bowers gang▪preferences

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Imagine request by @natiliaisafangirl
Trigger warning//close family death in this imagine.

Y/n pov

I huffed as i slumped in my chair not bothering to even acknowledge any one in the room. I leaned back letting my head fall back too,
"Miss y/n, what are you doing sit properly." The teacher snapped causing my body to jolt up and students around the room to look my way.
"Right yeah whatever miss."

"Today im going to be putting you in pairs for a work assignment, I need yiu guys to find more out about each other and right a short piece on them. It can be about anything. Hobbies, family anything."
The teachers voice screeched out. My heart panged as she mentioned family, which caused me to zone out.

My mom layed in the hospital bed, she looked tired. She was so strong and inderpendent and yet here she lay vunerable and weak. My heart broke to much to let her go through this suffering, it was hard and she was in pain, to much pain.
"You can let go mommy."
I said as i gripped her hands in mine, i cried out as it was all getting to much.

"Why the fuck are you crying?" A voice that belonged to the infamous school bully Henry Bowers as he hissed at me.
"Er, no sorry its nothing. Im guessing your my parner."
He nodded his head slowly and sat on a chair opposite me.

"Well i guess we should get started."
I took out my note book and two pens knowing that henry will have no supplys loke always.
"If you think your goning to get anything out of me thats personal, you'll have more chance your mom coming back to life. Or better yet if you think im actually going to write anything about someone like you your best off dead like your mom."
My eyes widened, turning into deadliest glare i could muster.
Tears once again colleting them selves.
Gasps could be heard from others in the room,
I looked at him, seein a face of guilt plastered on him. He could be as guilty as he fucking wanted but i was not going to be there to see it happen.
I slammed my chair into the wall behind
"Fuck you bowers." .

I ran untill my legs burned, not caring about how the school would react to me running iut like this.
How could he do that, how could he say such things.
Tears flowed out of my eyes, i wouldnt be suprised if they where coming out of my nose as well.
What he said hurt so much, i huddled next to the tree that i was stood near, dropping to my knees.

Everything hurt and ached to much  emotionally and physically to stand.
"why would you say that bowers, you fucking twat. I hate you, i hate you, i hate you." I hit the tree repeatedly,  blood surfaced between the samml gashed and cuts.
Two hands grabbed mine pulling me in to there chest. I didnt fight back, i didnt care. I cried, letting out small whimpers every so often. Letting out all this emotion i had bottled up for a long time.

"Im sorry, im so fucking sorry."
The persons hand soothed my back and they cradled me.
There sent was intoxicating and calming, mens cologne, wood and cigarette smoke.
"I dodnt mean what i said,  i honestly didnt it slipped out i guess. Knowing you know what its like to not have a mother i took it out on you. Im sorry."
I pulled back, i didn't decide to run, i mean after all he did come and find me and i ran a good half an hour before i stopped. 

"You know wgat its like?" I questioned wipong my tear stained cheeks.
"Yeah, well sort off.  Its the anniversary of when she left. She couldnt take my dad anymore so she up and left leaving me behind."
I looked him in the eyes, saddens filled his green orbs which happened to be beautiful. His face wasnt a sore sight on the eyes, i guess i just never to the time to look at him properly.

"Thank you." I smiled at him.
"For what?" He questioned.
"You opened up to me." I hugged him, trying to give him comfort,
"Please forgive me. I truly truly feel sorry for what i said. I didnt mean it."
I nodded, he burried his head in to the crook of my neck.

"I need to tell you somthing" he mumbled.
I hummed in response.
"I- I really l-like you y/n." My eyes met his as he was waiting for an answer.
He knew what it was like to go through the heart break of not having anyone there, he was broken and sad just like me.

I pulled him in for a kiss, it felt right. I felt like id finally found my home, we could be misfits toghter.