𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 ꨄ | Brando de sanctis x reader

04 ; strange feelings

Strange feelings

(Brando's POV)

After school, I wait for my dad's car to drive up infront of the building. I can't get Y/N off my mind and how we made made out last night. 2 years ago I thought it would be embarrassing to be friends with a lonely girl, now I want to be her friend again.

Maybe even more than that? 

I walk over to my dad's car and sit in the passenger sit.

He doesn't even know about the party.

"Had a good day?" Asks Dad.

"Yeah."

I lean my hand against the car window and sigh. I've never felt any sort of affection to anyone except Y/N and my family.

This all feels so strange and confusing.

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When I get back home, I head up to my room and I slump myself on my bed. I don't want to let a girl get close to me, but I think I do like her alot.

Sighing, I unlock my phone and go onto instagram. I go into my blocked list and unblock Y/N.. I begin to go through her following list.

She's mostly following girls, girls from school or random celebrities.. Then there's that Fabio boy, who I see her at school with most of the time.

Aftee going through her following list, I then stalk her posts. There's a pinned photo of her at Disneyland Paris a few months ago in the summer. I zoom into her face.

So cute.

I don't know, she's pretty I guess?

And of course, there's those weird ass men commenting on the post and calling her beautiful, gorgeous and such like. Judging by their profile picture, they all look like grown men.

Disgusting.

I'm wondering I should just unblock her number and text her, but I'm too scared to even get into a real relationship, so I just have flings. I've never had any affection to any of my old flings, but I don't want Y/N to be just a fling to me..

I place my phone on my chest and sigh.

What do I really want?

Why am I really feeling sorry for her now?

I stopped being her friend and hurt her 2 years ago.

Those memories of me treating Y/N like she was nothing just makes my heart ache.

How could I be such a cruel person?

My mind then goes back to the first day of term, where I had put a bouquet of flowers in Y/N's locker. That was when I really began to feel sorry for what I had done ages ago.

I feel so fucking sorry.

The teasing, the bullying, ghosting her, I feel so damn sorry.

Tired, I place my phone on the bedside table and put it on charge. I fix up my covers a little bit and lay down, closing my eyes.