𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ᡣ𐭩 𝐛.𝐳 (𝟐/𝟐)

"dont talk to strangers
or you might, fall in love."

duo povs

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

!blaise pov!

She's everywhere.

Everywhere I look, I see her. I smell her perfume and I feel her presence.

I sigh, digging my head in my hands as spon as I sit down at my seat, Y/n right next to me with a smile as she talks to one of her friends.

That smile.

I miss when it was for me.

But, I know and hate that this is all my fault. Hear me out.

I had just started being friends with Malfoy and his group, and they were just... not my crowd.

But they're also exactly what I needed to get ahead in this school. Exactly the type of people my family want me to get along with.

But the one and only thing that made me want to rip their teeth apart, was when they started talking about the girls in this school.

When they started talking shit about Y/n. Calling her all sorts of disgusting names.

She was a very gorgeous girl, yes. But some of the things they were saying completely objectified her.

They started betting on her, talking about how someone from our group needed to get to know her.

So when she came up to me, there was no way I was showing them that I know and love her.

Love her.

It's only hit me now. The feeling and pull I have toward her. How hearing her voice makes me have a strange feeling in my stomach.

The feeling I get when seeing her walk into class, making everything feel lighter.

But I know that they would just try to use me. To use her.

But still, the guilt of humiliating her eats away at me... and I still don't know if I did the wrong thing.

!y/n pov!

I sit down on my seat next to Blaise, careful not to make eye contact as I feel him glance at me.

Class has been so boring lately without my usual talking buddy, the usual laughs and secret giggles.

I'll get over him, but the longing is always there. The longing to ask what went wrong.

Why would he humiliate me like that in front of his friends? It was so extremely uncalled for and even worse, we haven't talked ever since.

Maybe he's just ashamed. I feel it. I feel the awkward tension in the little space between us everyday.

There has to be a reason why he did this.

Fuck, Y/n. Why does this even bother you so much? ; I don't know.

•

I walk to the library, tired after a long day. Nothing much happened, but classes suck.

I hold in my sigh when I see Blaise and his friends there also, taking up two  tables.