Her Last Breath| High school Au Kylo Ren X Reader

A kind Of Love

It was a long morning of work and multiple stare downs as I walked throughout the halls of the school. I get used to it, but after a weekend of casual shit I dont really think about it. However most of the people that attend my school are very judgmental, and fuck it pisses me off. 

The bell rings, for the last break time of the day. So I head to my favorite spot which is the roof of the building, I usually go up there to take a swig of some more alcohol so I'm tipsy before I head back to the place I call home. As much as I dread to live there I must, I just feel so pissed off and sad about everything these days It just hurts to much to bear the pain of living through this reality called hell.

I take steps towards the edge of the building looking down on the ground, my eyes go blurry. I walk back a bit before taking another gulp of my drink down my throat and so on. Before I realize it I kept drinking the rest of the bottle until there was nothing left, as I slowly drifted to sleep forgetting my problems and school. I smiled as the hurt and pain left my brain and my tipsiness increased to drunkenness.

As I fluttered my eyes open the bell rang once more, I better head to class. I picked up my stuff, looking at my bottle as its insides were completely empty. I widened my eyes looking at my bottle. Shit, I swore aloud. Rummaging through my bag to find my purse and it was gone, my whole body sank as the adrenaline rushed through my body and my heart beat increased. I picked up my shit and ran, and ran.

Not realizing my drunk state I almost fell down the flight of stairs but proceeded to run. It seemed to be that I slept until the end of school observing the darkness and the emptiness of students. It seemed to faze me that there was a tall dark figure in front of me, but I continued running thinking that I was going to dodge them I completely ran into them pushing not only myself, but them into the ground.

I looked down to see that I was lying on top of the most handsome man, I ever saw in my whole life. I gave a drunk smile, as my face was flustered with red hot color and my lips heated plumped up. Shirt half unbuttoned as my cleavage showing and hair very fucking messy. The guy underneath me seemed to be a student from my blurry vision, he had dark dark hair and a sculpted face. I could barely define the details as my vision was getting worse as my eyes were tearing up, at this point my hands were cupping his face and my eyes were flooding with tears.

My thumbs was rubbing his cheeks  as my smile turned into a sad frown and my heart sank deeper and deeper. His face felt very warm as he did not flinch away, but continued to stare. I leaned my face down to the curve of his neck and shoulder and cried my eyes out. His hands started to wrap around my body and he started to rub my back as I balled my eyes out, stuttering the words sorry through my lips.

I could feel his heart beating a hundred miles an hour, but it only made me feel very warm inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck. We sat there for a minuet and my vision became better and my drunk state started to wear off. I looked up and he was now sitting up. I backed away from his shoulder and my heart was beating rather fast and his face looked very flushed.

He covered his mouth and looked away as he pointed at my chest and I looked down and it was half unbuttoned, and cleavage was showing. I felt my face burn and I jumped off of him and backed on the ground facing him, as it buttoned it back up. I muttered under my breath.

".. Sorry.. " I held my breath as I breathed heavily.

He turned his head looking at my staring into my eyes with his golden honey brown ones looking deep into my mind. He looked like he was very focused, very very focused. I sensed a presence in my mind so I closed it off, biting my lip as tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

"Are.. you, are you ok? " He asked me with a very stern face clearing his throat, stroking his hands through his locks of beauty. He didnt seem very focused now.

I hesitated to talk to him, since he seemed like a somewhat decent guy. I looked at him opening my mouth a little, but closing it before words could escape my mouth.

He looked at me again, reaching in his bag, he grabbed a purse looking item from the inside.

I leaned in alot closer to him looking at the purse, unable to control my excitement.

" Thats my purse! " I yelped in happiness, letting a smile and tears creep up to my face.

He looked at my with a grin and handing it over to me.

" You dropped it this morning, after you ran from McRonalds.. " He trailed off biting his lip, as I came closer to him and slowly backing away.

I looked into his eyes and looked at his hair. I covered my mouth not guarding my thoughts as the swept into my mind. Hes that good looking guy I saw this morning... shit shit shit.

I felt my face flush as I looked at the floor, feeling the heat radiate off my skin. His eyes widened in my direction looking at me, as if he just heard my thoughts.

" I'm so sorr-.. " I started to talk, but he stopped me, cupping his hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears from my cheek.

" Its ok, you dont have to be apologize " He stared deeper into my eyes searching for any signs of my emotions, I could be holding. He started to lean in for what I thought it was to be a kiss, but I pulled away slowly. Averting my eyes away from him, as I felt his hand slip away from my cheek.

" I'm not just some slut that will fall for kindness for sex you know. " I felt hurt inside realizing that all men are  just the same. I traced my eyes back to his face to see the anger and hurt all flush into one emotion and look.

I bit my lip grabbing my purse, and my bag as I stood up and felt the rage flow through my body. 

" You know I have emotions, dont judge me for my looks maybe one day people will realize the pain I go through everyday and one day it will be to late for anyone for to fix there mistakes they made. I hope you feel like shit you fucking-... " I bit my tongue letting my sadness take over as the tears spilled from my eyes, I looked back at him with guilt and sorrow washing his expression. I turned and walked out of the halls with my mind confused and mixed with lots of thoughts.