Dangerously Close (Aris x Reader)

43) The One I Want

Aris’s P.O.V

“How come your black cat girl never joins us for breakfast?”Minho asked the second I sat down.

“She does have a name, you know? You could use it sometimes,”I suggested.

“We’d even all come to lunch just to see her,”Sonya added.

“But it makes so much sense,”Thomas defended as soon as there was a spot in the conversation.

“It makes it sound like I own her or something which is weird. I’m just as much her lover as she is mine.”

“We would call you her sunshine golden retriever, but she's never here,”Harriet shrugged.

“She likes to spend time with Mary.”

“Ooh. Age gap relationship.”

“Really, Minho? Really?”Newt sighed.

“Friendship is in fact a relationship,”Brenda shrugged.

“The point is you should make her come to breakfast.”

“I can’t make her do anything, and I don't want to. I’ll ask if she wants to,”I said firmly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

“That's right, sunshine. You fight those gender roles,”Frypan grinned.

“What does that even mean?”I asked, not sure I wanted to know.

“That we know who’s in charge in this relationship, and it is definitely not you,”Thomas clarified.

“You're all weird,”I said simply, standing up and heading to the clinic.

“You can't keep walking off from conversations!”Thomas insisted.

“I’m literally doing that right now!”I yelled back.

I love my lack of social shame sometimes. If I don't want to be there, it’s very rare to find me there. I mean yes, I do tend to shut down during basically all conflict, but that's besides the point.

Walking into the clinic, I took a seat on the bed closest to Mary and Y/N, breakfast still in hand.

“What're you doing here?”Y/N asked, wearing a slightly puzzled expression.

“People were annoying me.”

“They seem to do that often.”

“Which is why you could make it bearable? So since you weren't here for breakfast, what would you say about eating lunch with me today? They don't even have to know at this point.”

Her face scrunched up into what can only be described as distaste at the suggestion. Her eyes seemed to narrow in some kind of anger or maybe frustration. I couldn't exactly tell since she seemed to go back to normal a second later, but it was not anything positive.

“I mean I’m sure Abby is enough company for you,”She shrugged.

“She’s nice and all, but I wasn't worried about her. I was asking you.”

“You’ll be fine. Hang out with your friends and whatever.”

“They're asking about you too. Everyone wants to know you more.”

“They know plenty,”She deadpanned, her face as blank as her voice. Still, her eyes held some kind of resentment? I couldn't quite tell. The emotion was right on the tip of my tongue, but she seemed determined for me not to know.

“They want to know the actual you.”

“They have.”

“Y/N-”
“You should really leave. We’re probably going to need everything clear for when we have to help someone.”