Enoch O'Connor X Reader

Chapter 7: Impolite

Dinner is hard to force down when you're feeling like your going to throw up the butterflies in your stomach. I can't tell if they're good or bad; all that matters now is that it's almost movie time, and therefore it's almost time for me and Enoch's "consequence". Now that I think about it, why exactly is she punishing us? Kissing obviously isn't breaking the rules if she's allowing it in our discipline. My thoughts are cut off by her loud voice.

"Children, tonight movie night will have to be cut a bit short, for y/n and Enoch would like to demonstrate the lovely skills that they've been secretly practicing."

Me and Enoch glance at each other.

Are you ready for this, Enoch?

I suppose I don't have a choice.

All of the younger children eagerly look at us, as if we are going to perform a circus act or something of the likes. Hugh has a look of "I'm sorry!" on his face. I'm supposing that Millard's is the same, but I can't tell, for obvious reasons.

I feel like dying right now.

Enoch and I walk into the parlor, taking our time as to perhaps wait for some unexpected interruption. It never happens, and we reach the sofa area as everyone stares at us in anticipation and wonder.

We stand uncomfortably next to each other, awaiting the headmistress' next instructions.

"Go on then. The quicker you finish the quicker we can get to movie time."

I awkwardly look at him.

I don't think I can do this.

Listen, it'll be over soon. There's no getting around it. Just focus on me, y/n. Pretend they aren't looking.

That's a bit hard when they're boring holes through my skull with their gazes!

It's okay, just..

He trails off, placing his hand on my cheek. I can feel the tension of the audience, but I can't look at their  most likely shocked, disgusted, and/or embarrassed faces because before I can even think he kisses me.

It wasn't an embarrassingly long kiss, but it wasn't a quick peck. It was like one you'd see your mum and dad exchange. I know I'm blushing big time when we pull apart. I quickly glance over at our audience to see what their reaction is.

"What in the world did I just witness?"

"Euwww!"

"What...?"

"..."

"Why?"

"All that practicing and that's the best they could do?"

"That's kind of cute!"

"What kind of torture is this?"

Miss Peregrine clears her throat.

"Children, don't speak all at once. It's not polite."

"I'd say that gracing us with that dreaded-" Horace waves his hands to gesture exaggeratedly in our general direction. "-thing that just happened would be not polite!"

"Impolite." Miss Peregrine corrects.

"Oh, that's not the point right now, okay? All I'm saying is that I don't think that anybody would want to witness that in real life and in my dream consecutively! Could we call off the movie time tonight?"

I think Enoch actually laughs a genuine laugh. It's quite adorable.

Why are you laughing?

It's hilarious, I can't believe that Horace had a "nightmare" about us.
It's a rarity he ever has a dream that isn't about the finest fabrics in Wales.

I can't help but chuckle, as well.

"Miss Peregrine, might I be excused?"
I ask, trying to escape the humiliation I just had to endure.

"Go ahead, but be back for the reset."

Enoch asks to be excused as well, but Miss Peregrine tells him to stay behind.

"I know better than that," she coyly whispers.

He sighs, dropping down on the sofa and avoiding eye contact with the other children, despite their pestering to know what it was like or other silly questions that only made his face a deeper shade of pink. I walk silently to the bathroom, thinking about what just occured again and again. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would have went..