The Quiet One | OC x Reader

Without a Doubt

-Monday, Y/N's P.O.V.-

After John caved Abdiel's face in the other day, (as much as I hate to put it that way, that's how it happened) John was sent to AEP for three months. Which is where he so-rightfully belonged. I'm glad that Abdiel came in when he did. Because he was only defending me, he was let off the hook with a warning.

I just don't understand Abdiel. He confuses me. One minute he wouldn't talk if you bribed him with a million dollars, then when nobody's around, he will. He also says he doesn't like to be touched, and yet he threw a punch at John Galileo, a boy nobody in their right mind would ever dare to lay hands on. But maybe that's just the thing; maybe he's just out of his mind.

I don't know what it is about him, though. He seems to hate everyone. At first I thought it was because he had conservative parents or something. But when I saw his mom pick him up after school she didn't seem conservative at all. Both of them had a cell phone; she wore ripped jeans and a Ramones t-shirt; and the most exciting of all, she was driving a BMW M6. It struck me in a weird way when he didn't even talk to his mom when she asked him how school went that day, too.

Finally class starts. I feel like it's been forever since I've been in a desk, listening to the instructor. Mr. Sykes greets the class with a simple "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen."

I'm confused as I turn to Abdiel's desk and see him absent from it. I'm worried, and I don't know how else to go about this...

I raise my hand. Mr. Sykes smiles and calls on me. "Miss m/l/n," he chirps with enthusiasm, "you have a question already?"

"Uh, well," I say, notably fumbling with my words, "I just, I was kind of wondering if you had seen Abdiel today? You know, after being in the hospital for a few days and everything, I was just hoping to see him in a better state."

Mr. Sykes tilts his head the way a puppy dog tilts its head when it's baffled by something. "Oh, how nice and concerned a friend you are, Miss m/l/n." Mr. Sykes walks over to his desk and grabs a few books off of it, carefully setting them on the floor. He looks back up at me and grins. "No, I have not seen Abdiel today, but I can check his attendance throughout the day if you'd really like to know."

"Thank you, Mr. Sykes."

As Mr. Sykes is busy checking Abdiel's attendance, I hear loaded whispers from behind me; explicit ones, if I must say so. One whisper brings me chills, almost as if this person is sitting directly behind me, whispering hard in my ear, breathing down my back. I feel myself become colder, and goosebumps pop up from under my skin. "Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with her? She likes that freak. Why else would she be so worried about him?"

The voice is making me insanely uncomfortable. I'm sorry, just what exactly did she call him? I know she can tell I hear her. Why else would she say it so blatantly? And what right does she have to refer to him in such terms?

"You want to say that to my face? Maybe say something a little more irritating? Unfortunately for you, that wasn't quite enough to make me want to slap your tongue from its socket." I wasn't the worst at talking trash. Maybe not the best, but definitely not the worst.

The only thing I find more grating than a person not saying something they should say to my face, but to they're friends, is when a jerk talks about someone who can't be there to defend themselves. That, my friend, is what this girl is doing right now. So, right off the bat, I hate her.

"Who made you so salty? Was it your little quiet boyfriend?" she asks. That was enough to make me turn and face her. She continues, "It was, I bet. After only so long, they leave you in the dust. Won't touch you for a hundred thou'."