#ill only be using these spellings while tagging my own posts though since 'shampoo' and 'mousse' are the most popular spellings

[yumedoca]

So yeah, 'Ranma 0.5' or something like that..

[zigbaby-blog]

You Got Me At Hello

Series: The Freshman

Pairing: Zig x MC (Vanny)

Author’s note: Hey! This is my first fanfic ever, with zero experience of prior writing. I was never really a books person, but having replayed The Freshman series made me fall in love with Zig all over again. I’ve been binge reading other fanfics and it came to me that I really wanna write my own, too! Pardon any grammatical mistakes, I’m only crossing fingers that my first post on a new blog gets noticed at all.

“VANNY!” Kaitlyn screamed as she stomped her feet down the hall, stopping short right before her door. “Get the hell up! It’s been three weeks since I saw you,” slamming her room door open, “even though we live in the same house!”

She forced her eyes open only to be invited by a ray of white light, almost blinding her. With her right arm raised, blocking the sunlight coming through the window, her free hand scrambled to search for her phone on the bed. “9AM?!” She sighed, “I was only 2 hours into my sleep...”

“C’mon,” Kaitlyn shrugged, “when are you ever going to come back to reality?” Bracing herself for the giddy spells, Vanny sat herself up, staring at a random corner to avoid facing her best friend - who was now sitting at the edge of her bed, arms crossed.

Rubbing both sides of her temple, she tried to recall. All that came to her mind was alcohol, dancing with strangers, getting herself sloshed and only returning home at daylight. That explains. That explains why nobody in the house have seen her for weeks. She was intentionally shutting herself out from everyone, determined to escape from all the shits constantly thrown at her.

Before she snapped out of her memory, Kaitlyn stood up and marched towards her wardrobe, picking out her go-to oversized tee and shorts. “Let’s go,” she jerked her chin, “I’m not letting you carry on with this routine.”

“But-“

“Move. Or I’ll ring up the boys and make them come back and lift you,” she frowned.

Ugh. She struggled to keep her balance as she stood up, fighting this immense headache. Just how much did I drink? She thought to herself.

———

Dragging her non-cooperative body and what felt like an hour walk, Vanny pushed open the cafe’s door. *Ding* As if the pain in her head wasn’t bad enough, the loud chattering from students on a Monday morning and the bell that sounded on each ready drink made it worse. “Vanny!” the group exclaimed. It’s Zack, Chris, Abbie and Tyler. The whole gang’s here, she had to pull herself together. Tucking her stray hair behind the ear, she forced a smile while walking to their table. “Hey guys, it’s been awhile, huh?”

They knew she was off, and didn’t probe about her disappearance.

Sleep deprived and still half-drunk, she wasn’t ready to catch up with the clique. She needed her caffeine fix, and it wasn’t until she joined the queue that she noticed the new barista. Wow. “Yeah, that’s what you missed since you were gone.” Kaitlyn grinned. “He’s totally checking you out by the way.” She stared a little longer before responding, “He must be thinking I look like a mess.”

It didn’t take long for the line to move until it was her turn. She looked up at the counter, welcomed by a smirk on his face. Damn. She felt her cheeks flushed before quickly pointing at the menu. “Espresso?” his round, husky voice was music to my ears. “Make it two,” Vanny muttered.

She inched forward to the collection point, eyes never left sight of this tanned, buffed guy making her coffee. He looked so good in his white t-shirt, revealing what seems like an owl tattoo on his biceps. “Enjoy your coffee,” he smirked again. She could’ve swore that brightened up her morning - until the door opened behind, feeling someone walk towards her back and deliberately knock against her shoulder.

“Sebastian,” Chris shouted, “apologize.” The whole gang stood up on their feet, knowing his ill-intentions. Vanny turned to Chris, shaking her head lightly, signalling that it wasn’t worth it to start a fight. The atmosphere became intensed. All the curious eyes were on the commotion happening right at the front of the store. Before she could open her mouth to speak, Sebastian grabbed her by her arm with so much force - she yelped.

At this point, it was clear that he was out to intimidate Chris. He wasn’t pleased with the presidential election, and she was the easiest target to hit. “Hey! Back off!” Chris shouted again, livid with rage. Feeling smug, Sebastian rebutted, “Oh? Is that all you’ve got?” Without releasing any strength, he held on to her arm and gave it an excruciating twist. Vanny writhed in pain, almost losing sensation.

“OWWW,” Sebastian cried, before a loud thud was heard. With her arm finally free, she gathered whatever energy she had to look up and see. It was the barista, his hands clenched into fists, knuckles began to bruise and swell. Astonished, Sebastian got up on his knees, ready to challenge him. Yet a strong tuck at his collar made him flee.

Everyone stood frozen, dumbfounded by the abrupt situation. Slowly, chatters began to fill the cafe again while Vanny’s friends circled her. “Are you okay?,” Chris examined her arm. “I apologize for getting you into this, Van.” Guilt showed up on his face. “It’s okay... Look, it’s functioning again.” She moved the arm marked with an obvious red handprint, pursing her lips into a faint smile. “You should probably go check on him too,” Abbie nudged her while looking behind the counter.

There he was, carefully shaking his knuckles that’s now badly bruised. “Hey, thanks for standing up for us.” Vanny said, as she stood before him while clutching onto her arm.

“I couldn’t possibly watch him hurt you and do nothing.”

Her heart softened, hearing those words from a stranger. The lack of security made her independent, she never knew what it was like to feel protected. “Let me help you,” she gestured to his wound. His eyes lightened up, surprised that she entered behind the counter. As the students slowly strolled to their classes, she hurried to ice his hands. Standing so close beside him, she could smell the minty fragrance from his shampoo. She must’ve taken a deep sniff before he pulled his hands back and turned away. I was dreaming about this guy, aren’t I?

Confused, Vanny was ready to leave before she felt the touch of his fingers on her waist. “Wait,” he stopped her, “you’re hurt too.” She can’t help but scream inside, heart racing at how attentive this tough-looking guy is.

He was so near, chest-facing her while he gently took care of her arm. His heavy breathing made her relaxed. She pointed to his name tag, “Zig, huh?”

“Zigmund. Zig for short,” he took a quick glance at her reaction. “You?”

“Vanessa. My friends call me Vanny.” She grinned.

Finishing up with a cold pat, he lifted her arm and shook it with his own hand, “Fancy meeting you.” His trademark smirk so irresistible, it wasn’t until Kaitlyn waved at her from the table that she realized lines had formed at the counter. “I gotta go,” she tip-toed and whispered into his ears. He turned to meet her gaze, seemingly heard the reluctance in her tone. “Come look for me anytime, I’ll be here.”

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