The Outsider (Steven Fernandez)

chapter 6.

Rachel's POV

Alex and I texted each other for about two hours before he had to do chores. I had to admit that I really enjoyed talking to Alex because he was so sweet and funny.

I stood up off the couch and went down into the kitchen to grab some food. Opening the cabinet, I see a jar of Nutella and decide to make a Nutella sandwich.

As I start putting the bread and Nutella away, someone knocks on the door. I check the time, 3 pm. I look down at my outfit to make sure I look presentable. I have the same shorts on but changed my long sleeved shirt for a tank top since it started to get warmer.

Without thinking, I whipped the door open and saw Steven standing there, looking down at his shoes. I should've checked first.

"What?" I asked him quite rudely causing him to jerk his head up. I narrowed my eyes at him and he just stood there looking annoyed as usual.

"My mom sent me over to see if you guys had any flour we could use. So do you have any?" he asked me, making eye contact with me. I leaned up against the door frame with the underside of my forearm facing Steven.

He glanced at my arm then glanced back down. As he glanced up again to look at my arm, I realized that was the arm that I had lots of scrapes and bruises on. I quickly put my arm down, out of view.

"Wait here," I said quite nervously. I ran off into the kitchen and found the flour. I walked back to door and asked him how much he needed. After giving him the amount of flour he needed, he turned to leave. While closing the door, he turned back around to look at me.

"What?" I repeated myself from when he first came here.

"What were those marks on your arm?"

He probably thinks my family abuses me when really they were from tripping over my own feet.

"I tripped." I say truthfully. His faces doesn't look like he's convinced.

"Mhm okay" he said. Why are you so damn nosy?

"If you're going to be rude then just leave. Now bye."

I closed the door quickly to avoid any more rude banter with Steven.

I go back into the kitchen to retrieve my sandwich. I head back up stairs and go onto Instagram. I saw that 17 new people followed me today. Now that makes almost 2000 followers. I smiled at my screen and decided to Instagram stalk some people.

I went onto a guy from my old school's account and looked through all his photos, photos he was tagged in, and the comments on his photos.

After 20 minutes of stalking random people, I happened go stumble upon Steven's Instagram. He had quite a bit of followers, 167k.

I stalked his Instagram too, seeing that most of his posts were of himself or about skateboarding. When I clicked on one of his older photos, I accidentally liked it.

I started to freak out internally. I probably seem like a stalker to him now. After a couple minutes, I got a notification that Steven followed me and tagged me in a photo.

'Follow @Rachel.Johnson bc she bae' read the caption. I refreshed the photo he posted of me, which was a selfie of myself, and it already had gotten 12,000+ likes in 5 minutes.

I read the comments on the photo, most of them not being very nice.

'ew she ugly'

'she looks fake'

'I brt shes a bítch'

I laughed at the one that called me a bítch because her comment had a typo. One comment caught my eye though.

'stfu you guys dont even know her'

I decided to reply to her comment with an 'Ikr'.

I decided to follow her because why not? She did stick up for me. I went to my news and refreshed it. I saw that lots of people had followed me in less than 10 minutes. I had already reached 6000 followers.

Along with the follows, I saw people were commenting on my photos, most were rude comments.

I ignored the rude comments and payed attention to the nice ones. I only followed less than 50 people, so I decided to follow some people back. I followed Steven first, then about 20 other people. A girl who was obsessed with Steven, by the looks of her username, posted a photo of me.

'omg im cryin!!! rachel followed meh!!!' read the caption. The photo was a screenshot of her notifications which read that I followed her. I liked her photo before getting off of Instagram.

Why is it such a big deal that I followed her? It's not like I'm Zac Efron.

'my ship went down

in a sea of sou-'

I quickly picked up my phone as it started ringing. I didn't bother to check who called me.

"Hello?" I answered

"Can we start over?" Steven's voice said through the speaker.

"You can't start something over if nothing was ever started."

"You know what I mean Rachel," his voice sounded desperate.

"Why do you want a second chance?"

"Because I was a díck to you before I even gave you a chance and I would really just want to be friends." Steven's voice still sounded a little desperate.

I considered being friends with Steven for some time. I mean, he can't be that bad.

"Okay, yeah. I would love to become your friend." I smile as I hear Steven's adorable little laugh come from the other end o the line. Wait, since when did I find his laugh adorable?

"So do you want to come over and watch Insidious 2 with me on Netflix or nah?"

"Sure. I'll bring over some snacks." I quickly said before running downstairs with my shoes in one hand and phone in the other.

"'Kay, see you in a few then, byee" Steven hung up. I set my phone down and put my shoes on before raiding the kitchen for junk food.

I managed to find 2 big bags of hot cheetos, ice cream, and some hidden Hershey bars. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen counter. I left my house and walked over to Steven's house next door.

I knocked once before he answered the door. He suddenly gave me a big hug. I awkwardly stood there, not even having a choice really because my hangs were full.

"Hi, new bestie" Steven smirked as he saw my face make a digusted look. I really didn't like nicknames except for Ray.

We walked into his rather large living room that was filled with lots of food already. I set down the things I brought on his coffee table and sat down on the couch.

Steven came back into the living room with a blanket. I didn't even notice that he had left the room. He sits down on the carpet and pats the space next to him, telling me to sit next to him.

I am hesitant at first, but soon sit next to him. He starts the movie and everything goes quiet except for the sound of the bag of chips he was trying to open.

As soon as a scary part of the movie came on, I shrieked and his my face in Steven's side. Soon he pulled me closer to him, laughing while telling me that it was just a movie.

I look up to see him staring at me. I look down, feeling self conscious under people's stares. I look back up at him, and then he takes his chance.

He kisses me.

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a/n:

they kissed omg.

in the next chapter, should I do Steven's point of view?

I updated on time for once, it's 11:53 pm rn in Cali.

sorry that the chapter is short.

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-emily