Vicem Alteram [Various PDH x f!reader]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx

Alternative Title: Girl you are cray cray...I fuck with that but not when you make it my friends problem. Oh and why is everybody and their mom obsessed with a blonde guy?

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Was it too late to just drop out and get a simple GED? It wouldn't be that hard...plus any material needs you had could easily be satiated with money. Humming wistfully over the idea of calling it quits and just living life as a recluse instead of doing anything else, you accidentally bump into someone on the sidewalk. Stumbling back a couple paces, you quickly flatten your hands on your chest and brush down in order to straighten out the onslaught of miniscule wrinkles in your shirt.

"Sorr-"

"Watch where you're goi-... Oh it's you," The voice sounds far from pleased, and when you glance into familiar turquoise eyes you can't help but feel your shoulders slump. Ivy tapped one pristine shoe impatiently down atop the gritty surface of the pavement, it's a relatively sunny day, and a pleasant breeze drags tenderly at her tresses. Although pissed she seemed to be contemplating over something as she angrily bore down on your form. Shifting awkwardly from side to side, she narrows her eyes into thin slits, before raising a finger to point condemningly at you. Lips frowning the female spoke, and as she did so you couldn't help but notice that her gaggle of friends wasn't with her at the moment.

"You weren't serious right," Huh? Blinking at her for a moment her once irritated expression was now pulled into one of utter bafflement, however her stare alone was just as tense as it was when she first recognized you. You swallow thickly, desperately pulling from all corners of your brain to figure out what she meant, but it seemed your silence only made her patience even more strained. Huffing at you as if you were the very thing plaguing her existence she rolled her eyes with a dramatic flourish and she raised her fingers as if to inspect her nails.

"Let me rephrase since you're probably too dumb to understand, you weren't serious about Gar-Gar were you?" That's what bothered her from your what... a two minute interaction that happened at least fifteen hours ago? You probably should take offense to the fact she's basically saying you're dumb as a box of rocks, but you couldn't care less, instead a sly grin curved your cheeks. Did something you said offhanded really bother her that much?

"Ooo it almost sounds like you couldn't get me out of your mind..." Trailing off purposely you can only watch in barely concealed amusement as she absorbs your words. It takes a second for her to properly compute what exactly you were hinting at, but the moment she did she was off like a firecracker. Almost brazenly she leaned into your face, her ragged breath mingled with your lax ones. Her reddish brows were dipped as low as possible as she began to sputter out an unintelligible warble that you couldn't even be payed to understand.

"Ugh! You- Absolutely, No! That is so not true, in fact you'd have to catch me dead in a ditch before I even entertained you and your tacky self in my mind for even a second," Questioningly you raise a brow as if to prompt her into explaining what she meant by tacky. But it seems you wouldn't need to say anything as her little rant continued.

"Like who even wears paracord anymore, no one, and white and red– really, what a corny combo," She paused in order to take a deep breath, probably to give her a second wind to insult you some more. Instead though she finally notices how close her face is to yours. Her cheeks practically gleam under the sunlight as she backpedals, irises shrinking as her mouth gaped open and closed uselessly. You just try not to giggle at her expense. Whether she is red in the face due to anger, embarrassment, or even something else entirely she doesn't get the chance to spin another verbal punch.