blue | lookism x reader [DISCONTINUED]

Twenty-one

21. Is this where your suffering has led you?

Nostalgic eyes look back at you, surprise and shock swirling in the same pools. Eli Jang, what a mischievous bastard, what were the chances of you two being at the same high school? You've been here for like, what?- a whole month? Yet the two of you haven't even bumped into each other once.

You understand that the classrooms are close opposites of each other, but really?

What were the chances that the two of you have never bumped into each other till now?

Was he avoiding you?

God, you wouldn't blame him.

(But you're thinking about it too much. If you haven't seen him yet, there's a high chance he hasn't seen you. And looking at the hoard of girls, he looks like he must always have his hands full.)

"Y/n, are you okay?"

"Huh? Of course I am!" You look down, smiling, "But can you let me down please? I need to go to the toilet and I'm sure you must be getting tired."

Vasco isn't convinced, and only lets you down once he's travelled the distance to the toilets. He lets you go, waiting outside (he would go in with you but the curse of his manhood stops him).

Vasco has no idea what is going on. All he knows is that, suddenly, you're unhappy, and he slaps himself, two large red hand prints burning on the sides of his cheeks as he moves his hands away.

He doesn't know why you're unhappy! But to make you feel better, he's going to take you on the best date ever! Whatever a date is.

———

You sit on the lid of the toilet, checking the time on your phone so you can try and time your breakdown so you won't leave Vasco just hanging outside for too long and worry about you.

But Eli. Eli fucking Jang.

God- don't get me wrong, you're so, so glad to know he's alive and doing well (?). When he disappeared, all you could do was wonder. All of you could only do that, what other option was there?

Then again, you wonder how Sally and Warren are doing. You honestly just stopped talking to them after a while, weaned off with weeks and days of reluctant small talk that's faded into the silent conclusion of your communication.

You just couldn't take it.

You where heartbroken when Sally's dear house was taken away from her, when your and everyone else safe space was stolen by shady adults and an unnamed bandit (you never really did learn Olly was the culprit) you were always too focused on the fact that a home was stolen from you that day.

But couldn't take it when Heather died and how, after her death, you all became the family you had tried so desperately to run away from in the first place.

(You didn't been have enough time to say goodbye to Heather. You could only touch her cold dying hands)

You cup a hand on your upper left thigh, letting your fingers trace the rough skin of your tattoo. A capital H on your leg.