The Other Side Of Me ✔️ | Garroth x Laurence x Reader PDH

Chapter 8

It's been a few weeks since I started school. It hasn't been as bad as I initially thought. Romeo being by my side almost always helped a lot. I would've curled up in the corner of a class if he hadn't been here. It was currently lunch and we were eating at table with some friends. Aphmau introduced Romeo and I to a lot of people. There was Kawaii~Chan, Dante, Katelyn, which surprised me, Teony, Lucinda and Nicole. I already knew Travis. I sat in between Romeo and Laurence while eating my lunch. It consisted of a Nutella sandwich, a packet of chocolate chip cookies and a juice box. I would normally have some fruit but I was pretty out of it this morning. I hate to admit it, but Laurence and Garroth have kind of grown on me. They've been flirting with me pretty often, and, as bad as it sounds, I think it's working...

Everyone had their own conversations while I just kind of sat there eating my sandwich and slurping my juice. I enjoyed it though. I blended in without having to do much.
"What do you have next?" I turn to Laurence talking to me. I pull out my phone and check my schedule. Free Period. I mentally throw my hands in the air.
"I have a free period." I say cheerfully. He smirks.
"So do I." He replies. I pause.
"What do you wanna do?" I ask. He shrugs.
"Let's see what happens." He says as he winks and goes back to eating a sandwich. I stare back at my lunch blankly. What does that mean? I hate deciphering things.

The bell sounds out and we all head for our next classes. Everyone but Laurence and I.
"What do you two have?" Garroth says, walking up to us.
"We have a free period." I say happily. His eyes brighten.
"That's good. So do I." He says, almost to me. Laurence frowns slightly.
"What do you wanna do?" Laurence says, turning to me and running a hand through his hair. I pause. Good question. A thought pops into my head.
"If you guys want, we could play soccer. I have a soccer ball in my locker." Laurence perks up.
"That sounds awesome. Let's do it." He says excitedly. Garroth chuckles.
"Sounds good. Let's go." He says, and we start walking to my locker.

***

After a pretty competitive game of soccer, the bell sounds out, meaning it's the end of the day. I throw my hands in the air.
"Schools out!" I shout excitedly. I walk over to the bleachers and grab my bag while the boys follow me. They looked pretty sweaty. I, on the other hand, was barely tired. If anything I was more energized then before. I giggle at the other two.
"Come on guys, I'm WAY less athletic and I'm not sweating." I giggle smugly. They just look at me in disbelief. Laurence smirks as he leans over and whispers something to Garroth. Garroth nods and walks in front of me. His blond hair was knotted and ruffled, and his clear blue eyes were focused on me. I raise an eyebrow.

He quickly side steps around me and hugs me from behind, lifting me up. I squirm, trying to free myself. As much as I secretly liked it, he was still sweaty.
"Let go! Your all sweaty!" I groan. I look straight ahead to see Laurence hold up a water bottle. He smirks before squirting it at me. I squeal as I get pummeled by water. Garroth puts me down and high fives Laurence. Thank Irene he drank most of the water beforehand. I glare up at them and frown.
"I'll get you two for this." I warn. They don't look too fazed by my threat. I pause and scheme for a second. I shrug and pick up my bag.
"You two are despicable." I laugh. They grin.
"At least now we're all sweating." Laurence winks. I roll my eyes and start to walk off.
"Yeah yeah. See you guys!" I yell behind me.

I don't make much distance before they jog up behind me and walk beside me, matching my pace.
"Were you going to leave us?" Garroth gasps dramatically. I giggle.
"Maybe. In any case, I didn't do a good enough job." I say shrugging. I see Laurence pout.
"How dare thee." He fake gasps. As we walk, students pile out the school. I see that pinked headed girl and her friends glaring at me. I was told by Aphmau that her name was Ivy. It suited her in a way. She had a sour attitude. I don't pay much attention to her as I turn to look ahead.

Both boys suddenly stop, I follow as well. I look to Garroth who was scanning the car park. He sighs and turns to Laurence and I.
"My moms here. I'll see you guys later." He says before he walks away. I wave after him. I turn back to Laurence.
"I was wondering if I could walk you home?" He says, staring at me. I grin and peek beside him.
"Sure. But if Zyler catches us and says 'no', then Aph's over there." He glances over his shoulder to where I was pointing. He turns back and scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Oh. You saw that." He says smiling, embarrassed. I nod smugly.
"I did. Nice recovery." I say as I walk to the front gate. He jogs up and walks beside me. He mutters an 'uh oh' when he sees who's standing at the front gate. I giggle a little.
"Oh Y/N there you are." Zyler says, eyeing Laurence. I pat his shoulder.
"He's fine. It's just today." I say reassuringly. He doesn't look convinced.
"Fine. But I'll be watching." He says intimidatingly. I see Laurence nod.

***

After about half an hour of walking and chatting, we made it too my house. Laurence looks down the street.
"Wow. You live close to Garroth and I." He says. I chuckle.
"I take it your going to Garroth's?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"Nah, I'm going home." He pauses and looks at me. "Actually. Would you like to go to the park later today? I'd love to see you again." He says, almost leaning closer. I think for a second.
"Sure. What time?" I ask. He smiles.
"Around 5." I nod. He runs a hand through his hair.
"See you then beautiful." He says, winking as he walked away. I shrug as I walk inside and jog up the stairs.

I flop on my bed and chuck my bag over to my desk. I hear someone run up the stairs and barge through my door.
"So, what happened." I don't even turn as I feel someone flop on the beside me. I look up to Romeo's upset frown. I half smile.
"Not much. But I am going to the park at 5." I say casually. He sighs.
"With him?" He asks, almost sounding like a disapproving father. I dryly laugh.
"With him."