Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Bad For You (Part 1)

Aris’s P.O.V

Y/N and I have a sort of difficult sort of natural friendship. Natural because we just seem to click. It's like I could just look at her, and she would know what I was thinking, and vice versa. I mean she could just glance at me and know exactly what I was feeling, and I swear that I could do the same.

Difficult because she works for WCKD, and I don't. I hate them with a passion, but I just can't see her as them. I mean I did at first, when I was just supposed to be helping her study so she wouldn't tell on me for being inside of the vents. What was supposed to be blackmail though, turned into a friendship I wouldn't trade for anything the world has to offer.

Complex. Her and I are complex. I just know if we saw this from someone else's point of view, it would be off-putting.

It's us though. It's us so it makes sense.

Now I spend so much time with her, I may as well see her bed more than my own. Even if it was just reading in silence or talking until we couldn't keep our eyes open, these nights were something that meant so much to both of us.

Somehow, I found myself admiring her, looking up to her, and falling in love with her. I just don't see her as WCKD. I see her as her. I see her as Y/N.

Every single time I’m next to her, I push all of those feelings down. I keep myself in denial. Even now, as I'm just gazing at her like she's the only person to exist, I keep lying to myself and saying it's nothing.

Looking at her, at her hair falling slightly over her eyes, I tried to figure out how to get my breath back as she focused on her work. While I had a book out I stopped caring about that story a long time ago as I found someone actually worth observing right in front of me. I basically made sure every last detail of her burned into my mind, as if I would ever need that. As if there would ever be a time I would need to know the exact shade and length of her hair, or her uneven nails that she bit when she was nervous, or the way she stopped and looked at the wall for a moment when she was lost, or the scars by her neck from when she had “stepped out of line”. As if I would ever have to explain all those little things I notice about her that I shouldn't.

WCKD worker. She's a worker, and I’m a subject. She's a worker, and I’m a subject. She's a worker, and I’m a subject.

I was just here to help her study, which I did. She learned the material months ago so why am I sitting on her bed? Why am I dreaming about something I shouldn't? About something that will never happen? There is no romantic chance of us so why am I pretending there could be?

Looking up at me, she gave me a small smile before asking if I was okay. Only managing to nod my head, I tried to figure out what to say now, if I even had anything worth saying.

“Are you sure? You look off?”

“I’m sure,”I lied, not meeting her eyes.

“Is something on your mind then? You’ve been pretty quiet,”She pointed out, turning me to face her and making my heart beat in my ears.

I didn't think. Not really. I just knew that she was touching me and right there. She's not even three inches away, and it was killing me. It was destroying every part of me.

So I didn't use any sort of logic whatsoever as I leaned over and kissed her, for just a moment discovering just how soft her lips truly were.

Instantly pushing me back, she glared at me as I opened my eyes.

“I thought we were friends?”She scowled, making my face turn red.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. You were just close, and I really like you, and I really thought that you liked me back. I’m sor-”
“Shut up. I can't believe it. I finally had a friend, my very first friend, and that doesn't even work. Because he kisses me. What the hell is wrong with you, Aris?”She snapped.

“I’m sorry,”I repeated.

“Save it. Just get out of my room.”

“Y/N, I-”
“Get the hell out of here! Just go before I make you!”She yelled, pointing at her door.

“I’m sorry. I can't help how I feel.”

“Well, you can hide it. I don't like you like that. I don't even know if I like you at all after this.”

“Y/N-”
“Get out of my room!”She screamed, pulling my arm and forcing me up. Dragging me to the door, she shoved me through before slamming it in my face.

“Y/N? Please? I’m sorry,”I begged, repeatedly knocking on her door.

“Well, I’m not. Leave me alone.”

“Please lovely? I just-”
“You're not allowed to call me that anymore. Go away, and don't you ever come back,”She repeated.

Staring at the closed door, I just closed my eyes before sliding against it. Leaning my head back, I kept asking myself how I could be so stupid as tears fell from my eyes.

She hates me.

I love her, and she hates me.