Stuck In The Middle - Darkiplier x Antisepticeye x Reader

>Loathing and Hate< 4

* At school, after the weekend and back on campus *

"See, they're barely looking at you, (Y/N)," Lillian tried to assure you. You looked around cautiously, and realized she was right. You saw people from the party, but they didn't even seem to be sparing a glance at you, either on their phones or chatting with their friends. You sigh in relief, and slouch into the stack of textbooks in your hands. Maybe today wouldn't be as bad as you thought, so you let out a small smile.

"Hey, (Y/N)," you heard behind you, an easily recognizable high-pitched voice, close to a whine. You wince and mentally scold yourself for speaking too early, and turn around slowly.

"Hi, Ashley," you managed to blurt out, doing your best to stare directly at her confidently.

"So, I was wondering... why haven't you used our gift yet? We worked so hard on it, you don't want it to go to waste, do you?" she asked innocently, batting her fake eyelashes. You give up on the futile attempts to look brave, and look down at your feet instead.

"You've had your fun, Ashley. Can't you leave me alone now?" you asked, already starting to tear up. You hated how you always cried in front of her, but it wasn't like you could help it. Lillian noticed the tears threatening to spill over, and stepped in between the two of you.

"Look, girl. If you think that she's gonna use your stupid "gift"," she made air quotes when she said gift. "then you can take the multiple lipstick containers you empty every single day, and stick them up your a-"

"I think she gets it, Lil," you stop her quickly, noticing people staring because of her sudden outburst. She backed off, and Ashley giggled.

"Yeah, yeah. Your threats don't scare me, and if you think they did, you should get your brain checked," she sneered. That's when you became angry. You didn't really care if she made fun of you, you were used to it anyways, but not your friends. You shoved the textbooks into Lillian's hands and dropped the backpack hanging off your shoulders. Ashley stepped back slightly as you storm up to her, inches away from her face. It took everything you had not to punch her in her stupid face as you calmly growled,

"I wouldn't talk to her like that. Next time you do, I'll be the one giving you a present of my own, and I'll make sure you use it."

"Y-you don't scare m-me," Ashley muttered, but you could almost taste the fear dripping from her voice. You loved it. Slowly, you grabbed your backpack and strutted away, a newfound confidence instilled in you that you haven't felt in the longest time.

* Time skip cuz I ran out of ideas :P *

At lunch, you sit outside in this courtyard with Lillian. Everything was silent except for bursts of loud laughter from a few groups around you, but the two of you were mostly silent. You were thinking deeply, and Lillian was letting you think, knowing you wouldn't take too kindly to being interrupted.

"See, you can take care of yourself just fine," she noted. You think a bit, wondering what she meant, then you remember what you did with Ashley. After that incident, the day went better than usual, making you forget all about it. You blushed, shrugging nonchalantly.

"It wasn't much," you simply said, taking a bite of the sandwich you packed for yourself. You didn't like the cafeteria food much. "She's not going to stop, you know."

"You don't know about that. I think she's scared of you now," she pointed to our left, where Ashley was sitting with the large group of kids, including Jake. Ashley glanced at you, and quickly looked away, grabbing Jake's arm tightly. You couldn't help but smirk, and turned back to Lillian, and you smiled at her slyly.

"Just a bit. Maybe." You allowed yourself a little ray of hope that they might leave you alone now. Then you remembered the last time you thought something like that, Ashley came by.

"Mind if I sit here?" someone asked, and you internally groaned, then realized it wasn't a girl's voice. In fact, the voice had a light accent, maybe Swedish or... Scottish? Maybe?

"Sure, the more, the merrier," Lillian smiled, moving over so the man could join our little circle. He smiled, sitting down, and you glance at him, realizing he looked familiar. He had dark green hair at the top, dyed, with what looked like his natural chestnut brown hair at the sides. He had ocean blue eyes, and was wearing a blue t-shirt and black ripped jeans. He looked so confident with himself, a smirk playing on his lips like he was too good for us.

"Who are you?" you growled with contempt. He was about to answer, when Lillian cut in.

"I'm sure he's a friend!" she grinned widely, glancing at him before turning back to me. He shrugged and smirked, which made you angrier.

"You got the wrong group," you spat, nodding over to Ashley's group and her posse. "I think they're looking for more male models, you'd fit right in."

"Male models?" he asked, chuckling. You blushed, realizing what you just said, and looked down before he could notice.

"I meant Ashley over there is looking for another boyfriend to cheat on. Care to say hi and get out of my face?" you growled, correcting your fumble before the familiar man could say anything else. He raised his eyebrows, surprised, and you roll your eyes, getting up. Has this guy never seen anyone talk to him like that? Did he think I would goggle over him like other girls? "I think I lost my appetite, Lillian. I'm gonna head to our room, I don't have any more classes for the rest of the day. I'll see you later," you excused yourself, and stormed away, a sick feeling in your stomach at the thought of him, flashing back to the party, then the man last night, then Jake. You ignore all attempts of your friend trying to get you back, and the snickers and muttering surrounding you, seeming to get closer with every step you take. You're so grounded into your thoughts that you didn't even notice the shadow-like figure staring at you with a small smile on his lips, nor the green-haired man glaring at the shadow with loathing and hate.