❝JE SUIS TA FLEUR❞ ⁝ JJBA Prt. 3
𝓙.ean Pierre Polnareff × Fem! 𝓡.eader
╰─►⚠️ In this book there will be scenes of assault, paranoia, & mentions of stalker.
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▬▬ "EVELYN YOU FUCKING WHORE!" An angry girl's voice boomed from the hallway.
The H/C haired girl who had dove into her duvet last night merely stirred in her sleep. She was too tired to deal with her dorm mates, so she ignored the noise, despite knowing fully well that the attempt would be futile. The girl lulled back to sleep for a short while and as expected someone broke down her door.
The door was slammed open, very loudly, then a scuffle of footsteps followed. Later on, the scuffle got louder, followed by people rolling all over her dormitory. Y/N kept her eyes shut, but she silently swore that if they got any louder she was going to steal both of their kneecaps.
"BELAINE FORGIVE ME!" The other girl pleaded, most likely crawling away from Belaine.
However, she didn't fulfill her threat because Belaine was already planning to do the job for her.
Now, all she had to do was wake up, unfortunately.
There was no point in trying to sleep anyway, it was too noisy in her room and she didn't want to risk waking up with a deep wound etched into her face.
The girl forced her body awake. She sat up and stretched her sleepy muscles to wake them up, but her muscles were barely sober. Her bones cracked here and there, but the sleepiness she felt didn't vanish. But this wasn't anything new. All she needed was a cold shower to wake herself up and a cup of coffee as well.
While stretching, the girls who were quarreling in L/N's room transformed her dorm into an MMA ring while turning their fight into a full out catfight- more like a cat war, actually.
"Good morning, time to start the day..." The H/C-haired girl said to herself. The tired girl was slightly hoping she would get encouraged from that statement, and she silently hoped that she'd get everything done on her to-do list for today.
The newly awoken girl was seen sluggishly grabbing the materials she needed to shower. Once she had collected all of them, she made her way to the exit. She was about to leave her chaotic room scot-free but, someone just had to grab her ankle.
This leads her to kiss the floor once again, how romantic.
The university student swore that one day, one day, she wouldn't be surprised if she woke up to the idea that she married the floor. For her entire life, she swore that the floor was the only thing that kept stealing a kiss from her while "catching" her. A cliche moment shared and repeated more than once, slightly annoying, but the string of faith loved to play with her.
"Y/N help me! Belaine is trying to kill me for eating her macaroons." Someone cried, but their pleas didn't sway the tired girl.
"Not gonna lie, you deserve that," L/N murmured, knowing that Belaine would drag her into the mess if she didn't side with the burgundy haired girl.
Her eyes were looking directly at Evelyn, who was on her knees as if begging for Y/N's mercy. Did she look like a God to her or something? Well, the girl wished she was, but she doubted she was one or would become a god herself.
"I just wanted to let you know, I'll eat your red velvet cake if you don't help me." The ponytail haired girl threatened but her voice gave away her desperation to be saved. In spite of that, she didn't know what the H/C haired girl had up her sleeve.
"Bold of you to assume I have enough money to buy one." The university student smugly shot back, which left the jade haired girl jarred and scared.
And with the girl's poor state and honesty, she left to her own devices while the two girls made up with each other, in their own way. When the tired girl felt like she was reborn from the pits of the cold shower room and after changing, she immediately made a beeline to her classes for the day while carrying her big and heavy backpack.
When Y/N's classes ended, she forced her ass into the library, then studied a bit of Philosophy and answered some worksheets. Once the H/C haired girl felt like she understood the lesson, she closed her textbooks and notes then heaved a tired sigh.
The university student didn't do much, but from the extensive hours of sitting down and trying to prevent herself from sleeping, her body felt so worn out.
Out of boredom, her eyes drifted towards the ceiling above her. The university student was pooped as hell. Although this has been her routine for the past three years, she couldn't help but wish something eventful would happen.
Her whole routine was so repetitive and mundane that she's even willing to commit a crime to make it more exciting. Regrettably, the only thing exciting in her life was the stress from projects and the annoying customers she had to handle back in the flower shop.
When the librarian began announcing he would close the library, the girl hurriedly scooped her things then left the library. Before leaving the university, the H/C-haired girl hastily stuffed her things into her bag then sprinted towards the gate. L/N presumed that since she overstayed in the library that probably meant she was late for her shift.
A few minutes or so, she arrived in front of Mrs. Gonzales' flower shop. The university student walked in and began dropping off her stuff in the back, then she wrote on the record book about what time she came in while leaving her signature and printed name on its desired column.
The girl moved at the front and greeted her boss along with new and old customers who were checking out the sample bouquets and the fresh batches of flowers. Since none of them were calling her over, she began cutting off the thorns of the roses and the ones with long stems whilst mentally planning out the bouquets she had in mind.
Later on, a muscular man with silver hair- that looked like a standing baguette -strolled into the flower shop. He looked strange and somewhat handsome, but Y/N couldn't pinpoint what made him strange and handsome. It was probably the way he dressed? Or the way his face looked? Either way, the stranger piqued her interest, and she kinda wanted to get to know him.
The H/C haired girl took it upon her anxious self to interact with the bizarre fellow.
"Good Afternoon Sir, what can I get for you?" The part-timer asked the new customer, however it seemed like the male was too deep into his thoughts.
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