Where We're Meant To Be (Oneshots)

Fight Me

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age: 17
pov: 3rd
type: angst
warnings: lots of pov switches
extra: reader is a male !

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Y/n L/n, always known as the quiet kid. No one talks to him. And when they do, it's asking to fight him.

Why? Why would you want to fight Y/n, you might be asking.

Rumours say that Y/n fought someone in middle school, and beat the living daylight out of them. Rumours say that they didn't get out of the hospital for months.

That's the second biggest thing Y/n regrets ever doing. What's the first, you might be asking? Well, a couple months ago...

Y/n

I get up, brush my hair and get dressed. Walking out of my room and about to walk into the kitchen—I get stopped.

Not my fucking dad again. He reeks of alcohol. The fucks his problem?

"Don't give me attitude!"

"I didn't even say anything!" I protest, glaring daggers into his soul. "What's your problem?" I mumble.

"My problem, is you! You know mom would still be here if it wasn't for you. You stupid, rotten boy!" I then suddenly felt pain in my stomach, did the dude really have to knee me?!

"I-I know!" I muster out in pain. "You've told me a million times. I can't change the past, (dad's name). Why don't you understand that?!" I raise in my voice.

He was about to hit me again but I push past him, I quickly put on my boots and bolt out the door—knowing he wouldn't come get me.

I let out a long sigh. "Wish things went back to how they used to be." I mumble to myself as I start walking to school.

School was normal. No tests, nothing eventful. School is honestly really boring. It's probably because no one talks to me.

"Y/n! There you are."

Not this kid again.

"Come on, fight me! Bet you won't. You don't have the guts."

everyday now this kid's asked me.

"You guys hear that? I think it's a chicken!"

I sigh, I stopped dead in my tracks, which he does too. The wind was loud today.

"I'm not going to fight you."

I hate fighting. I hate it so much. Why did I fight that day. Why?

"Just fight me, L/n!" He pushed me, almost pushing me onto the road.

The road!

I suddenly felt anger rise in me. "Don't fucking push me, Maxwell!" I yell back.

"Then fight me, Y/n." Max got all close up in my face, he was the same height as me. I felt his breath on my face.

"No."

"C'mon. Else' I push you again! Maybe you'll get hit by a car, and cause a car crash!"

My eyes widen, and adrenaline kicks in. I push him to the ground, and kick him.

We suddenly break into a fight. "Fucking finally! Let's see what you've got, Y/n."

I got hit a couple times in that fight, but it ended with me winning. He was on the ground, a black eye. Bleeding nose.

"Did Max just get beat?! No way! By who?"
"Max? The best fighter in our school?"
"Wait.. is that.."

I ignore the voices and people around me. I stare at the boy. I didn't care anymore if I fought. I rather my father dead anyway. Not like he'd come looking for me, like mom did anyway.