Garroth's POV
Memories came flooding back to me. "(f/n), you don't understand, we have to be careful! It was-" She cut me off with, "Zane. It was Zane. I know." How did she know that? "Did you see?" I ask. She shook her head. "He confessed when he heard what happened.. he was so guilty." She explained. "Did you forgive him?" I ask quietly. "No. I sent him out of my room. He tried to kill you, Garroth!" She raised her voice. "I understand that, but it was Sasha. She manipulated him." I said. "Garroth... why are our lives so... unusual?" (f/n) asked sadly. "Because.. Irene wants to put us through hell so we can make it to heaven." I whispered into her ear. She put a hand on my cheek. "I love you, Garroth." She replied. "I love you, too." (A/N: THE FEELS. HGSREFDJSJUGDED)
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We walked home from the pond in silence. "What happened to your father?" (f/n) asked. "I.. don't know. He moved out, I guess." I answered. "How do you know?" She asked. "Because.. I went back there. There were a couple boxes here and there, but everything else is gone." I said. She nodded next to me. Only now did I notice she was wearing my hoodie. I smiled to myself. "Why're you so happy?" She grinned. "You're wearing my hoodie." I smirked. "Right, here you go, you can have it back." she said, taking it off. "No, it looks better on you anyway." I smiled. "I know. I look sweggy." I laughed at her comment, and she laughed too. "I missed this." She finally said. "Me too." I replied as we walked into her apartment.
"What's this?" I asked, noticing a small note on the table. "I don't know.." She said looking at it. I read it aloud.
"Dear (f/n), and Garroth if you remember.. I was the reason why this happened. I tried to kill you. And I would've if I was as good at combat as you, Garroth. And I want you guys to know, you HAVE to watch out. Never be alone, and make sure you are ready to throw a punch at ALL times. Your lives are both in serious danger. I've only made it worse, so I've run away. I beg you not to come after me. So *Tear smudge* please.. I love you, Garroth. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me, but if I were you I wouldn't. I love you guys, and I hope you know that. Zane."
Guilt filled my chest and a single tear dropped from my eye. "Garroth.." (f/n) whispered, placing a hand on my back. "I-I'm fine.. I just.," I sigh, "We need to get you trained." She gives me a look of confusion. "Excuse me, but, trained?" She asked. I nod. "And we're starting tomorrow morning. "But, Garroth, we have school!" She reasoned. "Your life is in danger. You saw what Zane said. No offense, but you don't know a whole lot about combat, so we have to train." I said sharply. "Fine."
Then we went to sleep.
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Your POV
Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead as I conditioned. "Alright, now for actual combat." Garroth's voice said. "Can I have a break?" I asked. "Water break." He replied. I got up and walked to my water bottle.
"First, we work on defense. If someone were to try and punch you like this-" He pretended to punch me in slow motion. Without meaning to, I put my hand up close to my neck, so my elbow and forearm blocked the "blow". "Wow, so maybe you do know a little something." Garroth smirked. "I didn't even mean to do that!" I laughed. "Now, if you can, you can swipe a at their ankles kick to knock them over, but that's a risky move." Garroth explained.
MUCH COMBAT LATER
I was in front of a training dumbie. I threw a punch at it, hitting where the jaw would be. I then kicked it where the ribs would be, immediately punching it in the neck. Then I threw I kick sideways so it hit it in the arm, breaking the dumbie off. "That was my last one." Garroth said. "Then.. let's fight." I suggested. "I don't think that's a ver-" "Why not?" I interrupted. "I don't want to hurt you." He said. "And? Who said you would win?" I asked. "You aren't finished training yet!" He said. "I don't care, come on. Please?" "Fine." He gave in. I smiled, and we got into a makeshift fighting ring.

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Hidden In High School ~ (Garroth x Reader)
FanfictionHighschool is hard enough as it is. Homework, tests, higher expectations, stress. But it's even harder for you. Your favorite person in the world was shot in front of you just before, and your mother is always drunk and never around. But what are yo...