/n. "Hey, Bonita. How do you feel about partnering up with the best in this class? I'm a pro at this game," he bragged to Y/n, winking at the end. 

Y/n rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "First off, it's bonito, thank you very much, hijo de puta*. Second, why would I want to team with a cocky person like you?" He said, giving a thin-pressed smirk and jabs a pointer finger at Leo. "Ahh, so you're–" Leo then looked shocked. "Wait, you're trans?! Holy shit..." he acted like it was the end of the world for the fruit salad of a teen. Y/n raised an eyebrow. "And? You're nothing but a gay bitch. Now, are we gonna pair or nah?" He asked. Leo shrugged. "Only if you want to, guapo~." He cooed.

"El stupido.." Y/n mumbled. "Now are you going to just stand there all self-absorbed? Or are we going to do this?" He asked. "Fine, fine. You win. Let's beat these people!" Leo responded, grinning. 

During the activity, Y/n and Leo were an unstoppable team.