Crush x reader (One Shots)

~He cares~

"y/n what do you think the answer is" the teacher asked
"Don't know" I responded
"Well why is that" she asked me
"I don't like this class and I don't like you" I told her

The class was silent.

"Y/n, I hate to do this, for the third time this week, but go to the office" she sighed
"Ok, bye" I held a peace sign as I left the classroom

I walked down the halls. Nobody was around because if was 3rd period. Instead of turning right, to the office.
I turned left, to the bathroom.

I walked in. Nobody was there. I taped a paper on the door saying: out of order

I dropped my backpack. I slid down the wall and cried. Pain was a simple thing for me, I felt it often. All my thoughts and emotions welled up inside me and I had no way of getting them out. I unzipped my backpack and took out a razor, I looked at my ugly face in the mirror. I sliced my flesh... 1.....2....3....the bell.....

I knew I would be in even more trouble if I didn't head to the office. I pulled up my sleeves and rushed to the office. I looked at my sleeve. It was soaked in blood. The cuts would sting, each time the cloth would rub against them.

Being the idiot I was, I wasn't watching where I was going. I body slammed into someone.

"Oh my goodness, are you ok" he asked, trying to help me up

People were staring.

"Ya I'm fine" I pushed his hand away
"Do you need some help" he asked me, concerned
"No.. why do you ask" I smart mouthed him

He pointed to my feet. Small drops of blood were dripping from my soaked sleeve.

"Ya I'm ok" I rushed away as fast as possible

He yanked my backpack and brought me close.

"Come with me" he told me
"Uh ok?"

I followed him through the halls. To a room I hadn't know was there.

"Come inside" he told me

We were sitting on the floor...

"So why" he asked
"Why what" I looked at my feet
"Don't play dumb" he said, pointing to my sleeve
"Because" I mumbled
"Ya ok, I get it, you don't want to talk about it" he said

He pulled my backpack to him. He pulled out my razor, pocket knife, and my school scissors. He put them in a box, then threw the box away. He grabbed a bandage and wet wipes.

I winced and wrinkled my nose as he cleaned up the cuts. He wrapped them up. He asked for my jacket, which I gave him. I immediately was cold.

"Thanks I guess, nobody has ever cared" I mumbled
"Or is that YOU never cared to tell anyone" he asked

I thought about it... He was right but I wasn't going to let him win.

"Whatever... Thanks anyways"

I sat up and grabbed my backpack.
I grabbed the door knob.

"Wait!!" He called

I turned around... He threw me his jacket.

"Uh thanks" I said... Feeling a little red
"No problem, talk to ya later y/n"

I walked down the halls by myself.
Nobody​ has ever cared like he has, and he's pretty too.... My lucky day I guess.... And he knew my name... And he let me use his jacket

I went home in his jacket and slept with it that night....