The Lone Exorcist (Rin x Yukio x reader)

Chapter Three

"What are you doing here?" He asked. I stood up brushing myself off after the fall.

"Uh, I go here now." I said quietly. I was so done with life right now. First, I get arrested and forced to move schools now this? What did I do to deserve this..? I stared at the floor with my arms crossed for a little bit. We've always been this awkward around each other, of course, he's the only person who really knows about me. I let out a sigh. "So, how have you been?" I said trying to ease up the tension. I could feel him glaring at me but I was too much of a coward to look up. Rin was different.. everyone was always curious about the real me, but he actually took the time to find out. I let him into my heart and that was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life.. letting someone in.. I kept looking down.

"How do you think I've been, y/n. You really messed me up.. and then life just started getting worse." His words stabbed me right in the chest. Life got worse for him? I think he was talking about his father. Even though I wasn't sure, I still felt the urge to say something. "Did you quit..?" He muttered. I discarded his question.

"I heard about your father," I said in the most sympathetic voice I could make, "I'm sorry for your loss.." I looked up to see him glaring daggers at me.

"Sorry my ass.." he muttered. "You've always hated my dad." It was true but I wasn't gonna hate on a dead person. I'm not a monster.

"Come on. That's not true," I said, "why don't we just forget everything and go hang out. Like old times?" I smiled softly, but he was still glaring at me. The sun was setting and it was getting chilly outside. All I had on was a sweatshirt and shorts, but I didn't care, I really wanted to make it up to him.

"Like old times?" I turned around to see Yukio standing right behind me. "Rin, you know Y/n?" He asked.

"Of course," he said looking over at me, "she was the class whore." He uttered. Everyone has a limit, and at this moment I couldn't take anymore.

"Class whore?! Is that what people thought of me?" I said my raising my voice. I was so mad my hands were shaking and my palms were sweaty.

"What do you think people would say?! You were always leaving school with older men! Maybe if you told the truth there would have been a more positive outcome." He spat. I was so mad right now. I turned around and left, I guess you could say it's my thing. Whenever I'm mad I walk away, whenever I'm confused I walk away, whenever I'm sad I walk away.. it was like an addiction. But it doesn't matter.

"That's right it doesn't matter."

Exactly
"You don't need them."

Yeah

"They don't carry your happiness."

They don't carry my happiness, I do!

So it doesn't matter what they thought about me.. it doesn't matter, it just doesn't matter. Nothing matters. I walked around for a little bit until I came across the entrance into the school. So, I could leave this place right now without a gun. Or I could go back to that garbage called a dorm. Hmm.. I walked out of the entrance and onto the road. It was cold and I didn't have anywhere to go. I've never been to this side of town so I didn't know my way around.. I felt warm streaks run down my face. Crying is for weak people. Crying is for weak people. Crying is for weak people. I dropped to my knees and started sobbing. I tried wiping the tears away but more just kept on coming. I got up and continued walking but I felt so weak and just decided to sit on the sidewalk for a while.