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freeluigihesbae · 2 months ago

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𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 - 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 4

(2,679 words)

part 1, part 2, part 3

summary:

luigi fell in love with you for those sparkling eyes where his dreams of falling in love first came true. but how did it happen?

𝗍𝗐: 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍-𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍??

Sleep overtook you quickly, bringing the next morning.

You roll over on the bed until you realize most of your body is hanging off of the bed and you nearly save yourself before needing another cast for your other leg. Groaning, you drag your phone off of the phone stand before your eyes go wide.

There are texts, calls, post notifications all mentioning you. You scramble to open your eyes, blinking and ruffling your sheets to sit back against the bed scrolling through the 30, 40 banners all relating to you somehow.

You're confused about what's happening because you aren't one to drown yourself in controversy. Anything worth talking about in your life was kept in a tight bubble between yourself and and the people who were involved in the said situations.

You're unsure of what to select first, but instinct tells you to check your regular messages and you eyebrows furrow as you read through the texts.

This was going to be a terrible morning.

Classmates, acquaintances, and even close friends were badgering you about how you could dare to fuck Luigi when Ash was dating him.

But hold the fuck up because Ash and Luigi weren't dating.

And you and Luigi didn't fuck, much less kiss.

A smear campaign, you understand, is now being used to tear into your nonexistent reputation which wouldn't be so hurtful and impactful if it weren't for the choice words people had for you.

People are calling you a slut, homewrecker, telling you that you deserved to have a broken leg and a cast on, among an ocean of insults they could possibly they could come up with.

Tears prick your eyes and finally, roll out in waves when you see people from your closest friend group blindly following the train, throwing words at your pride like you're not a human being... just like them.

You fold into yourself, cowering in a fetal position in pain. Life was already unbearable with your cast which stopped you from doing the things you loved and now, everyone's eyes and words were on you for something you didn't even do. You pick up your phone, sobbing as you read through the texts and the apparent screenshots that were proof Luigi was cheating on Ash with you.

Your eyes widen as your sobs grow even louder - how were you going to deal with this? You had exams today that you could not miss or else every instinct in you was grabbing at the idea of being able to skip classes for a a day and deal with the drama later. You couldn't avoid the ugly things in life forever but it seems in this case, you couldn;t even avoid it for a day.

Or an hour, because that's all the time you had left before your biology exam was starting. You stare at the time, dreading the reactions people would give when they saw you walk in before dragging yourself off of the bed to take an exam.

Interestingly, you felt prepared this entire time until people called you unworthy and that's when everything seemed to fly out of your mind and allow doubt to replace it all.

Luigi is storming through the hallway, ignoring all the chatter and intrusive eyes watching him through the lens of a cruel, fabricated lie. It's hard when people are dropping a cheater and asshole when he's walking through the hall where previously, everyone wanted to be his friend.

Of course, he never accepted. But it was a vision to see how quickly everyone changed.

Luigi finds the spot and turns to walk into the empty classroom, and to his satisfaction, there's Ash, making out with the next victim she managed to bag to satiate her bruised ego. He walks up and pulls them both by their arms and throwing them out of the classroom.

"Hey what the fuck?" Ash yelps, having been nearly thrown out

This classroom was her usual make out spot, and this is something he knew because she had bragged about it one time when they were hanging out, even flirting and suggesting he could join her.

He remembers telling her that he was good and that she was great at joking, but it didn't change the fact that she exposed a certain truth he was going to take full advantage of.

Both Ash and the guy trip over each other, scrambling to fix their clothes as they're laying on the floor, trying to find their balance

"HEY EVERYONE!" Luigi screams into the busy hallway before he watches everyone's eyes turn to focus on him. "I'm glad that I have everyone's attention." Luigi is panting but still clasps his hands together, watching everyone make a circle around Ash and the poor guy, their eyes widening as everyone starts to look at them.

Student start walking towards Luigi and the commotion, awkwardly giving each other looks as everyone murmurs about what could possibly going on.

"Luigi stop." Ash hisses and Luigi looks back, giving her empty eyes while motioning for the guy to leave and he most certainly does.

"Every single person in this room that had the audacity to stare at ME," Luigi starts off with his voice booming, on the edge and about to crack from anger. "Just because someone-" He turns back to look at Ash, who is entirely guilty with her lipstick smudged and hair messed up as much as she tries to hide it, cowering when everyone gets closer.

"Someone like her decided to make up a fucking lie and smear someone who I love doesn't mean you all have to believe it. If I may enlighten you, I just found her making out with some rando," and to this, Ash stands up, wiping her lipstick off with her sleeve before entering into a screaming match.

"You can't prove that Luigi!" Her posture screams disdain, hands in fists at her side as she feels herself about to cry, resolve shaking with every passing minute she's humiliated in front of the crowd.

"Some random guy who was her victim to inflate her huge ego that all of YOU are feeding." Luigi ignores her cries and observes the crows, quietly listening to him as he speaks.

"So for those of you letting shit fall from your mouth to say anything about someone I love, let me tell you, that the premise upon you have been doing is false. Wrong. Unfounded. Nasty. Disgusting." Luigi wants to keep going, but it's useless when he knows some people won't change.

Some people will change.

And others don't care.

"If any of you dare to lay a hand on her, I'll ki-" "What is going on?"

A university administrator is hastily making his way and everyone gets the cue, leaving and scurrying in all directions.

Ash is left in the middle, fending for her shame because before she knows it, Luigi is gone and the hallway is deserted as if nothing ever happened.

You walk in, dreading the eyes and judgement that will hang in the air. You know what your campus is like - everyone eats up the gossip and believes it because they have nothing better to do.

It's unfortunate the gossip involved you and the hottest guy on campus, who you're sure is in love with you.

You push the doors open, clutching your books to your chest thanks to some last minute studying. You keep your chin, walking with faux pride past the waves of students in the building but strangely enough, nobody says a word with their lips or eyes.

It makes you gain some courage to look around and you realize that everyone is averting your gaze, staring at the ground and stealing glances with their friends next to them. A certain suspense fills the air around you, as your grip on your book loosens and you're feeling more at ease, a strange phenomenon you didn't think the day would bring you to experience.

You sigh, forcing an exhale before checking your watch.

8:58am

Two minutes early for your exam, you turn the corner into the classroom and hastily take a seat, looking forward to the blank paper that will stare at you as you stare at it too.

At least something would occupy you for the next hour and a half. It also wouldn't judge you.

You finish the exam, realizing a friend of yours is sitting next to you. Fear grips at your throat as you head turns slowly to take in her side profile, gulping as everyone else is chattering away quietly.

"How was the exam? Not too hard?" You give a small smile, hoping that she'll respond and reassure your fears. She keeps her eyes trained on her phone below her, but you can tell she heard by the way her jaw flexes and her typing slows down. You feel your heart fall a bit, trying again.

"Hey, Em, did you hear me or...?" You swallow hard, regretting even trying but also grappling with the disappointment that rumors had spread so far.

Em, or Emma, turns around to face you before looking at your with something mixed between a sneer and anger.

"You and your fucking boyfriend are such drama queens." She shakes her head while scowling and you shift back, confused about what she's referring to. "What do you even mean?" You lean in again, asking her for clarification.

She finally turns her entire body around, putting her phone down.

"Listen, I don't know why you still stuck with the guy who rejected Ash when she's our closest friend. To make it all worse, Luigi dragged Ash out into the middle of the hallway and humiliated her for making out with some random guy. He's not as cool as I thought he was..." She trails off before squinting her eyes and looking at you, a sense of betrayal painting her face.

"You're just a loser. You're a traitor and it just makes you and Luigi the perfect pair." She gives a haphazard smirk before turning back around. You feel anger bubble up before your voice is slightly raised.

"First of all, I didn't know it was Luigi. After I did, I realized he was in the right for rejecting someone he didn't want and didn't like because he has free will. Third, you're manipulating and turning this on me." Em turns back around before giving a quick glance around the room and responding.

"Nobody cares about the facts. You two are the fucking idiots here and Ash is still hurt-" "Is that why she was making out with a new guy?" You fire back at Em instantly and she scoffs.

"Is that why no-one asked you out for homecoming?" Em shouts at you and your eyes widen.

"Yeah, that's right. Everyone in this room has a homecoming date except for you. I do, Ash does, everyone does. Except for you. And there's a good reason why. You are so fucking lame and I hope you know that you are most certainly alone." Em gets up and out of her chair before walking out of the classroom and you dare to turn around and there it is.

Those piercing, empty eyes looking at you like you're the scum of the Earth, impossibly swayed by Em's stupid words. Unable to handle the tension, you grab your stuff and walk right out of the doors you walked in, ignoring the insults hurled your way.

It's a grueling walk back to your apartment because all you can replay is that single conversation, hankering after your sanity. It was a strange fight you were watching and going through: a foolishness people were insisting to keep within them because it was convenient to go with popularity over logic.

It shouldn't be your issue. It shouldn't be hurting this much, but what can you do?

There are already broken pieces in you and when those aren't healed in time, an attack only makes it worse.

You check the time and it's a few minutes away from noon. A smile graces your face, despite the tears, remembering Luigi had left a note for you - interest piques interest as you find yourself limping a bit faster and trying to get back to your apartment.

The raw-ness of the weather is welcoming alongside the wonder of what Luigi had in store for you. The weather wasn't here to increase the speed of its wind or the intensity of its heat because you may or may not have done something wrong. It was there to sculpt a landscape and mind its business until the planet ceased to exist.

Luigi represented something similar to you. He was so effortlessly charming and that even though you hadn't ventured into that territory, he seemed like the kind of person who'd be impervious to bad judgement.

You reach your apartment door, slightly crestfallen at seeing nothing there. You check your phone and realize you haven't gotten any messages from him either, leading the dread to settle in your chest again.

You step inside, hoping something else is going on. Your head is pounding anyway, the stress of the drama and pain from your leg unrelenting in their rote routines of impacting your happiness. Unfortunately, though, everything seems to hurt more now that Ash has messed up everything.

How unfair, you think, that you wake up to only be insulted after an exam and see the person you like not follow through with what you thought was a adorably intricate way to maybe propose to you for homecoming.

You drop your bags and throw your head back on the bed, unable to wait for something to happen. Right now, you had to make something.

You shoot a text to Luigi, hoping conversation would blossom.

You: Hey you probably saw everything that's going on. Just want to check in on you - I'm sorry about Ash. I can't believe she's doing this.

You hit deliver, letting every second irrationally break your heart more because he has to respond immediately. You know that's not right - he needs at least a few second to read your messages, then to think a about his response, type it, and then send it. It wasn't anything easy, talking to another person.

You let out a little gasp when it changes to read.

Luigi: I don't want to talk.

Your eyes widen and fat tears drop from your eyes. Did you do something wrong? Your heart rate speeds up as you re-read the message, your eyes darting in the same line over and over again. Your blinking becomes frantic as you clutch your head, wondering if this was real.

You and Luigi were equal victims, so what made him think this was anyhow easier for you than it was for him?

Because it wasn't and honestly, he's making it harder right now.

You shouldn't text him back. You shouldn't indulge in his choice to be an asshole.

But?

You: Did I do something wrong?

The response is instant.

Luigi: I said I don't want to fucking talk. Don't you get it?

There it is. You were warned by your conscience just a few seconds prior, and now you proved to yourself again that it was better to listen to your rational mind than your emotional side.

There it is.

You give up, burying yourself in your blanket and replaying what Em said. How could you be so stupid? Everyone had a date for homecoming and your one chance to maybe go out with Luigi was all gone. How could you blame him, after all, when everyone copes differently?

But then the darker, more painful thoughts. You're asking yourself all these questions with the assumption that Luigi isn't upset with you.

What if he is, and he just regrets ever meeting you? Isn't that what's happened to you before?

Yes, and this time, your rational mind goes quiet.

Your emotions say that he's probably disappointed, so you quell any happiness and hope you had and have to cry yourself to sleep.

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