suck it, blythe! ↝ shirbert

two-fucking git

anne's pov

"are you kidding me? i refuse to work with that monstrosity of a teenage boy!" i yell, hoping the teacher will sense my demise and change her mind.

"monstrosity? why, my dearest anne, you're insults are getting better" blythe remarks.

"i am not your dearest anything, you imbecile" i snap.

"you've already used that one today"

"keeping track of my words now, blythe?"

"it was merely ten minutes ago"

"i'd appreciate if you'd stop flirting in my class please. now as for being partners, you and blythe are the top two students in the whole school, and i am not changing partners. that is final."

i was beyond furious. and redheads are known to have a bad temper. sometimes i can't control it. like now.

"are you fucking kidding me?" i shout.

oh shit.

"anne shirley-cuthbert! to the principal's office immediately!" the teacher shouted.

i rolled my eyes and grabbed my things and walked out of the classroom, ignoring the stares and the laughs of my peers.

halfway down the hallway, i hear the door open behind me, and low and behold, gilbert blythe walks out, holding his things as well.

"oh great, you're following me now" i sighed.

"on the contrary, miss cuthbert. i too have been sent to the principal's office" he says a little too proudly.

"and why is that?" i ask, intrigued.

"well, you see, i couldn't let my dearest anne suffer detention all alone, so i may or may not have done something just a little bit crazy" he chuckles.

"and that was?"

"well i pretended to try to pass a note with the words 'miss knight is a floozy' on it"

"well played, blythe, well played"

fuck.

"did anne shirley-cuthbert just compliment me?" he smirks.

"oh get over yourself" i roll my eyes.

*time skip to after school*

i sigh. this is it. detention.

i walk into the nearly empty library and sit in a desk in the back left corner.

i look around the room for blythe, and smile to myself when all i see is two freshmen and the librarian.

maybe the next two hours won't be torture after all.

scratch that.

blythe walks in and scans the room, stopping and smirking when his eyes land on me.

something about his gaze makes my face heat up, so i smack my head down on my desk to hide it.

the pain shoots through my head like a thousand needles.

the last thing i see is blythe running towards me before everything goes black.

*two hours later*

"oh fuck, my head" i sigh, sitting up on what looks like a couch.

but it's not my couch.

"where the fuck am i?" i yell, standing up and looking around the room for anything familiar.

i hear footsteps coming down the stairs and grab a vase nearby, ready to throw it at my kidnapper.

as soon as i see the person that was walking down the stairs, i chuck it.

it smashes against the wall about a foot away from the person's head.

"damn shirley, that's quite the arm you got there" the person says, staring at the pile of broken glass on the floor.

oh shit.

"blythe?"

"the one and only" he smirks, finally turning to face me.

"care to explain why i'm waking up on your couch?" i ask, crossing my arms.

"care to explain why you're throwing vases at my head?" he replies.

"because i thought i had been kidnapped, you fucking git! which brings us back to the question of why i'm waking up on your couch"

"calm down princess, you smacked your head on your desk in detention and blacked out. when i took you to the nurse, she said to just take you home and let you get some rest, and seeing as i don't know where you live, i brought you here" he shrugs.

the thought of gilbert blythe carrying me around in his arms causes a shiver to run down my spine.

i tell myself it's a shiver of disgust.

"well it's your fault! you made me blush and when i tried to hide it-" i cut myself off, realizing what i just said.

i'm so screwed now.

"i made you what?" he says, smirking to himself.

"made me want to leave in a rush. yes that's it. when i saw you i immediately felt like i was going to vomit" i say, trying to come up with an excuse.

"whatever you say, shirley. wanna get started on our project?"

"if we must" i sigh.

this is going to be a long day.