Inspiration: Personal experiences ⚠️Written on my phone⚠️ — I sat in the lunch room at Gotham Academy, gently tugging at the hem of my skirt I stared down at my plain black trainers.
"Are you okay Y/N?" F/N asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied.
"Okay." She sounded unconvinced but ignored it and started gossiping about how Damian Wayne broke up with E/N (enemy's name) over the summer.
Turning back to my uninterested face she asked in a concerned tone, "You sure? Are you sure you're okay? You seem out of it today."
"I'm fine F/N, I'm going to go I have gym. I don't like getting ready with all the other girls in there." I answer.
"Okay, well I need to get to my locker anyway."
And with that we both part ways.
— "Alright imbeciles we're play dodgeball. Team leaders are Damian and E/N, choose your teams." Coach Lollipop said.
"Lady's first." Damian said to E/N.
After choosing there teammates I was stood by myself, "I'm not taking her! You can." E/N said.
"Okay." Damian said a very pale blush appeared on his face.
Walking over to his side of the gym room the game began. Quite quickly Damian wipes out the other team leaving us all shocked.
I stood at the back of the room avoiding the dodgeballs Damian wasn't catching.
"E/N get in there!" Coach Lollipop yelled.
A red ball rolled in front of me. Reaching down to pick up the ball I threw it in no particular direction.
"E/N you're out!" Lollipop shouted.
Looking forward with a shocked expression everyone stared at me with the same face. All but Damian who had a small, proud smirk playing on his lips.
"Watch yourself Y/N!" She threatened before walking away.
— It was the second break of the day and I was sat outside the back of the school stuck with horrible thoughts that wouldn't shut up, they were circling around my brain.
I held my hands up to my ears trying to stop the voices. Those voice. The same ones who wouldn't shut up. They need to just shut up.
I felt tears fall onto my lap with a thump.
"Are you okay L/N?" A muffled voice asked, "L/N?" They asked again but this time it sounded clearer.
Looking up I saw a pair of forest green eyes which reflected the sun. Sitting down next to me Damian asked again, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I said turning away from his gaze.
"You don't seem okay." He pointed out.
"Oh well." I said.
Gods I just wanted this kid to leave me alone, "Why are behind here anyway?" I ask in a slightly rude tone.
"Avoiding E/N. She wants to get back together with me and won't stop asking me." Damian explained, "Why are you back here?"
"Trying to get some peace and quiet." I answered honestly.
— From that point on everyday during second break Damian and I would meet behind the school and mostly sit in silence enjoying the quiet.
After a while I stopped meeting him, I was catching feelings. Feelings I didn't like.
Last time I liked someone I told them. Things happened, things I wasn't comfortable with, things that I didn't agree to. I didn't want that to happen again so I decided I'd never get that close to someone again.
Lying on the sofa of my parents house I stared at the ceiling in complete silence.
A knocked sounded at the door.
Looking through the peep hole I was saw the same green eyes I had fell for over the last couple of weeks.
Opening the door I peeked outside, "Can I help you?"
"L/N why have you stopped meeting with me? Has E/N threatened you? Am I boring?"
"Because I have, no and no." I answered Damian.
"Um, can I come in?" He asked politely.
"Sure." I said opening the door all the way allowing him to enter.
We both sat in the sofa awkwardly staring at the coffee table.
"So, L/N I've been meaning to ask you something." Damian said unsure of himself.
I felt anxiety fill my stomach and thoughts of paranoia fill my head.
"What is it?" I choked out.
"I've been meaning to as if you'd go out with me. As in a date." He confesses.
"Um..." my breathing became heavier and shorter as past memories danced about in my head, "Sorry but I can't."
"Oh, okay. I should be going now." He let himself out.
— A/N: "Not all stories have a happy ending."
Even writing this I felt my own anxiety build in my chest and make it so I can't breath steadily.
I doubt there will be a part two to this.
-M
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Can we just establish that this person has been arguing with me for almost a week because I am unable to provide a height for the reader in the 'Munchkin' chapter. I have explained that I don't know the readers height because I never thought of it originally all I know is that they're taller than a 10 year old.
