𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍.
━━━ ❛ WARNING ━━━ YOU
CAUGHT FEELINGS! ❜
extended summary inside.
season three. book 01 / 02 of Everyone
wants to be a hero.
plot creator ━━━ @/wcnchstr
published ━━━ seventeen. sixth. twenty-eig...
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chapter fourteen.
HIS PENCIL BOUNCES off the table repeatedly the noise echoing inside the silence in the classroom, the bell rings fracturing the spell he was in, smoky eyes glances to the students writing rapidly on their pages. His eyes drawn to the door squeaking open his heartbeat started racing but Arthur couldn't under why. He rubs the back of his neck, nothing looks out of place.
But staying in his seat with the door left open is giving him chills, goosebumps rise on his skin like he's being watched but he couldn't see anybody beyond the darkness. He pushes back his seat ands stands, fingers latch his wrist keeping him in place.
"This is really pathetic, Arthur." A familiar voice confesses, shaking their head.
Arthur frowns, spinning on his heel, "Scott? What's going on?"
"C'mon, think for once instead of relying on other people." Scott scowled, his lips twisting in a snarl nails digging into his skin yanking him closer.
His eyebrows crease fighting a wince. "I don't." Arthur replies. He's not the smartest but he figures things out on his own and hearing try to use his fears against him sucks. Tugging his wrist is hopeless because of Scott's iron tight grip. "Let me go."
"I'm surprised your mother still keeps you around after what you done." Scott muses, eyes glaring into his with amusement.
His heart thumps faster and his palms turn moist ignoring all the memories trying to resurface, he doesn't have time for this. The door is still open but something is wrong with Scott. "Let me go."
"Make me." Scott taunts, chocolate brown shifting into a maroon red momentarily. "I'm trying to help you, you're a burden."
Arthur inhales sharply and demanded, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm just being honest." Scott replies, his signature goofy smile on his lips but this time it wasn't warm, it froze his skin to the bone. "Nobody wanted to hurt fragile, Arthur, after he nearly died, again."
"Shut up." His nails no longer due into skin, the last thing he needs is Scott taunting him especially in a classroom full of listening students who can hear his insecurities.
"Can't you defend yourself?" Scott inquiries, his eyes squinting, "We're sick of fighting your battles."
"I don't need you to fight my battles." He grumbles, pulling harder. "Let me go, Scott, let me go!"
