Just Pretending: Gregory of Yardale x Reader

Chapter Three

*Greg's P.O.V.*

I went to my first period class as usual. I scanned the room to see that Stan and his friends were already there. At the moment, things between us were civil, but I didn't think he knew of Wendy secretly talking to me. It was so easy for me to see that she was with the wrong person. Wendy also sat by them, but she avoided my gaze.

Luckily, Christophe was already in here as well. We were the only two foreign exchange students to still be at the school, so it was only natural that we flocked together, even if he was called the Mole.

"Hey dude," Chris greeted as I sat down next to him.

I gave him a nod as I sat down behind him. He started talking about something rather irrelevant, and I pretended to listen. My eyes were more focused on the dark-haired girl who sat on Stan Marsh's desk.

This is absolutely ridiculous. He didn't have anything over me. He might have been the quarterback, but I played defense and was one of the best ones. Not to mention, I literally have an accident.

"Greg!" Chris shouted, getting my attention.

I pulled myself away from my thoughts and looked back to him, "yeah?"

"Dude, are you even listening?" Chris asked.

I glanced back to Wendy who mad slight eye contact with me. I gave her a subtle nod, still ignoring Chris.

"Yeah, sorry dude, I'm going to run to the bathroom before class starts," I mumbled to him before getting up.

Chris mumbled something under his breath, but I didn't really care what it was. All that mattered was that as I got up to leave the room, I could feel a pair of beautiful brown eyes follow me out.

I waited down the hall by my locker, trying to look busy. The hallways were starting to clear out as class was about to start. However, I spotted Wendy at the end of the hall coming out of the classroom. We made eye contact, and we both went towards the janitor's closet, where we had met many times before.

When I got to the closet, I went in to see Wendy sitting on one of the buckets, looking distressed.

"Wendy..." I calmly said to her, keeping my arms open for a hug.

I took a step towards her, and she stepped away.

"Wendy..." I said, the pain apparent in my voice.

"I've done a lot of thinking, Greg," Wendy calmly said. "We can't keep talking..."

Her voice was very quiet, and I could tell that she was hurting too. But why? Why was she doing this? Why was she choosing him?

"Stan...he's the one for me, and you are really great," she softly said. "I'm so sorry, but I'm picking him. I just can't lose him again—"

"But you can lose me?" I interrupted her, slightly losing my cool.

"Greg..."

"No, I'm sorry," I instantly apologized.

I looked down to her brown eyes, and I could see that she was fighting tears. She was only making the decision that she felt was right for her. I couldn't hate her for that. I just had to wait. I needed to wait for time to tell her that it wasn't the right choice, and I need to wait for her.

"It's okay, Wendy..." I told her. "I don't understand why you're picking him, but I get that you are making the right choice for you...I can't get in the way of that...but know, when things don't work out with him, I will be waiting for you."

"Greg..." Wendy sighed.

I took a hard swallow before pushing the words out of my mouth. "I'll see you around, Wendy."

As soon as I said it, my feet forced me out of the closet, leaving her behind. Before returning to class, I went to the bathroom quick to rinse my face with some cold water.

I then looked at the time. Class would start in two minutes. I let out a small, defeated sigh before I decided to go back to class- as if none of it happened.