What Have You Done? - Montgomery De la Cruz x Reader

{chapter thirteen}

Montgomery's P.O.V

I walked away from the small gym with Madeline in my hands not entirely sure what had just happened. Was Y/N Y/L/N jealous? Probably not. Why would she be? I could feel Madeline try to bury her head into my neck, her lips pressing against my skin. I stopped it right there before it even began.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing Benitez?" I snapped at her.

"You sure you don't want me to continue Mon?" she replied, lowering her voice and fluttering her eyelashes at me. I saw straight through the bullshit.

"Do not call me that" I said plonking her on a chair by the nurses office and starting to walk away. I wanted to speak to Y/N and every second I was with Madeline was a second away from her. Only Y/N could call me Mon. It was an unwritten rule.

"Whoa there big man" she called, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me back in "You could ditch the baseball game and you know... have some... fun with me instead. Nobody would have to find out"

I scoffed at her, I can't believe I thought she had actually injured herself, it was perfectly clear to me that she hadn't.

"I think I'll pass" I left her for good, with her mouth wide open in shock. She could go cry her boo hoo's to Bryce, I couldn't care less. She was hot, don't get me wrong but she had the personality of a sour glass of milk. I wasn't really a dairy guy.

Y/N wasn't in the gym when I went back to look for so I headed in the direction of the changing rooms instead. I was running late as per usual so the other guys were already on the pitch warming up, meaning the changing rooms where empty. Or so I presumed. I went to reach for the locker room door but before I could do anything else the door opened for me. I looked up. Out strutted Y/N, changed into her cheerleading uniform, her legs exposed by the incredibly short skirt, her lips painted with a deep red colour. I was practically drooling. She met my eye and smirked. I expected her to say something to me but instead she kept strutting forwards.

"Good luck Jeffykins" She called.

Jeffykins? The fuck?

I stuck my head inside the locker room and felt my blood suddenly boil. Sat on the bench, with his usually perfectly styled hair ruffled and a mysterious smudge on his cheek that looked suspiciously like lipstick was Jeff Atkins. I flipped the fuck out.

"What the fuck was that" I yelled storming towards him.

"Monty dude calm down. I don't understand what you're on about" He stood up

"Fuck off. Y/N's mine get it through your head" I was facing him now, our foreheads practically touching. I was freaking out. She liked Jeff, she fucking liked Jeff

"I don't think she belongs to anybody" I pushed him backwards.

"Don't fucking put your hands on my girl again, you hear me"

"You should listen to yourself sometimes Cruz. She's my best mate, nothing more. But I'm pretty sure she wouldn't describe herself as your girl" He started laughing and picked up his baseball helmet. I stopped him from leaving the door.

"BULLSHIT!" I yelled at him.

"Look. I'm not having this conversation right now. I'll see you on the pitch when you've calmed yourself down" He pushed passed me and left me by myself. I think I busted a couple of locker doors when he was gone.

After breaking a couple more things, I headed to the baseball pitch. The bleachers were packed with people and the other team were slowly filtering their way in. I wasn't in the best of moods all things considered but I relaxed a little. Baseball was one of the things I was the best at. I could actually show Y/N I was way better than Jeff. Fucking perfect little asshole. I slid in the dugout beside him as we waited for the go ahead, looking everywhere but at him.