Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.3) Anthrōpophagus

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2nd period

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     I'm seated down, Biology class, next to my seating partner, I forgot his name... It's similar to Tatum's... Perhaps Tate? I've known him... For about a year now, well, never really formally spoke, but we've heard each other talk and listened in a larger group.

     I yawn before planting my head on my arms and closing my eyes waiting for the supposed substitute. I feel the urge to turn my head and look at my lab partner, something was off about him, body language told me he had an anxiety disorder of some kind, maybe bipolar. His eyes seemed to twitch with the florescent lights, I understood him on that length... Florescent lights are just now coming into style rather than natural window light, it quite burned my eyes too. He had messy blonde hair, with beautiful chocolate eyes. I've seen him before other than this class..... I couldn't put my finger on it... More like I didn't want to.

     "Group therapy." a voice said, it took me a few seconds to register what he said, it was like he read my mind, yes..

     "Group therapy? I never really participate too much... To me it's not their business, I'd rather have individual therapy. All I do is get stuff out, none of it's really secrets. Therapy is to get better. How does one get better when they are already aware of what's wrong with them to some degree?" I say, tilting my head slightly while sitting up.

     Him glancing at me through his peripheral vision, he smirked before turning to face me.
Damn, His eyes.... They're so sad.... I have seen him somewhere before, other than group therapy ...ah that's right.

     "I remember that one time you jumped some jocks for me." He said calmly before smiling, it held semblance to him, those jocks were not only bothering him but I had heard that they date raped some girls and was going around jumping other students, not a teacher was doing anything about it.. So I served some criminal justice.

     "You know I've been trying to talk to you ever since you joined the whole therapy cult thing, but you always seemed in your own world, always drawing or ignoring everyone, what music do you hum to yourself other than metal? I heard what sounded like classical at one point." He whispered before leaning into my ear.

     "Were you trying to ignore me all that time, even as I sat next to you,~? That didn't last, what... A year and a half?" he said the last part with a lot of sarcasm.

     I rub the back of my neck and quietly apologize. "Sorry, I don't pay attention to my surroundings, I listen though." I replied. I listen... Heavily, people assume because you aren't paying attention that you aren't gaining intel.

     "Nah it's whatever, I would've gotten you to talk to me eventually, I've been keeping my eye on you for a while." 'Yeah, definitely a while..' he thought. "Tate Langdon, wonderful to actually, finally meet you. And You are?" He asked even though he already knew her name.

     I sit up more and smile politely at the blonde. "(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n), pleasure to finally meet you as well, Blondie. You probably already knew my name anyways." I said already striking up a nickname, Blondie, maybe he knew semblance to the band? He quirks his brow and chuckles, but then switching his glance to the front of the room, me doing the same as a man walks in. Assuming it's the sub. But as the man walks in, I feel a pang in the back of my head, and then my eyes go wide.