Dilemma | A Chris Evans, Ransom Drysdale, and Steve Rogers x Reader Fanfic

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You silently groaned as you stared at the paper in front of you. Professor Lamina gave your class an assessment test to see what you all learned in high school economics, but your high school teacher sucked and you barely learned anything in that class.

So, to say you were struggling was an understatement. You were confused on one of the problems and raised your hand for help, but the professor was on the other side of the lecture hall helping another student.

However, you did catch Ransom's eye. He swiftly stood up from his seat and walked towards you. "Need help?" He asked, his voice almost at a low growl.

You gulped and nodded, "Yeah... I don't understand this question."

"What's your name?" He peered over your shoulder, whispering closely to your ear to not disturb the students around you.

His breath sent chills down your spine, "Y/N."

"Y/N," he repeated, "well, you see..." He began explaining the problem to you. You quickly glanced back at him to see his brows furrowed in concentration. He was truly knowledgeable in this subject. He made eye contact with you, "Got that?"

You nodded, "Uh, I think so." He was definitely intimidating, but he was extremely helpful. He explained the question to you in a specific way to make it more understanding, and he didn't give you the answer, which was nice. You wanted to be able to figure it out on your own.

"Good," he smirked and headed back to his seat. Before sitting down, he took one more look at you.

You brushed a hair out of your face out of nervousness. The way he was looking at you made you feel small and uncomfortable. He was nice, but he gave off bad vibes, and you weren't sure why.

You shrugged it off and started to work on the next couple of problems.

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The assessment test took all class period to finish. Professor Lamina told Ransom to stand by the door and collect all the papers before the students left. You tried to quickly pack up your belongings, but you accidentally knocked your pencil bag on the floor before you could leave.

You sighed and went to go pick everything back up, making you one of the last people in the lecture hall. A student was talking to your teacher, so you had no choice but to go up to Ransom alone.

He watched you climb up the stairs and gestured his hand towards you to give him your test.

"Thank you," you said before trying to leave as quickly as possible.

"Hey, Y/N." His cold voice struck at you.

You turned around slowly, scared of what he was going to say next.

"You know Chris, right?" He asked. You nodded in response, too scared to say anything out loud in case you stuttered. "Are you going to that party tonight?" You nodded again. "Cool. I'll see you there."

"Yep!" You awkwardly agreed and dashed out the building. You could hear his chuckles down the hall. 'How embarrassing!'  You thought. Chris and Ransom must be in the same grade, which makes sense. You shook the interaction out of your head and sighed in relief at the fact that the day was finally over. With that, you headed back to your room to get ready for the party.

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"Oooh! This color would look great with your hair!" Isabella rummaged through your clothes to help you pick an outfit for tonight. She continued to toss various clothing items your way as you desperately tried to put on the first outfit she picked out for you.

After what seemed like hours of trying on different clothes, you heard a knock on your door.

"Hey! It's Chris." The person who knocked announced.

"Shit!" Isabella ran to open the door, looking back to double check that you were fully clothed. She smiled at her masterpiece and opened the door, "We just have to finish our makeup. Give us 10 minutes?" She smiled sweetly.

Chris laughed, "Sure." He stepped inside and took a seat on your bed.

Isabella ran back to where you were sitting at her desk and took out her large makeup box. Almost every single item in it was Anastasia.

"Wow, are you sponsored by Anastasia or something?" You gaped at all the materials she brought out to accentuate your features.

She shrugged, "I guess you could say that." She leaned closer to you and whispered, "My grandma is Anastasia Soare. Shh!"

You tried to hold in your shock, "That explains your last name!"

She laughed, "I can give you some stuff if you'd like! Just don't tell anyone who I am."

You nodded excitedly and closed your eyes as she began putting foundation over your face. After a couple of minutes, she was done! Her makeup was already done, so the two of you and Chris started to head out.

The frat house was about 5 minutes away, so the three of you walked. Chris and Isabella seemed to get along well. Isabella's bubbly personality quickly matched Chris's outgoing side. You smiled at the two of them, knowing that you had a good friend group going on.

"We're here!" Chris stopped in front of a Victorian-styled house. It was only 8:30pm, and there were students out on the lawn wasted already.

"Yikes," you mumbled to Isabella as she giddily linked her arm with yours. With that, you, Isabella, and Chris walked into what would become the most interesting night of your life.