Weirdo

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I hope you guys like this chapter! It's got a bit of Y/N's backstory in it. Only a little, and it's kind of vague, but still.

Also, if there's a phrase in (parenthesis), then it's just an A/N. I'll use it to tell people conversions of measurements. I'll use the imperial system in normal text and in the A/N, I'll say it in the metric system.

Harrison's P.O.V.

She's asking if I'm okay? She's the one bleeding out of her leg!

I tell her, "Yeah. I'm good."

Her walk was rhythmic and hypnotic. Not missing a beat as she marches to sound that she was power itself. It was yet another charming feature of her. She held her head up proud as she continued her march.

I ask her, "How about you?".

She turns to me and gives me a slight smile. "Yeah. I'm good."

She turns her head to face forward. She slowly began to stop looking so happy. I gulp. This is it. This is when I end up becoming a loser again. This is when nobody will ever talk to me ever again. What was I thinking? My thoughts stop as we get to the tent.

Y/N opens the tent up and motions me in. I nervously dragged myself into the small tent. Y/N walks in and closes the tent up behind her.

I stand just a few feet from the middle. Y/N stays in front of the tent 'door'.

She turns to look at me with a deadpan expression. Her face was devoid of expression and compassion. Her eyes stopped glimmering as she stares at me. I look back, occasionally blinking and looking around the tent to avoid eye contact. Neither of which Y/N did.

Instead, she stood with her knees locked straight. Her body was straight and held up as if she was in the military listening to orders.

I don't know what is happening or what she is trying to do. My stomach starts to feel queasy. Like someone was squeezing it. After about two or three minutes, Y/N sighed.

My stomach stopped churning as my eyes looked at her. Y/N's head was hung low. Her shoulders were slouched forward as she bent forward. Her knees were locked straight as her body seems to look like it was about to fall over. It stayed up though.

She slowly pulled herself up like an animatronic on a stage turning on after a break. Her eyes still lacked emotion, but I could see a hint of pain as she spoke, "I used to be a weirdo."

Y/N begins to slowly walk towards me, dragging her feet on the dry soil. She stopped herself about 2 feet away from me (About 0.6 meters). Her head tilted up to face me, but her body remained bent forward.

She tells me, "I used to be the one people don't talk to. The one people would actively avoid. The one that people would see and run from. The one that would be made fun of for everything they've done."

I walk up to Y/N and place my hand on her shoulder. She continues, "I know how it feels to have people against you. How it feels to be scared. How it feels to be hurt. Mentally, psychologically, physically."

I note that she held her cheek as she spoke.

She gasps for air between every sentence. Her voice begins to shake as she tries not to cry. She brings her head down. "I see you and I see me. I don't want you to be me though. I want you to be happy. I don't want you to be alone. I want to make sure you don't get made fun of. I want to see you make friends. You and I have only known each other for like 3 days, but I can already tell."

"I don't want to see you hurt the way I was."

Oooo. Angst. I'll give more of her background later in the story. It's set in stone what it is, but I wanna see what you guys think! What type of background do you think Y/N came from?