John x Violinist!Reader

Chapter 6: Lie

Reader's POV
     I got a call from Rose, "(Y/n), where are you, are you alright?" I internally cringed knowing I would have to come up with something.
     "Yeah... I have a huge headache, it's making it hard to move around," I said weakly. Lie.
"Oh, well, I hope you feel better soon, get well,"
"Thanks, see ya,"
"Bye,"
       I flopped on my couch and groaned, I want to ignore what happened. It's only one time. I should've went to practice. Oh shit! I forgot! John's going to be upset with me, isn't he, he went to Rose's place to be told that I'm not there! God! Why why why, this was a selfish move,        (Y/n)! I should've gone, and didn't go 'because I wasn't in the mood'?! Grow the hell up, (Y/— *ding*
        My phone chimed with a few piano chords, I looked over and saw that John had messaged me:

EB: (y/n)?
EB: are you okay?
EB: why weren't you at rose's lesson?
(C/H): I have a really bad headache, it's making me really tired and dizzy.
Lie
(C/H): I should be fine by tomorrow though.
EB: oh... ok, but i swear, my gut is saying something is up.
(C/H): John, I'm fine, really! :)
Lie
EB: ok, I guess my gut was wrong? :)
(C/H): Yep! I'll talk to ya later! See ya!
EB: see ya, (y/n)!
        He's so sweet and precious, I smiled to myself a little. He doesn't need any problems to ruin that, especially mine, heh.

John's POV
I don't know, even though (Y/n) says she's fine, something still feels... how should I say this... different, I guess? I don't know if it's me or the situation, it's kinda weird..... I tried to push it away, but it keeps coming back. I started to think about awful scenarios happening to (Y/n). I couldn't bear to think about her getting hurt, accidental or not, I've never seen her sad, yet the thought of it made my heart quiver in hurt. All these thoughts were just of her. Her soft (h/c) hair swaying along with her movement when she plays the elegant, wooden instrument. Her lips that curves into a tiny smile-to-self when we practice the duet. It was just (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)!  The negative thoughts turned into daydreams of us. The only reason it stopped was because my dad was calling me for dinner. I started to blush slightly realizing my daydreams about (Y/n). Do... do I have a crush on her? I start to question this as I made my way downstairs. After dinner, I flopped back onto my bed thinking and questioning everything about (Y/n) and my relationship with her as a friend....

Timeskip

Reader's POV
      It was FINALLY Friday, which means the weekend starts tomorrow! The kicking and bullying has been going on for a while, about a few weeks. My self esteem has been going at a really low point, so I stopped caring about the injuries. I would pretend nothing happened and go up to John to see what pranks he pulled the other day and his plans for the upcoming days. I just laugh along with his mischievous smile. There need to be more people like John Egbert here: kind, funny, optimistic, creative, sweet, cute. I mean, cute, as a friend.... or maybe as a crush.... C'mon,(Y/n), really?! You, with Egbert? This is a bigger joke than one of the pranks John pulled on Dave on Thursday. John, an adorable, pretty popular, cute, sweet, cinnamon roll; with you, a violinist that gets injured by bullies that you can't emotionally nor physically defend from. You find yourself as a nothing, with someone who you find to be EVERYTHING. I just about all these thoughts in my head communicating to myself in my brain. I don't like him like that that much anyways, so it doesn't matter.
Lie
(2nd Person) Reader's POV
All your denials were just lies as you walked with John who was still talking with you.
All Lies.