The Quiet One | OC x Reader

Toying With My Head

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

It's felt like years since Abdiel's spoken to me. I don't know what I did to drive him away. I thought things were going well between us. I'm really starting to like Abdiel, too, so this just lowers my self esteem that much more. In reality, it's only been three days since he last talked to me. Put this in perspective: he is literally my only friend at this school and now he won't even talk to me. I know, it hurts, yes.

I sit down in my desk next to Abdiel, hoping, praying that he'd say something. But he doesn't. He just sits there, acting as through I don't even exist. It's like he hates me. It's like he wants me to read his mind and know just what is happening in his head.

"Good afternoon," Mr. Sykes greets the class warmly. I'm beginning to loathe Mr. Sykes. He talks to Abdiel as though he's an infant. He doesn't seem to realize how incredibly intelligent Abdiel is.

Just to prove my point, he then walks up to Abdiel's desk with a frown. "Good morning, Mr. Buchanan." He stands there towering over Abdiel's head, casting a shadow - looking like a total asshole I may add.

Abdiel just sits there, silently wallowing in his discomfort. He frowns, unsure of what to say, or rather do. I can't help but notice how everyone is staring.

A couple of obnoxious kids in the back start making jokes targeting Abdiel. "What's the matter? Cat got your lips?" one of them says. The whole class, all except me and Abdiel start cracking up.

"That's not even clever," I slur under my breath. I lean back in my seat, feeling the eyes of the entire class pierce the back of my head into my skull.

"Aww," another one of the obnoxious kids says from the back of the class. "I'm sorry we hurt your little boyfriend's feelings." His voice is very monotone and dry. He is humorless in many ways. "But I guess it's because we can get away with it. After all, he's not going to stop being a pussy. He's not going to step up and stop us. We can get away with everything we say!"

That is my queue to take a look at Mr. Sykes. He is either an enormous coward or just simply a material cuntbag. I choose to believe it is both at this point. He's just letting it happen knowing Abdiel doesn't talk much.

"Are you kidding me?" I say, annoyed by all the ongoings in the room. I turn to Abdiel and notice only a shamefaced child sitting before me. He looks so miserable.

"Say something," I whisper to him. I grab his hand from where it sat on his desk and fake a smile. He turns to look at me as if to say he wants me to stop. "Say anything, Abdiel," I urge him.

Mr. Sykes just laughs at my attempts. He stands up straight and continues for almost a full minute as he walks up to the board and begins teaching the lesson.

"I am not a fool, Sykes," I snap, jumping to my feet. I still hold Abdiel's hand in mine with confidence. Sykes seems to stifle an even bigger chuckle. What could be so funny?

Abdiel shakes his head. He mouths a 'no' before taking his hand back to his side. I contort my face a bit, afraid that he hates me.

"Ah, would you look at that. Even the quiet freak isn't desperate enough to flirt with you, buzzkill," the same kid in the back murmurs.

"That's not my name," I whisper, infuriated by the title he's given me. Then I notice Abdiel's expression has somewhat changed.

The kid smirks. "Well, it only suits you," he tells me, "for being such a buzzkill." He stands up in his desk, still sending me a deranged glare. "Besides, no one in this room knows your name sweetheart, and not that anyone cares really."

I suddenly have a thought. A strange thought. That kid always stares at one of the girls that sit closer to the front. I think maybe he fancies her, and only does all of this to impress her. I grin spitefully as yet another thought comes to mind.

I glance at the girl, then back at the kid. Only then do I really take a moment to investigate his features. He has blonde hair, light skin, and is very thin looking. I don't know if he just doesn't eat or get in the sun much, but I am not about to start making fun of him for that. That's not how I do things.

I just simply said, "That's okay. I just remembered the principal wanted to see me." Not really, but I needed an excuse to leave. So, I picked my bag up from the floor and threw it over my shoulder before heading out the door.

I don't know why all of this had to happen so early into the class period, but it just did. Mr. Sykes didn't seem to notice. It's either that or he didn't care. I can't say I blame him for not caring, I mean, I wouldn't either. If I had to teach a bunch of bratty seniors, I don't think that I would put forth the patience to stop one of them from leaving class.

I'm eighteen and I'm willing to risk the idea of getting a call from the school telling me I was absent for one or more class periods. I wouldn't mind anyway. My parents might, but they don't need to know. So, comfy bed, here I come.

-After school, Abdiel's P.O.V.-

Y/n stormed out of fourth period today for no apparent reason. On a normal day I would see her walking in the hallway in between the remaining few passing periods, but today I did not. This concerned me, only I'm not sure why it did. I don't even know her that well.

I'll stop by the principal's office to see if maybe y/n is there. Maybe if I'm lucky, she will be and I can finally talk to her.

I open the door to the main office and notice right off the bat that y/n is not there. Well fuck. I walk in and make my way to the administrative counter. I hate the office, a lot. It smells like candle wax and coffee, which, fun fact, I hate both of those things with a burning passion.

Suddenly someone opens the door behind me and briskly brushes past me. I turn to see it's a FedEx guy. Oh boy, something else I have to hate now. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he mumbles as he makes his way to the counter, furthering his already known presence.

I want to say something along the lines of "You should be," but I can't bring myself to do that. I guess it really does bite you in the ass to not speak for so long, because then you can't even say anything in your own defense.

So, here I stand, just waiting for him to be done with whatever he came in here to do. I crossed my arms and put my head down, leaning on the counter.

"Hi, uh, sorry to bother you," the man says to the secretary sitting at the desk. "This package is for a student. It's some legal papers or something. At least that's what I was told."

"What's the student's name?" the lady asks.

"Y/n  m/l/n," he replies. My heart drops. Did he just say y/n?

"Oh okay," the lady says, typing something in on her computer. She does this for a minute before giving the man a strange look. "This student left early today," she informs him.

He nods. "Okay, so what should we do about that?"

I can see there are two addresses on the package he was holding. One I recognize as the school address, and another which I am unfamiliar with.

"Well, I suppose you can take it to her house. She has no way of receiving it until tomorrow otherwise."

I just had a crazy idea.