Don't Forget Me-Bloody Painter x Reader

Chapter One:

Class had ended, and you were gathering your thing's to get ready to leave, when the whining of none other than Judy, one of the richer students, filled your ears.

She was squawking about losing her watch, which you only laughed at. Until, you heard yet another voice, that came from a few seat's away from yours.

You glanced over to the side, and saw Ban, and some other kid.

Ah, Ban--he was one of the tougher guy's at school. He was usually the one who caused all the bullying's, as he picked on other's for no reason at all.

"What's this?." Ban asked, as you caught him dipping his hand down into someone's bag without even asking for their permission.

You couldn't help but notice the person who was sitting in the seat, with his messy black hair, and his warm blue eyes. You had seen him around before--You thought his name was Helen.

"Ah! That's my watch!." Judy yelped.

You were shocked to see that Ban had pulled out a watch, with sparkly--obviously fake--diamond's that rimmed the edge.

"I didn't do it." Helen muttered, his eye's not leaving the page he was currently drawing on.

Judy got up from her seat, and pranced her way over to Ban and Helen. Ban had dropped the watch into Judy's hands, and she sneered at Helen.

"Yeah, right." Turning on her heel's as she snootily left the classroom. You weren't surprised to see Ban quickly follow along behind her.

Pretty soon, all of the student's were spilling out from the classroom--but you stayed a little longer, your eye's glued to Helen as he finished up his drawing.

He gave a few glance's over at you, giving you a strange look. The snap of his book closing brought you back into reality, as you watched him leave the classroom.

Now, being the absolutely moronic human being you were, you decided it would be fun to look for him at lunch.

You were quite curious of Helen, as you wondered how the hell Judy's watch had gotten into his bag, as he hadn't even moved an inch at all throughout class.

It didn't take long for you to find him, though. He stuck out, sitting all alone at one of the lunch-table's off to the side.

You plopped down on the seat next to Helen, sitting your red lunch-tray on the table, as you looked at him. He barely even seemed to notice you were there, which you slightly smiled at.

"Did you steal Judy's watch?." You bluntly questioned.

He pried his eye's from his sketch-book, placing them on you. They narrowed a bit, and his brow's furrowed. "Excuse me?."

"You heard me. Did you or did you not steal Judy's watch?."

"No." He spoke, returning his glare to the sketch-book.

"Then who put it in your bag?."

He cleared his throat.

"I don't know."

You thought for a moment, and figured that you'd stop asking question's. It was probably weird for him.

"I'm (Y/n), by the way." You introduced yourself.

"Helen."

You nodded.

It was pretty obvious he wasn't interested in the conversation you were having, but of course, you continued talking.