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sophiewritesworld · 4 years ago

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Drunk In Love | Montgomery de la Cruz

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Female!Reader

Word count: 2.3k words.

A/N: After a rather long writer block and many many translation projects since I got back to university, I am back folks ! I wanted to upload this a while ago but it didn’t satisfy me at all, so here is something I hope you’ll like. Give me feedbacks ! xx Sophia.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau said: "A drunk mind speaks a sober heart."

It was rare for you to drink past your limits. You only went past that line sometimes, and sometimes happened to be tonight.

Terrible timing.

The night that was supposed to be a girls' night turned into a high school reunion in the local bar of Evergreen when Montgomery, Zach and Justin decided to join you, Jessica and Sheri. But when the boys joined you, you were already a few drinks past your limit and needless to say that the alcohol took away all of your basic inhibitions, including your wish to keep your crush on Montgomery de la Cruz buried deep inside your heart and mind. You were a blushing mess whenever he looked at you or talked to you. “I think Imma call it a night, guys.” The moment you stood up was the exact moment your legs decided not to support your any longer and you almost fell on Monty who caught you right on time.

“Haven’t seen you drunk since that party in senior year (Y/N).” Zach laughed as you balanced yourself back on your feet.

You shook your head and moved your index finger in the air. “I’m not drunk, Dempsey...” But when you went to grab your purse and almost fell again. “Shit maybe I am.” You added resting your hand on Monty’s shoulder to remain on your feet.

“Alright, (Y/L/N), let’s get you home.” Montgomery moved to grab your purse for you and quickly got a hold on your waist before you fall again.

“Monty, you can stay, we’ll take a cab.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I live close to her place it’s fine.”

“Careful on the road, man.” Justin shouted as you both made your way out of the crowded bar. “Wait didn’t (Y/N) have a crush on him in high school?”

“She still does and she is more likely to say things she’ll regret tomorrow I’m afraid.” Jessica said before taking a long sip of her beer already apprehending your drunken words and it sure didn’t take long for you to start mumbling incoherent words on your way to Montgomery’s car.

After he got you in the car and fastened your seatbelt, he made his way to the driver’s seat. “Why did you drink so much?”

“I’m not dead ass drunk Monty…” Seeing him rise his eyebrows following your statement, you added. “Maybe just a tinyyyyyyy bit.” Silence fell in the car. Montgomery kept glancing every now and then at you to make sure you were not getting sick because of the car ride. “Monty?” You said after a moment.

“Hm?”

You looked at him, admiring his features despite your drunken state. “You have a pretty face, you know?”

“Well, thank you (Y/N).” He chuckled. Of course under the influence of alcohol, everything seemed funnier. But you were just being honest because you never had the courage to say anything like this before.

“How come you’re still single, hm?”

Montgomery smiled and threw a quick look at you. “I guess I haven’t found the right one just yet... or nobody wants me.”

You closed your eyes. “I do.” There was a small voice quietly nagging at the back of your mind, reminding you that you would regret your words the next day if you kept talking and that this whole thing had a high percentage of ending in a terrible way. But you were drunk, you were well beyond the point of caring about any repercussions. So you spoke again with your eyes still closed. “Because I like you... I prefer using the word like than love because it’s less scary to say and if I get rejected it’ll hurt less... I am not so sure about this last part because I have kept my feelings for you well hidden for all the time we have known each other and I would be totally heartbroken if what I am saying right now ruins our friendship. Not that we are the closest friends around town but you mean a lot to me.” One big paragraph without stuttering and being drunk? Well done. Sighing, you opened your eyes to look at him. All the courage you have been gathering for years coming to the surface all of a sudden. “Because I like you, my love life has been a complete disaster. I didn’t meet a lot of guys but the ones I met weren’t you...”

“(Y/N)... You’re drunk.”

“And I am being honest for once.” You sighed. “Why won’t you believe me, uh?”

Even with those honest words, Monty’s brain didn’t want to believe what you said unlike his heart which was beating like crazy inside his chest because he had a thing for you in high school or maybe he still did and he didn’t want to admit it because he thought you were far out of his league. “You won’t even remember what you’re saying tomorrow.”

“I will... I will remember all of it...” And it went silent in the car. An awkward silence you wouldn’t have been able to handle if you were sober. But there you were, drifting to sleep as Montgomery drove in the empty street of Evergreen after you confessed your feelings to him. Minutes later, Montgomery parked his car in your driveway. The sudden lack of movement of the car woke you up but you weren’t able to stand on your own, so he held you until you both reached your front door and finally your bedroom.

“Alright, here we go.” You crashed on the bed and pulled him down with you.

“Don’t leave me alone Monty.” You pleaded, loosely holding his shirt with both hands. “Please don’t.” Those last words came in a whisper before you closed your eyes and fell asleep in seconds result of your lack of energy mixed the generous amount of alcohol in your body. And he didn’t. He sat down on the edge of your bed, gently stroking your hair and thinking about what you said back in the car. How could you even say you liked him? He was a failure from the day his mother birthed him and would be until the day he would die, or so his father made him believe.

Montgomery didn’t make it to college. You did.

He started working in Tony’s garage right after graduating from Liberty because that was the only thing he could do right while you made it to Stanford and graduated top of your class. It surprised everybody when you decided to come back to Evergreen when you probably had better opportunities elsewhere in the country.

He was just a mechanic. You were the most brilliant lawyer in town.

You shouldn’t even think of him.

It took nothing for you to fall deeply asleep and you turned away from him, shifting under the covers and burying your face in the pillow next to you. Montgomery smiled at the sight of you before he silently left the room and settled on the couch downstairs, replaying the things you said in the car until he fell asleep himself.

From the pounding head and dehydrated feeling, you remembered the night before and the drinks you had with the girls when you opened your eyes. It felt like you had an axe planted in your head and your throat felt like sandpaper. Uh, you wished you were nineteen again. Hangovers were just getting worse over the years. Not that you were a big fan of alcohol in general. Ugh, why did you do this to yourself? At least the curtains were closed. Wait... You didn’t remember closing them before you left with the girls and most certainly didn’t do it when you came back home. Hold on... how did you come back home? Your eyes widened and you sat up on your bed quickly, forgetting about the nauseous feeling and the terrible headache when you remembered who actually brought you home. “Monty…” And everything came back to your mind. All of it. You looked down at yourself. You were still dressed in your clothes from the night before, only your shoes and jacket were missing. You threw the covers away and jumped out of bed, not bothering to check yourself in the mirror before you rushed downstairs straight to your kitchen from where a strong smell of coffee was coming. ‘Please let it be Jessica. Please let it be Jessica.’ And of course, it wasn’t her. It would have been too good.

Montgomery greeted you with a big smile. “Morning.”

“Hi.”

“You must have one hell of a headache.” He pushed a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers towards you on the counter. “Here take this first it’s gonna help.”

You hesitantly took a step inside the kitchen and without taking your eyes off him, you downed two pills with half of the water before you spoke. “You stayed...”

“Yeah, you asked me to.” He poured two mugs of coffee and slid one towards you before he sat on the stool facing you. “You alright (Y/N)?"

Should you ignore the fact that you spilled all of your hidden feelings to him the night before and act as if nothing happened? “I said a lot of things last night... right?” Well, obviously you wanted to embarrass yourself even more.

“You were drunk (Y/N), you didn’t know what you were saying. Don’t worry about it.”

Sighing, you pulled the mug between your hands as if you were hoping that the steaming coffee would give you some kind of help to speak and face what you said while drunk. “No... I mean yeah I was drunk but I was saying the truth.” The seconds following your words were probably the longest and during which you truly started regretting your words unlike last night. Maybe you should’ve considered just keeping your mouth shut and moving on.

“What-what are you trying to say (Y/N)?”

“I like you.” You paused. At this point, you might as well repeat yourself. “More than just a friend and I have for as long as we’ve known each other... Now you can believe me because I am very sober and fully conscious of what I am saying.” It felt like you were sixteen again, all shaky and nervous in front of the guy you liked for nearly a decade now.

Montgomery smiled, a soft and genuine smile, one you saw rarely but whenever you did, it always made your heart melt. “Really?” You nodded. “Me out of all the guys you can get?”

You winced, shaking and tilting your head to the side. “I don’t get anybody, trust me, Monty. My love life is as dry as my throat right now.” You took a long sip of your coffee.

“I thought you don’t like using the word love?” He grinned to which you responded by rolling your eyes and got another sip of your coffee which made him chuckle. You were really something different. “I like you too by the way.” He added which almost made you choke on your coffee. Montgomery wasn’t one to do feelings, you knew it.Hell, the entire town knew it.

“Say that again?”

"I like you, (Y/N)." He moved from his spot to stand in front of you, taking the mug out of your hands and making you look at him. “I mean I actually really, really like you.” It was the thing about the way he smiled that made your heart skip beats every single time. Including now. And the fact that he was standing just inches away from with a hand on your cheek wasn’t helping with your heartbeat. “I could even say that I am in love with you.”

“What did we say about the love word?”

“You said something. I didn’t.” Montgomery shot you his signature grin before his other hand moved to cup your face and he leaned in, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips but he stopped less than an inch away from your face, the perfect distance so you could feel his breath brushing your skin, almost in a teasing way. “I could make you change your mind, what do you think?” He whispered, looking down at your lips and sending shivers through your whole body. It felt like you were back ten years in the past, you felt like a teenager whose crush was openly flirting with her. The butterflies in your stomach. Your heart beating so fast inside your chest. Your cheeks felt on fire. And you were unable to say a word. So you just nodded as a response, suddenly feeling both fear and excitement rush through your veins.

Montgomery didn’t waste a second and immediately closed the small distance between you, pouring all the feelings he had for you for all this time into a soft and sweet kiss, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as your breaths mingled. It felt good. So good that you heart ached when he pulled away after a moment. “You know one kiss won’t change my opinion, de la Cruz, right?”

“I know...” Montgomery replied, his voice low and husky making your heart flutter. Then came that other kiss. The fiery and passionate one. The one that made sparks fly in every direction and the world slowly disappeared around you, taking the worries and troubles with it. The one that said more than words could ever. The one that lead you to end up in the warm bed you were alone in just minutes ago, breathless, wearing nothing but a smile on your lips. “Changed your mind yet?” He asked when you laid on your side to look at him.

“Maybe.” You grinned.

“You really are something else.”

“It wouldn’t be love if it was this easy, uh?”

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roseyserpents · 6 years ago

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Back To You

Pairing: Scott Reed x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, fighting, alcohol

Characters: Scott Reed, Sheri Holland, Montgomery De La Cruz, Bryce Walker, Zach Dempsey

Word count: 1,757

Summary: You and Scott take a break but you find yourself wanting him back

A/N: this is based off the song Back To You by Selena Gomez! This is also the first 13rw fic and fic on this account I'm posting!

Took you like a shot

Thought I could chase you with a cold evening

Let a couple years water down how I feel about you

It was bad. Sure, throughout your year and a half relationship you'd had fights with Scott, but none had been this bad or ended this messy. He'd gotten mad at you for tutoring Bryce and Zach when they'd asked for your help because you were in AP classes, and you'd countered with your anger about him being gone to much and ditching you in the recent month. They were small problems but that was all that took for the stress that'd been building up to boil over. This put to much strain on your relationship so you decided to take a break. The week following the breakup and still more after you'd spent at parties getting drunk to keep your mind off of your feelings even though you knew it wasn't good for you. You were mad. You were so mad at Scott for everything he'd done to you and for making you cry over him.

And every time we talk

Every single word builds up to this moment

And I gotta convince myself I don't want it

Even though I do

"Y/n!" An all to familiar voice calls out from the other end of the hall. You quickly close your locker ignoring the fact you'd left your folder for your next class and try to get away from the situation you'd been avoiding. But, against your attempt to run, someones hand lands on your upper arm, gently turning you to face them as you let out a heavy sigh. Scott stands in front of you, your heart dropping to your feet as you catch his eyes for the first time in more than a month.

"Hey," He breathes with a faint small as if he'd forgotten what he was going to say. "I was wondering if you'd want to go to Monet's to, um, catch up sometime?"

You wanted to say yes. Your heart yearned for his touch again, to spend time with him and see the very smile he had plastered on his face now everyday. But your brain was telling you that he'd hurt you, so what's to stop him from doing it again if you went back to him?

"No." Your brain answers despite your heart trying to yell over it. Before you can think you walk away with a small strut in your step towards you next class leaving a hurt Scott behind as other students move around him like water around a stone.

We never got it right

Playing and replaying old conversations

Overthinking every word and I hate it

'Cause it's not me

You and Scott lie on the hood of his car next to the lake, watching the waves gently lapping up onto shore with milkshakes in your hands.

"Do you love me?" You ask suddenly, turning to look at the blonde. He suddenly coughs, choking on the milkshake in his mouth as he sits up and spits it into the grass. You sit up, supporting your weight with your hand as he turns back to you.

"What?" He asks after recovering, meeting your amused gaze.

"Do you love me?" You repeat, more nervousness in your words than the first time.

A smile spreads on Scott's face as he leans closer to you. "I," He says, pecking the end of your nose. "Love," He places a kiss to your cheek. "You." Finally his lips land on yours before he pulls away, still leaning over you with the goofy grin you'd grown to love-

"It's not my fault I wanted to be around someone after you keep skipping out on our dates!" You yell at Scott, a finger jabbing at his chest.

"You could've gone to Sheri or Chloe!" Scott counters, looming over you using his height as an advantage. "You didn't need to go to my friends!"

"Well your friends are a lot better at being around than you are!" Your face was turning red and your throat going scratchy from yelling so much. You were surprised nobody had come over asking if someone was being murdered.

"I'm your boyfriend! Not Bryce and Zach!"

"They'd probably make a better boyfriend than you are!" The second the words left your mouth you couldn't believe them, and apparently neither could Scott because his face falls and it's silent for a moment, both of you trying to process your next actions.

"Fine. If you'd rather be with one of them than me, go ahead." He says in a normal volume but hurt, anger, and venom laced deep in each syllable. "We need to take a break." He grabs his jacket off of your couch and walks towards your door, emotions radiating off of him as you follow him out of your house.

"Good!" You yell from your doorway as he walks towards his car. "I don't need you or your fucking relationship!" With that you slam the door shut before turning and sliding down it. The emotions spill over inside of you as tears streak your face and you curl up against the door, crying into your knees for the rest of the night.

"Y/n?" Sheri asks, pulling you out of your own head.

"Huh?" You reply, pulling your hand away from your face to face her.

"I said, are you okay? You look... Out of it." She asks, concern plastered on her face.

No. "Yeah I'm good, just didn't get a lot of sleep." You lie.

And what's the point in hiding?

Everybody knows we got unfinished business

And I'll regret it if I didn't say

This isn't what it could be

"Sure." She says, sitting down next to you. "Tell me what's up. Is this about Scott?"

You sigh, giving a nod before resting your chin on your desk.

"Practically the whole school knows about your break." She continues, putting air quotes around the word "break". You wanted to tell her how much you missed him, how much you wanted him back or to atleast heal things, but you don't.

"I'm just mad at him. I can't handle seeing him." You lie again. You don't know why you weren't confiding in Sheri for once. You knew this situation could be different, but part of your heart and part of your brain wouldn't let you so easily go back to Scott.

She gives you a look as if she could see right through your lie but walks away to her seat across the room leaving you back to your thoughts. How could you say that to him? How could you tell the person you loved and needed the most that you didn't need them? You hated that he had this effect on you now, turning you into a person you didn't know. He'd said it, you needed a break. He agreed it wasn't working.

You needed to find something to get him off your mind - or someone.

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to

When I'm lying close to someone else

You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it

You'd gone to one of Bryce's parties the following night, gotten drunk out of your mind, and woken up around four A.M. in a bed with Montgomery De La Cruz passed out next to you.

A groan falls from your lips as you stand up, wrapping the sheet from the bed around yourself as you slowly wipe a hand across your face. You pull his hand off of your waist before sitting up, Montgomery stirring by you but not waking up.

You found yourself wanting it to be Scott lying next to you and not someone you hardly knew. You wanted to wake up in his arms again instead of with a hangover from trying to forget him. But, no matter what you did he was stuck in your head. He kept coming up again and again no matter how much you didn't want him too.

If I could do it all again

I know I'd go back to you

You'd made a decision that Sunday night. You knew you could turn everything around, you just needed the confidence to do so. It'd taken a lot of time for you to bring yourself to your decision, but you couldn't push down the need to go back to Scott anymore.

"Hey, Scott!" You yell out as soon as you set foot into school, finding him at his locker before he could run away.

He closes his locker before tightening his jaw and turning to you. "What." He says, more of a statement than a question.

What was there wasn't sure

But I'd go back to you

I know I'd go back to you

"I'm sorry. For everything." You sigh, looking to your feet. "We ended things badly. The last month before the fight was bad and nothing seemed sure about it. But, I miss you. I know I pushed you away before but I shouldn't have."

Scotts expression softens slightly as he looks at you with questioning eyes.

You can break my heart in two

But when it heals, it beats for you

I know it's forward, but it's true

"And I'm not gonna lie, what you said hurt me, it broke my heart. But when I got over it I found myself wanting to be around you again. I know that sounds stupid and bold or whatever, but it's the truth." You continue. "It's fine if you just wanna be friends or acquaintances, but I need you in my life again it's been so horr-"

"Y/n." Scott cuts you off. You look up and his scowl from before has been replaced by his smile that lights up the entire room. "I would love to get back together with you." As he talks he'd slowly stepped closer to you, his hands going to your waist. You grin as you snake your arms around his neck pulling you both closer to each other.

"I'm sorry for being such an idiot." You sigh, your hands laced in the hair at the nape of his neck.

"You might be an idiot, but you're my idiot." Scott says before leaning down, connecting his lips with yours. Electricity sparks as warmth spreads through you, all the negative thoughts from the last two months disappear and are replaced with one one simple thought:

You were back with Scott and that was all that mattered.

#scott reed x reader #scott reed #13 reasons why season two #13 reasons why moodboard #13 reasons imagine #13 rw #13 reasons why #13 reasons why fanfiction #13rw fanfic #bryce walker #zach dempsey #sheri holland #monty de la cruz #go back to you by selena gomez

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fromheroestodust · 6 years ago

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Moodboard for a fic I might post on @sunflowerlettermans

#13 reasons season 2 #13 reasons why #13 reasons why fanfiction #13 rw #13 reasons imagine #13 reasons why moodboard #scott reed x reader #montgomery de la cruz #montgomery de la cruz x reader #clay jensen #sheri holland #jessica davis #zach dempsey #bryce walker #hannah baker #alex standall #justin foley x reader #justin foley

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ghostlywritten · 6 years ago

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Uncertainty VII.

Words: 4k+

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Warning: Language. Mentions of abuse, nothing graphic, just mentions.

You waited anxiously as Mrs Jensen talked to the probation officer at the info point. You were in juvenile prison along with Clay and his mother, trying to visit Justin.

After he had gotten arrested yesterday you had spent the night crying in your bed, guilt eating you up inside. You should have known. You should have known he would get into prison if he talked. You could have stopped him. You bet Bryce would have gotten arrested even if he hadn’t testified.

That was the only satisfaction you felt in the past weeks. That and the fact you had gotten back closer to Scott. Though even that went down the drain when Justin and you shared an almost-kiss, complicating everything.

Sighing, you shook your head. Now was not the time.

“Only two of you can visit and only one visitation is allowed per day,” the officer said just as you tuned back into the conversation.

“That’s fine,” Mrs Jensen replied, taking the visit card.

“I have to see him,” you immediately demanded, not leaving any room to answer.

“That’s fine,” Mrs Jensen repeated with a welcoming smile, “You and Clay get in and talk to him. And tell him, that we’ll try our best to get him out as soon as possible from me.”

“Alright, Mom,” Clay said and you two followed the officer. Walking down the halls, you took in the bleak atmosphere and shivered, not from the cold. And Justin had to stay here for who knows how long.

The officer stopped in front of one of the many white doors with the number 20 on it. Unlocking the door, he held it open for you. “Another officer will get Mr Foley in soon. Just wait here.”

“Thanks.”

Wringing your hands, you paced around the room after the officer closed the door, leaving you alone with Clay for now.

“Relax, Y/N,” he said, pulling the chair next to him out, “Take a seat.”

“I can’t,” you rejected, a frown marring your features. You were too restless to sit still.

“It’s going to be fine. Juvie can’t be so bad,” Clay continued, “And he won’t be in here for long. You heard my mother.”

“Juvie can’t be so bad?” You asked incredulously, crossing your arms, “You clearly haven’t been talking to Sheri-”

Right then the door across from you opened up and in came the boy you had been waiting for. Freezing, you took a millisecond to take in his features before you jumped on him, hugging him fiercely.

“Woah, calm down,” Justin chuckled feebly, though wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as well.

“I missed you,” you mumbled.

“It was only a day.”

“Still,” you insisted, feeling his smile as he nuzzled your neck, hiding his face from the world for a second. “And I was scared of what would happen here.”

“Nothing’s going to happen here,” your best friend reassured, pulling back and you reluctantly loosened your hold on him.

“That’s what I said, too,” Clay chimed in and they greeted each other with a simple nod. You almost rolled your eyes, ‘Boys’. Can’t show their feelings.

“They already cut your hair short,” you noted and ran a hand through his shock of hair. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch and your heart ached at how weak he looked at this moment.

“Common thing, they do it to all of them in juvie,” Clay smart-assed and you gave him a look.

“It’s really fine, Y/N,” Justin reassured, squeezing your waist and you searched his bright eyes before nodding with a sigh.

“How was the first night?” you asked, leading him towards the table to sit.

“Fine,” Justin recounted, “I got a creepy dude as a roommate. Creepy as in he doesn’t talk at all. But everything is better than Bryce, I guess.”

You all chuckled humourlessly, “That would have been something.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs Jensen said you will be out in no time,” you informed him, “She’s doing the best she can.”

“Good, tell her thanks from me,” Justin said, “I really appreciate it.”

You smiled, placing your hand on his to squeeze it in comfort. He turned his own around to intertwine your fingers and your heart skipped a beat, which confused you a little. Since when did this little move of your best friend make you feel all funny?

You inwardly shook your head again, trying to listen into the boys’ conversation. Clay talked about the blog for the case and how Justin’s and Bryce’s arrest had blown up the comment section.

“Some say you deserve it, but most want you out,” Clay summarised as Justin scrolled through the feed. You peeked over his side to take a look at the comments yourself.

“I hope you die a miserable death in juvie, you cowardly bastard,” you read, wincing. People never learn.

“I earned that, I guess,” Justin said, shoulders slouching. He dropped the phone on the table and pushed it back to Clay, leaning on his elbows as he ran a hand over his face tiredly. You rubbed his arm in comfort. “They’ll get over it. Quick to judge and quick to forget, that’s how people are.”

He smiled weakly, nodding and you wished you could more.

You were only able to spend little more time with Justin as the officer soon called you out. Thankfully, you were allowed to visit him every day, which you did.

Sometimes, Mrs Jensen would tag along, sometimes Clay, sometimes even Zach. But most of the time you went alone, making sure he was alright. He seemed alright at least but you felt like he wouldn’t tell you everything that was happening. Knowing what Sheri told you about juvie, you wondered if he was sugarcoating things to ease your worries.

“The food was actually pretty good today,” Justin recalled, “The cooking staff was in a good mood, I guess.”

You nodded, regarding him with sharp eyes. He glanced around in confusion, “What?”

“Are you telling the truth?” you asked, straight out.

“What? Of course, I am.”

“Because to me, it seems like you’re hiding stuff from me.”

“I’m not!”

You raised up an eyebrow. “Really, Y/N,” he pushed, holding his hand out over the table for you to take. You did and he ran his thumb softly over the back of your hand. “You have nothing to worry about. This is actually way better than being homeless.” You bit your lip, the thought of it was still painful.

“I still don’t get, why you didn’t come to me,” you almost whispered, not wanting to push this question on him now that he was suffering but not being able to contain yourself.

“I...you know the reason why I left now, Y/N...what I did to Jessica,” Justin explained slowly, “I couldn’t face anyone, especially not you...I guess I was too ashamed. And afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“Of you hating me?” Justin said, “I mean, don’t you at all?” You stayed silent, looking down at this hand as the memory of the day before the verdict surfaced again. How he had accused you of taking him in out of pity and passively judging him for his mistakes. Justin seemed to have the same in mind, letting go of your hand to wring his own together, “Listen,” he started nervously, “about that night...I...we...I didn’t really mean, what I said- the way I said it-”

“-but you think it,” you interrupted, “You think that I took you in out of pity. It’s not true, I took you in because you’re my best friend and I care about you. And yeah...I admit I was angry at you about what happened with Jessica, but I can tell how much you regret it. You already feel guilty enough and...who am I to judge anyway?”

Justin stared at you, nodding unsurely, “Okay...and about...the other thing that happened...?”

You shifted, avoiding his probing look, “Let’s talk about that when you’re out, okay? It can wait.”

Justin bit his lip, slowly nodding again. You guys stayed silent for a few minutes and you wondered how to break the awkward tension when he spoke up again, “Are you and Scott...back together?” he asked, hesitatingly glancing up to you, his eyes almost fearful.

“No...we haven’t been able to talk or see each other...with everything going on,” you answered truthfully. Justin sighed quietly to himself in relief. “That’s good.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he coughed, “I mean...I don’t know what I mean.”

“Time is up,” the officer called out and you nodded at him. Standing up, your heart squeezed upon seeing him in the orange prison clothes with ‘juvenile’ printed on the back. You quickly hugged him as tightly as you could.

“Y/N, you’re crushing me,” Justin laughed, tickling your side so you were forced to let go.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, bidding him goodbye. He nodded with a smile, tugging a strand of your hair back. “Take care.”

But you didn’t see him the next day. Nor the day after or the day after the day after.

“I’m sorry, Ms L/N, Mr Foley doesn’t wish to see you right now,” the probation officer said, a sympathetic look in his gaze. Clay shifted beside you uncomfortably, already having the visit card in hand.

“But why? I don’t understand,” you demanded to know, gripping the strap of your bag in a death grip, “Why can Clay go see him but I can’t?”

“He specifically asked not to let you through.”

You gaped at him in shock. “Okay, thank you,” you said numbly, sitting down on one of the chairs. How could he? Why would he do that?

“Mr Jensen, if you’ll follow me, please?”

Clay looked down at you with a pitying frown, “I’ll be back soon.”

Your chest burned at the rejection as you waited for Clay to get out. He was allowed to go in, but you weren’t? When the hell did they get so close and you got pushed away once again? First Jessica, now him. Anger bubbled inside you at Justin’s blatant disregard towards you. You were tempted to just barge into the room, already knowing the way from coming here every day for over three weeks, but one look at the buff officers around made you think twice.

Your phone dinged and you looked down to see Scott messaging you.

Scott (2:36 PM): Hey, how are you doing?

That’s all you’d been doing lately; texting. You met up once or twice to just hang out and maybe get closer again, but your thoughts preoccupied you too much to give him the attention he deserved, so you had opted for not meeting up until you sorted yourself out. If you had known it would take this long for Justin to get out you would have had already talked to him about the night before the verdict.

You (2:37 PM): Fine, I’m waiting for Clay to get out from meeting Justin rn.

Scott (2:37 PM): Why are you not with them?

You (2:37 PM): He doesn’t want to see me, I’ve been told.

You dropped your phone in your lap and looked up at the ceiling, blinking fast to stop the tears that welled up in frustration. Scott didn’t text you back after this and you were left mulling over what you could have possibly done wrong to Justin.

Clay got out after another twenty minutes, awkwardly walking over to you. You looked up at him wordlessly, your eyes questioning.

“He said he doesn’t want to see you for a while. You should come to visit a day or two before the trial,” he informed you quietly and your features constricted in pain.

“But why? I don’t get it,” you whispered, brokenly. Clay sighed deeply, unsure of what to say.

“...Let’s just get you home for now,” Clay suggested, “It will all get sorted out eventually.” You nodded, figuring he didn’t get an explanation from your idiotic best friend either and followed him to his car.

He dropped you off at home where you immediately fell down in your bed, tired from being sad. You were close to drifting off to sleep when the doorbell rang, causing you to groan out loud in annoyance.

“Not a single second where I can be left in peace,” you grumbled to yourself and opened the door, ready to yell at anyone who dared to disturb you at your sensitive moment.

The curse words got stuck in your throat though when you spotted Scott standing with his pearl white smile, in simple dark jeans and a grey, tight-fitted shirt.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted almost shyly and your anger melted away immediately.

“Scott, hi,” you asked surprised, opening the door wider, “I didn’t expect you to come. Did we plan something?”

“Eh...no,” he said sheepishly, stepping inside, “I figured you could need some company.”

You didn’t need some company, you needed his company. Smiling warmly I closed the door behind him, “It’s greatly appreciated but how did you know, I wonder?”

“When you wrote that Justin didn’t want to see you I thought you would be hurt,” he explained, settling down on the couch. Your smile faded upon remembering the previous event and you sighed heavily, “Yeah, I don’t even know what that is about again,” you said, pain filling your voice.

Scott looked at you sympathetically, motioning for you to sit down next to him, “It’s like every time he wants to hide something he runs away like he doesn’t trust me at all. I wonder what it is this time.” You relaxed under his touch as he rubbed your back in comfort, leaning into it.

“He’s going to come around,” he reassured, “You guys never managed to stay away from each other for too long.”

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. The longest you and Justin had not talked was when he had run away.

“It still gets me frustrated even though I should be used to it by now,” you mumbled.

“You know what will help?”

“A tub of ice cream and the Hobbit movies?” you asked hopefully and he grinned, nodding. You squealed in excitement, not having done that for a while. It wasn’t fun doing it alone and the only one, who would go through with all three movies, was Scott.

The day took a good turn after that horrendous start and you couldn’t be grateful enough for Scott’s presence. He always managed to make you feel great no matter what. ‘Why did I ever break up with you?’ You wondered as you admired his features whilst he was absorbed in the scene where Bilbo met Smaug in the Lonely Mountain.

“If you keep staring that intensely I might go up in flames.” Oops, he wasn’t so absorbed then. You looked forward, pretending like you hadn’t stared at him and he chuckled, leaning back.

“Thank you for staying here with me,” you said softly, smiling slightly.

He smiled back, his white teeth almost blinding you. “Always, Y/N. You know I’m only a call away.” His phone buzzed then and you glanced down at the screen to see a message from ‘Baseball Kings’. The same group that had started all the dilemma in the first place.

Biting your lips, you refrained from saying anything. You had no right to judge him, he had proven more than enough on what side he was. If he was still in that group...then it was fine. You observed him frown slightly and swish the message away without reading it before he turned back to you.

“So, do you think Justin will get released soon?” he started up a conversation and you two started contemplating together until the late evening. In the end, you both had no clue and decided to just see what would happen.

By the time you bid each other goodbye, it was already dark outside. You gave him a slight kiss on the cheek, blushing deeply as if it had been the first time. ‘Grow up, Y/N. He’s already seen you naked,’ you scolded yourself as you slowly closed the door on his beaming face, giggling to yourself.

This day had definitely turned out for the better.

You paced back and forth in the waiting room of juvenile.

It had been almost an entire month since you had seen Justin. Almost an entire month he had refused to see you and you were on the verge of losing your mind. Neither Clay nor Mrs Jensen or Mr Jensen told you why he had decided to close himself off once again. You had your theories, but none of them seemed valid enough, a reason enough to be rejected like that.

But now, one day before the trial he had finally agreed on seeing you so this was why you were where you were right now.

“Ms. L/N?” the officer called out and you raced towards him eagerly. He gave you the visit card and pointed to the hallway, “ Mr Foley is waiting for you.”

Your heart unexpectedly raced at the words and you blamed it on not having seen him for so long. Although your heart had also raced back when you saw him in school for the first time after his disappearance, it was more out of anger that time and now...you couldn’t tell.

A guard opened the door for you, revealing the same room that you had used to preoccupy on the first days of his arrest.

Thanking him quietly, you walked in only to stop dead in your tracks when you spotted your best friend standing in the middle of the room. It wasn’t his mere sight that made you halt your steps but more what had been added to his features; bruises. A lot of bruises.

More than Meth Seth had ever given him. And you knew now why he had tried to keep you away. Why he had kept himself hidden the whole time.

Tears filled your eyes and Justin sighed, “It’s fine really, Y/N.”

Ignoring his words you rushed over, crushing him into a hug. He chuckled slightly, wrapping his arms around you as well and the familiarity of it only made you cry a lot harder. You had missed him dearly.

“You stupid, idiotic piece of shit,” you cursed him weakly, rubbing your eyes against his shoulder to dry them.

“Sorry?” he apologised.

“Why do you always do this?” you asked in a broken voice, “Why do you always try to hide everything bad?”

“Because you will just take it too hard,” Justin replied quietly, nuzzling your hair, “You always take everything to heart.”

“When it comes to you, yes,” you huffed, “You’re my best friend after all.”

Justin stayed silent, running his hand through your hair and calming you down effectively that way.

“So this is why you refused to let me see you?” you clarified, still not letting go of him as you blankly looked at the wall behind him. You felt him nod into your shoulder and your heart ached at how much he must have suffered all this time whilst you were cursing him 24/7 for not letting you see him. “Who is doing this to you?”

“Just some idiots, nothing personal,” he said with a shrug, “They like to pick on the new ones, I’ve been told.”

You took a shaky breath before pulling away slightly to take in his features again. His left eye was surrounded by a dark shade of purple and you wondered since when he was able to open it again. There was a cut on his right cheek and a slight bruise on his jawline. You had the sudden urge to kiss each spot as if it would take away the pain like mothers fooled their kids into believing.

Looking into his sea blue-green eyes you admired the slight fire that was still in them and wondered how he had not broken down, yet. Besides the time he had run away.

“You need to stop doing this,” you whispered, feeling like you should be quiet in this serene atmosphere.

He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“You need to stop hiding from me,” you explained, touching the cut on his cheek slightly with your fingertips. He winced before leaning into your touch like he always did, making your heart melt and speed up at the same time. What was he doing to you?

“Okay,” he whispered, placing his forehead against yours and your eyes fluttered closed, breathing him in. Was this still normal for a platonic best friendship?

“I feel like you’re just saying okay to please me but you will do it again,” you complained and he laughed.

“Maybe,” he said with an impish smile that deepened his dimple and you poked your finger in it, “Will you please stop crying now?” he requested a bit desperately and only then did you realise the tears were still flowing and he raised his hands to your cheeks to gently wipe them away.

“Can’t,” you sniffed and he sighed in mock-exasperation.

“What to do with this emotional Y/N,” he pondered, “Normally I would offer a tub of ice-cream but that’s not possible now, I’m afraid.”

“I don’t need anything but my best friend, you jerk,” you said, punching his chest slightly before your rested your head against it. Justin engulfed you back into a hug, squeezing you tightly and you let out a content sigh, feeling safe and secure even though you were in juvenile.

“Now, tell me: How bad are things for real here?” you requested, tensing in anticipation.

“Y/N...”

“The scale is 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst.”

“...9,5.” You sucked in a sharp breath as your head snapped back up. That bad?? You knew it was bad but if even Justin was admitting it to you it must have been way worse than your imagination.

You stared at him in sheer devastation as he swallowed tightly, the pain in his beautiful eyes evidence on what he had endured the past weeks. “You get used to it at some point,” he tried to brush it off casually but he knew he failed when a new set of tears came rushing down your cheeks. You felt a bit pathetic at the number of times you had been crying but you couldn’t help it given the situation.

“I don’t want you to get back in there,” you mumbled, wrapping him tightly in your arms.

“I might get out of here tomorrow after the trial,” he mused, “Bryce’s folk won’t let him lose this case and if he gets off, I should, too.”

You nodded, feeling relieved even though the prospect of that rapist being set free without any jail time repulsed you immensely. The law system was sick sometimes.

“Five more minutes,” the officer called from behind the door and you tightened your grip around Justin.

“Y/N, you need to let go,” Justin said, trying to gently pry you off but you shook your head.

“He said five more minutes,” you said, your tone muffled as you had your head nuzzled into his shoulder, breathing him in. He smelled mostly of dirt and grease but there was still a slight hint of his own smell and you were desperately trying to take it in.

“I promise we’ll see each other tomorrow,” he said and you looked up into his eyes, narrowing your own.

“You’ve broken too many promises by now. I don’t trust you,” you said and he winced slightly.

“Can’t blame you for that,” he muttered, “How about I swear it then?”

You sighed, “Better than nothing, I guess.”

“Alright. Y/N, I solemnly swear that we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

“Okay, and if you break it I get to knee you in the bal-” you were cut off when he suddenly leaned and kissed you right on the lips. You gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to deepen his approach, placing a hand on your neck to pull you closer. For a second, you were frozen, not knowing what to do but you almost moaned when he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance that you granted. You kissed him back, sighing contently and feeling a kind of freedom you had never felt before; like you had been unable to breathe and this was the first gulp of air you had gotten after a long time. Your hands glided upwards, your fingers tangling into his hair, causing a deep growl from Justin as he grasped your hips tightly, pulling you impossibly close.

He reluctantly pulled away when he heard the door open, pulling you out of a daze as you both breathed raggedly into each other.

“What was that for?” you gasped, still slightly numb as you almost drowned in his smiling blue eyes that shone with newfound energy.

“Sealing the deal with a kiss.”

VIII.

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pinkykitten · 7 years ago

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Get Away From Her

13 Reasons Why

Zach Dempsey x female! reader

Warning: some cursing, sexual assault, marijuana, alcohol, fighting, blood

Specifics: high school, fighting, man vs man, fluff, comedy, race neutral reader

People: Zach Dempsey, you, Sheri Holland, Clay Jensen, Jeff Atkins, Bryce Walker

Words: 2,135

Summary: Bryce gets a little too comfortable with you, very handsy. He tries to get you alone but Zach is there and he doesn’t like what he is seeing. Zach does everything in his power to protect you.

Authors Note: aghhhh this is my first time writing for 13 r.w. and i luv it!!!! so just a couple of things, i do not curse in real life so the cursing in here looks like this s***. i am just too much of a cinnamon roll and i dont curse. also another thing is to me jeff never died #jeffstilldeservedbetter so he is alive in this. ALL HE HAD WAS A CAR ACCIDENT HE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL AND RECOVERED INEEDTHISINMYLIFECAUSEILUVHIMSOMUCH!!! this deals with a lot of stuff so if this just isnt for u to read then pls skip on. anyways my sis luv zach pretty much anything that has to do with ross butler lol. hope u guys like, pls feedback y’all!

“C’mon y/n we’re gonna be late,” Sheri called waiting for you outside the bathroom.

She had asked you to help her study for a history exam you both had coming up. Of course, you being the sweetheart you accepted her request. Unknown to you though she actually wanted to get you to the party at Bryce’s house. Her excuse was, “girl, I’ve seen the way you look at Zach and its time you do something about this love crush.”

So in the bathroom you struggled to put on a dress she let you borrow.

As you opened the door you looked down not wanting to see the emotion in Sheri’s eyes, “Sheri this is waaaaayyyyy too short for me. I can’t wear dresses that almost go to my sugar land, especially at a party where there are a ton of horny boys.”

“Y/n, trust me you’ll be fine. I’ll keep on the watch for you, checking up on those horny boys. Plus, you look fantastic and thats what we want, right? Zach maybe can reach that sugar land tonight,” Sheri joked.

You slapped her playfully and grabbed your bag. Sheri said she would watch out for you, but that night was a night you thought maybe going to this party was a mistake.

As you and Sheri walked up the driveway to Bryce’s party a couple of boys ran in front of you both. Acting silly, and of course it was evident that they were drunk. Your stomach was turning and in the back of your mind you questioned whether this was such a good idea.

Sheri noticed your nervousness and grabbed your arm, “hey y/n, look just have one drink for me, then I promise I’ll take you home. Deal?”

You glanced around the house, straightened your back, put on your big girl panties on and strutted inside the house. You were going to own this night.

As you searched around the room you noticed some familiar faces from school and some new ones.

“Wow y/n, I’m surprised to see you here. I didn’t know you come to parties,” your friend from Liberty High, Clay Jensen said.

You chuckled, “I didn’t know you come to these dumb things either. Plus I was forced to go.” You pointed to Sheri who was drinking already and laughing with a group of girls. “History exam.”

Clay nodded and said his goodbyes. Great, now what were you supposed to do. You looked like an idiot, just standing near the wall by yourself. That was when you saw in the distance the tall Zach Dempsey.

“Oh my god y/n, avoid eye contact at all cost. If he doesn’t catch you staring like all those other times he won’t come over here,” you thought to yourself. You looked to the side at some fake, odd, looking plant. Your mistake was you thought Zach was gone but when you went back to look at him he was still there! And his attention was on you.

“Oh sweet jesus,” you prayed aloud. You thought maybe you should pretend to talk on the phone but as you rummaged through your purse you realized you forgot the dang thing.

“Hey y/n,” a voice called from above you.

“If only that was god,” you thought in your head. “Heyyyyyy Zach. What brings you here?”

“Well its a party...so.”

Your eyes were opened wide and you plastered on this anxious, nervous, fake smile. All truthfulness you looked like you just peed your pants.

“Are you okay y/n?”

“Me? Oh yeah,” you waved his concern off, “I’m fine. Just not the party type. I just came here for a friend I’m helping Sheri study for her history exam.”

“Yeah I saw you came in with Sheri. By the way you look amazing in that dress. Your like the best dressed in the whole house.”

“Thanks,” you said awkwardly pulling down the fabric. “I mean its not mine, its Sheri’s, but you think its too much? I mean its just a party and I came all dolled up when everyone is either wearing jeans or skirts.”

“No! I mean no, I think you look perfect.”

You smiled all flustered at his compliments.

“Hey listen y/n if ever you want to-”

“Whats up bro and...y/n l/n? Wow didn’t think I’d ever catch you here.”

Bryce, Bryce Walker (lol i feel like veronica in heathers)

“Me neither,” you said trying to get out of the conversation. Rumors have spread like fire about Bryce, he was a trouble maker. You did not need that right now, actually how about never.

“Man, y/n you clean yourself up pretty good. I’m so used to seeing you all covered and a good girl. Now you look pretty bad,” Bryce winked at you while licking his lips.

“I kinda regret wearing this dress now,” you muttered under your breath.

Zach was getting angrier and angrier by the minute. He saw how much Bryce was making you uncomfortable and he just would not quit.

“Well, y/n, how bout I show you a good ti-,” Bryce had started to say but you interrupted him with a shriek.

“Oh my god Laura! Whats up cous (cousin)? No I’ll go to you,” you shouted from across the room.

Zach and Bryce’s attention was to where you were pointing and yelling.

“I’m sorry guys to cut the talk short but who would of known my cousin is here. Well, I’ll get to you guys later gotta say hi to her or else I am gonna have some family issues,” you faked laugh.

You did erupt a real laugh though as you left because you didn’t have a cousin here. You just made that up to get the heck out of that conversation! You let go of the breath you had contained inside of you.

Deciding to at least try to enjoy yourself, you grabbed a drink and raised it up to Sheri who was far away. Sheri smiled and clapped, mouthing “good for you.”

“Y/n just take one drink and then you can get the h*** out of here,” you said aloud.

Your stomach started to grumble so you grab a chip and dip it into salsa. You put the whole thing in your mouth.

“Don’t!”

You turn around to see Jeff Atkins (rip😭) , the sayings were true, he was handsome. You almost choke on your chip at his presence.

“Atkins! Boy you scared the crap out of me,” you exclaimed.

Jeff just giggled, “I’m sorry y/n.”

You shook yourself and regained your composure, “anyways, why did you say don’t?”

“That salsa had marijuana in it, I mean I’m not gonna judge or anything but that s**** strong. So just be careful.”

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head. You put the salsa and chip down and tried to take the left overs out of your mouth.

“I saw you checkin out Zach.”

“Oh my god you too! What is it with people being interested with who I like and don’t? It’s like everyone wants to know!”

“Go after him,” Jeff said leaning against the counter.

“What?”

Jeff gets closer, “hey I’m no matchmaker but, I can tell he likes you trust me I’m a guy. I know. Just go back to him and talk. Its better to talk outside so nobody can disturb you,” Jeff wiggled his eyebrows.

“First of all Jeff ewww, no, me and Zach are not doing the do. I just have a crush on him! Can it be that before we make it into teen mom. Second, you say you’re no matchmaker but you sure as h*** always try to be one. Third, I tried to talk to him and I get so nervous I sweat like a waterfall under my armpits! And fourth of all what do you know about girls?”

Jeff just shrugged, “trust me y/n. My advice will come handy one day. One day.”

You shook your head, “silly.”

Again, alone you stood by the drinks. You downed the last of the liquid and had the urge to use the bathroom. As you go to there, you see there is not a soul in sight.

“Finally, peace and quiet. I mean who would gather around and talk around the bathroom, thats just gross.”

As you opened the door to the restrooms you felt a hand on the lower part of your back. You quickly snap in the direction of the hand and see that it is Bryce.

“H-hey dude,” you said trying to sound confident and not frightened.

“Hey y/n. I wanted to finish what I started earlier. That dress it just makes the animal come out of me,” Bryce’s hands were roaming all over your body.

“Animals, I love animals. Why don’t we talk about some, like whats your favorite?”

“I much rather do this to you,” Bryce wore a smirk the whole way through. “You’re so sexy y/n, especially in this dress. How about I take it off of you?”

“Bryce quit it!” You were starting to panic. You tried to pry him off you but he was too strong. You did not want this, Sheri said she would protect you, watch out for you. “Bryce stop it!” But Bryce would not. Instead, every time you said something he would become more handsy.

“I know you want this y/n. You’re just urging for me to be inside you,” he whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe. Then he grabbed your face harshly to kiss you.

Your face squirmed in disgust, you tried to kick him in the groin but he grabbed your leg. This was it you were going to be raped on this day. Tears started to form in your eyes. You were scared no terrified at this moment. After he finished making out with you, he zipped down his pants.

Bryce kept you in a death grip. “Someone please help me! Sheri, Jeff, Zach, Clay, someone please help,” you cried in horror.

Bryce lifted your dress up and you were sobbing and asking him to stop. Just as Bryce was about to pull down his pants Zach came to view.

Zach’s eyes widened in shock. “Dude what the f*** are you doing to her?”

“C’mon Zack were just having a little fun. Right y/n?”

You shook your head into a no, tears staining your cheeks. “Bryce tried to rape me! You pig!”

“Bryce let her go,” Zach barked out.

Bryce then grabbed your butt with a smirk and massaged it. Everything went so quickly. Zach lunged for Bryce and Bryce let go of you. Zach punched Bryce’s stomach while Bryce tried to elbow Zach’s face.

Zach tackled Bryce down, Zach on top, started pounding and smashing Bryce’s face. Zach’s face was red of anger. He was so irate and so mad, that all he could do was scream and say “leave her alone.”

All you could do was stand, the moments before this fighting were still fresh in your mind. It replayed like a movie. You looked down at your hands and they were shaking. “Zach please stop!”

You knew Bryce was the golden child of the school, heck the whole neighborhood. If they saw what Zach did to Bryce Zach would have consequences even if he did what was right. Zach would get blamed.

“Please, Zach stop.”

Zach stood up harshly and looked at your face. He looked as if he could almost cry. Bryce laid on the ground moaning and groaning in pain. Blood spilling from his nose and the cut on his lips. His eyes starting to become swollen.

Zach ran to you and hugged you, “I’m so sorry y/n I wasn’t here earlier.”

“No you came just in time. Thank you Zach.”

Clay and many other kids came to see what was all the commotion.

Well you took Jeff’s advice. You led Zach outside to talk to him about the matter.

“I just wanted to say Zach, thank you.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I should of been there by your side, I should of known what would-”

“Zach! Stop! You could not have done anything more than what you did. And even if Bryce would of done that detestable thing I still would like you.”

You quickly place your palm on your mouth. Did you just say that out loud?

“You like me,” Zach questioned.

You sheepishly looked down, then grabbed his much more bigger hand in yours, “yes Zach I do.”

Zach looked at you with an overjoyed expression. He inched closer to you putting his hoodie on your back. He gave you a toothy grin, squeezing your hand a little.

“Hey you maybe wanna go hang out some time? I also need help on studying my history exam.”

You laughed and nodded, “I’d really like that.”

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editorandchief · 7 years ago

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Trust | Montgomery De La Cruz | Part 2

Summary: Reader was having a normal morning until someone decided to pull a stupid prank

Warning: None

Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

Its been about 2 months since you broke up with Montgomery and you had no intention on getting back together with him.

Everything seemed so better, you got to wear your favorite perfume that Monty told you sent like shit, and dress, shirt, or shorts you want without him yelling at you about ‘walking about with you ass half out’.

But like everything there was a bad side Monty had been calling and texting you almost nonstop half of which were happening while he was drunk, he ever showed up at your house one night thank god your parents weren’t home, having to sleep alone with no one to cuddle with even though Montgomery was cheating on you he held you so close to him at night that he might have thought you would evaporate if he didn’t.

You also started to notice him getting into more fights at school or coming to school with bruises that weren’t there the day before leaving you to conclude that he had been sleeping at home most nights.

The bell had just rang for third period while you were on your way to ap history when a hand went over you mouth and one around your waist. You start to kick but soon after your feet are restrained as well.

When you finally set down you look around and your surrounded by guys in the middle of the boys locker room.

As you survey the faces of your attackers you realize it none other than the Liberty High baseball team.

“Thanks I’ve alway wanted to know what it felt like to be kidnapped.” You said sarcastically but still with and uneasy feeling as you knew what most of the baseball team were into. “I guess I can also say I know how Natalie Greendale felt at Sheri’s party.” You joked with a small laugh once you realized no one else was laughing you kept quiet....of a while.

“OKAY WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?!?” You yelled.

“Well explain in a minute just calm down.” Zach said.

“No zach I’m not gonna calm down in a room full of high school male and not a witness in sight.” I sneered.

“What do you think we’re gonna do Y/N?” Bryce asked taking a step closer to you.

“I don’t know Bryce you tell me, but I do know that if you don’t back the fuck up it will be the last think you do.” You replied.

“Alright let’s all calm down here.” You turn at a new voice entering the locker room.

“We’re all calm here coach.” Bryce says taking a few steps back.

“No were not I was just kidnapped.” You interjected.

“Look we’re sorry about that we just needed to talk to you.” Scott explained.

“And ‘hey Y/N.’ Wasn’t gonna workout for you?” You asked rolling your eyes.

“We didnt think you would listen if you knew what it was about.” Zach said making you have him a look to tell him to continue. “Monty.”

“Oh hell no.” You said turning on your heels and heading towards the door, only to find you path blocked by no less than 7 males.

“Hey Y/N, is it? Monty is one of the best guys on this team and as of late it’s been showing in his preformance on the field that something is off with him.” Coach spoke up. “And according to the team this all happened when you guys broke up.”

“Still not seeing what this has to do with me.” You interrupted.

“Look I’ve seen you around school with Monty and at the games in the stands cheering him on and you two seemed like a pretty solid pair and you don’t want one little fight to ruin that do you?” He asked condescendingly.

“Uh coach.” A random member started. “He was cheating on her for almost a month.”

“And that’s awful but everybody makes mistakes.” Bryce replied.

“Yeah and im not putting up with his ‘mistakes’ anymore.” You snapped. “I had to come to school everyday and see the girl my boyfriend was fucking behind my back, see them talking and flirting and act like I didn’t know anything so I don’t look like the crazy jealous girlfriend! For 3 week he looked me in my eye and lied to me and then had the nerve to accuse me of cheating and call me a slut!” You yelled causing half the team to flinch.

“Look no one ever said Monty was smart, but i since you dumped is ass he’s had a hair trigger and if he gets into anymore fights porters gonna bench him for the rest of the season, not that it matters is playing has sucked.” Scott quickly got to the point seeing you were running out of patience.

“I never asked him to be smart Scott I just wanted him to be loyal, or is that too much to ask from you people. You know if the roles were reversed I’d be slut-shamed out of the school, but when a guy does it we’re just expected to forgive him?! Well fuck you! I’d say fuck Monty but I’m sure someone is already on that now either you let me out of this damn room or I’m gonn a start screaming rape at the top of my lungs not that that would be beyond any of you!” You shout. “No offense Zach, Scott.” You said becoming a little calmer.

“All good.” Zach said at the same time Scott replied with a “no problem.”

After you exited the locker loom you went straight to class but you couldn’t focus on anything that was happening your thoughts were only on Montgomery.

Was he really that upset about your break up?

Of course not he wasn’t thinking about you when he was screwing Natalie.

But the team needs him.

So what has the team ever done for you?

Everyone deserves a second chance.

He had a second chance the first time he slept with her, the chance to come clean and never do it again but he wanted to her more than he cared about you.

Thoughts like these were floating though your head the whole day. Finally it was time to go home when you were trying to make your way to the door but a huge crowd was blocking your exit.

“I’m gonna beat your fucking as Adams!” You hear a familiar voice from the core of the mob.

“What the fucks your problem all I’m saying is it not my fault you cheated on your girl and got caught.”someone replied.

As you pushed your way through the crowed you saw just what you expected to see and angry Montgomery. What you didn’t expect was to see the face of the Asshole jock the tried to suck your face.

You felt a presence beside you causing you to look and come face to face with Bryce walker.

“What Walker?” You sighed.

“Nothing just wondering if your gonna let this happen?” He asked gesturing towards Monty.

“I’m not letting anything happen, this has nothing to do with me.” You replied.

“Yeah your probably right. But it’s no secret Monty has been looking for a reason to beat Adams to a pulp, and when he’s does there will be no more baseball he could miss the chance at a scout. Not to mention his dad will hear about it as we both know how that’s gonna end assuming no one presses charges and sends mont straight to jail, but yeah completely out of your hands it’s not like you could stop it or anything.” He went on and on.

Taking off your backpack and trusting to towards him which he takes.

“I hate you.” You say before walking to stand between Monty and Adams.

“Y/N what are you doing? Move.” Monty said still staring down the boy behind you who once you looked at him realized how scared he was. He knew he fucked up and that once Monty started it would take a lot for him to stop.

“Monty no.” You said holding you hand out keeping him from coming forward. “Think about this, even if you beat him up now what’s gonna happen to you after?” You asked.

“I don’t care.” He gritted out.

“I do Montgomery look at me.” You order but you demand went ignored.

You move closer to him and put your hand on either side of his face and gently guilt it down to the level of your eyes.

“Look at me.” You say softly as he finally submits. “I’m willing to talk about us Monty but you have to prove to me it’s worth it. Please just come with me and walk away. Please.” You quietly beg.

He started into your eyes for what seemed like forever.

“Fine.” Said causing you to let out a sigh of relief. You glance over to Bryce and nod.

“Alright, alright folks nothing to see here clear out!” He said starting to wave people off.

Once the group had dispersed Bryce had returned your bag to you and reminded Monty about having practice before the game tonight.

“Okay let’s go talk.” He said reaching for your wrist. You move slightly out of his reach.

“Not now Montgomery.” You replied.

“But you said.” He started.

“And we will, but you heard Bryce you have practice and a game. We can talk after.” You clarify.

“Your coming to my game?” Monty asked. You didn’t miss the joy fill his eyes as he waited for your answer.

“Yeah I’ll be there.” You say bitting your lips.

“Okay that’s great.” He exclaimed. Before you could stop him he quickly pecked you on your lips. “Oh I’m sorry.” He said once he realized what he didn’t.

“It’s fine, but just because I’m willing to talk doesn’t mean we’re getting back together.” You clarify.

“I know but if you do get back together I promise I’ll treat you like the angel you always were to me.” He said.

“You should go you have a game to win.” You said with a small smile.

“Yeah I’ll see you later.” He said walking backwards as if when he turned around you would disappear.

“I’ll see you later.” You said turning to walk away.

Once you got you your car you sat there staring straight forward.

“What the hell am I gonna do.” You said dropping your head down into the steering wheel a little too hard.

“Ow.” You quietly wined rubbing your forehead.

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joeycupcakerichter · 7 years ago

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Sheri Holland - Fervor (Smut)

A/N: What the shit? I actually wrote something? A SMUT SOMETHING? WHAAAT?? So I’m really actually insecure about this one. I’ve only written girlxgirl smut ONCE and it was a really really long time ago so I would really appreciate feedback if you have a moment.

Request: Yes, by anon

Pairing: Sheri x Fem!Reader

Warning: Thar be smuts here~!

Prompt: “You are so fucking hot when you’re mad” with Sheri x fem!reader pleaseeee :)

Word Count: 1438

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“God fucking dammit!” Sheri shouts, startling you. Looking over her, she throws her phone on the bed next to you. You raise an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “What are you giggling about?” She demands angrily.

“Oh nothing.” You say, stifling a chuckle. “What’s wrong?”

“Bryce fucking lied.” She says simply, staring out into space. The smile drops from your face instantly.

“He what?” You whisper, horrified. “That fucking piece of shit.”

“He lied, and now everyone thinks Hannah was into him when she reviled him.” Sheri says, tears silently sliding down her cheeks. You move close, pulling her into your arms as she cried into you. “It’s not fucking fair.” She whispers weakly. “What he did to her, what he did to Jess! And he’s just going to get away with it.”

“Jess could just testify.” You reason softly. Sheri shakes her head fervently.

“She’s not ready. She shouldn’t be forced into it if she isn’t ready.” Sheri says sadly. Defeated silence fills the space between you. Sheri sniffles and straightens up. “Its fine. He’s not going to get away with this.” She pulls her laptop onto the bed and starts typing furiously, staring intently at the screen. You can only look on at her in awe, at a loss for words. After a few minutes, she spots your gaze looking at you confused. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She asks, going back to her computer.

“You’re just so fucking hot when you’re mad.” You murmur, your gaze softening as it meets hers.

“Oh whatever.” She dismisses, going back to her laptop.

“I’m serious. It’s really fucking hot.” You murmur, moving over the bed to her. You gently press your lips to hers, quickly becoming fast and hot before she pulls away.

“(Y/N), I was doing something.” She says breathlessly.

“Can I have just the smallest tidbit of your time?” You ask huskily. “Please?” A smile tickles your cheeks. Her eyes hooded, she turns away from you but you swear you see the tiniest smile playing on her cheeks.

“What could you possibly want with my time?” She asks playfully, keeping her back to you.

“Maybe a kiss?” You suggest. “Maybe a touch or two. Ending in Earth shattering moans?” You finish devilishly. She turns abruptly, a look of shock being betrayed by her smile.

“You’re just so cocky aren’t you?” She says, slowly closing the lid to laptop before sliding onto the floor next to the bed. “I told you I was busy.” Her voice is sultry as she moves closer to you, putting her arms on either side causing you to lean back.

“I promise, it won’t take long.” You tell her, your voice sultry. You lean forward and start peppering her neck with quick kisses and she closes her eyes to enjoy every single one. You gently overpower her, rolling her onto her back and taking position over her, a wicked smile spreading over your features. “Just relax baby.” You murmur as you start kissing her neck, down to her chest. Your hands slide up under her shirt, revealing her stomach to you. She stops you for a moment, pulling her shirt completely off. She’s wearing a sports bra and you slowly slide the zipper down, not quite letting them free as you kiss the skin just below her bra. You feel her shiver beneath you and you bite your lip as you look down on the beautiful girl beneath you. You finally let her bra fall to the sides, moving down to kiss the newly exposed areolas in front of you.

“Wait.” She says, putting her hand on your chest. You pull back with your eyebrow cocked. “Take yours off. I wanna feel you against me.” Her murmurs desperately. You oblige quickly, unsnapping your bra as well. You hold the fabric against you, blushing slightly before letting it fall in front of you. Sheri eyes you hungrily before moving toward you, taking her time kissing you from your neck, down to your breasts taking care to flick your nipple with the tip of her tongue. You bite your lip as you look down at her, completely captivated at the sight. She starts kissing you lower down your abdomen until she is stopped by your sweats. Your breathing quickens as her fingers dig under the elastic and pull them down. You step out of them before regaining your confidence and straddling her, pulling her face into a deep kiss. She moves her hands to your panties, sliding them over to gently massage your clit. She smiles as she finds out how wet you are, her fingers sliding easily around. You moan but she muffles your sounds with her hand and you let your head fall back as you grind into her hand.

“Fuck Sheri.” You moan into her hand. She moves her hand slightly to uncover your mouth, and you start to pant as her hands speed up.

“I love it when you say my name baby.”

“Oh fuck, Sheri.” You moan clearly this time. You feel the tension inside of you building up as you grind against her hard and faster. “Fuck baby, I love you.” You moan as release finally comes for you. She continues with her hand as you ride out your high, slowing her hand. When she stops you try to catch your breath. You catch her by surprise when you push your lips against hers pushing her back on the bed. It’s her turn to feel good. You quickly depart from her lips, hastily moving south. You deftly unbutton her jeans, desperate to get them off her. When you’ve finally succeeded, you move back to her midriff, sprinkling kisses on her panty lines before slowly sliding them off as well. Her legs fall together as you pull the panties off, Sheri apparently being shy about exposing herself. You kiss her legs, moving toward the inside of her thighs and she slowly relaxes herself. You move up her legs, the smell of her making your heart race with excitement.

“Oh my God (Y/N). I can’t take it!” Sheri moans from above.

“What’s wrong baby?” You ask with a smile, all the while kissing her thighs gently.

“This anticipation. I need to feel you on me. Please.” She begs. You slide your tongue along her slit and you can feel her body trembling. The sweet taste of her makes your stomach flip and you slowly wiggle your tongue between her folds. You try to stay away from her most sensitive area though, gently gliding your tongue around and down to her opening. You can feel her body quivering beneath you, and as badly as you want to give her what she wants, you restrain yourself as much as possible. You slide a finger inside of her as you sit up to watch her in front of you. Sheri is writhing with every movement of your finger, one hand gripping her breast and the other wrapped in the blankets next to her. She’s only whimpering at the moment, but a particularly hard press against her walls draws out a moan. You return to lap up a little of her wetness.

“You taste like heaven baby.” You murmur against her, letting your hot breath tease her for you. She only moans impatiently at you in response. You kiss her bikini line amping up the tension while slowing your strokes inside of her. She shudders against you and you finally press your mouth against that little bundle of nerves. As you wriggle your tongue against it, you feel Sheri’s legs press against the sides of your head as she grinds into your face. You continue a constant swirling motion with your tongue as her hips gyrate. You remove your finger so you can slide a second in, your thumb seated firmly at the bottom of her clit. Her moans grow louder and her movement quickens as she finally finds her release. Just as she did, you continue you as she rides out her high. As you pull away, you lick your lips at her earning you a small eyeroll and smirk.

“I guess that didn’t take too long.” She remarks after her breathing settles. You crawl up next to her and pull her into your embrace.

“I told you it wouldn’t.” You reply smugly. The two of you nuzzle in close and drift off from all the physical exertion.

“We’ll get him won’t we?” Sheri asks, waking you from your reverie.

“He’s not going to get away with it.” You tell her, sleepily. “You won’t let him.”

~Taglist~ @mysticsthinking, @vixenxvibes, @scottiereed (my poor baby Sheri gets no love! 😔)

#13 Reasons Why #13 Reasons Why Imagine #Sheri Holland #sheri holland imagine #Sheri x Reader #Sheri Holland smut #13 Reasons Why Smut

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jeff-deserves-better · 7 years ago

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jeff atkins: no big deal

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Warning(s): Flustering, awkward Jeff Atkins

Word Count: 523

Gif: @eternalroleplay

A/N: It’s 1200am and I have five bags of french fries.

“Oh, my God!-- Y/N, just admit it!” Jessica shoved you. “You like him, how could you not?” Jessica giggled, as tipsy as she was, she spoke the truth.

Sheri jumped in, poking fun at your flustered expression. “Yeah, the smile, his puppy dog eyes, and don’t forget-- that body!” Jessica shrieked and fell into Sheri with laughter. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, sipping from the red cup to cover your blush.

Jeff was certainly attractive, not doubt in the fact that if you had the chance you’d make out with him without a second thought. You felt yourself get hot just thinking about him, so you excused yourself from Jessica and Sheri’s drunken snickers.

You found yourself outside, wandering around the host’s busy backyard. Zach pulled you into his team for beer pong, which despite your lack of amusement, you still managed to beat Troy’s team. Zach begged you to stay for another round, but when turned to bow out, beer was splashed onto your chest.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.”

You wiped the droplets off your exposed skin, and shook your head, acknowledging the accident. When you looked up to identify the clumsy teen and saw that it was Jeff. You became pink, stuttering your way out of the situation.

As you made your way back into the house to find a bathroom to clean off, Jeff noticed your agitation. He followed you back into the house but lost you in the crowd. When he saw you duck into a bedroom, he sped up to meet the door you hid behind.

He knocked lightly. “Hey, Y/N. Hey, I’m sorry about that, I really didn’t mean it.”

His voice was muffled, but you still understood what he was trying to muster out. “It’s no big deal, Jeff! Really!” You hollered back, taking off your shirt.

The door ripped open, causing you to jump as Jeff fell into the room.

“Jeff, what the hell?” You exclaimed. You crossed your arms over your bare chest.

Jeff shuffled to his feet, stuttering out another apology. He glanced at your vulnerable stature, then realized what just happened. As he was headed out of the room, muttering more sorries, the door was shut. You heard Sheri and Jessica laughing on the other side of the door.

You shook your head, knowing exactly what was going on. Jeff caught your drift and jiggled the knob, knock and calling out to the girls.

“Jess, Sheri! Come on, this isn’t fun!” You yelled.

A slip of paper slid under the door. Twenty Minutes in Heaven, play on! You blushed at the very provocative letter. You sheepishly walked over to your beer stained shirt ready to put it back on, but Jeff stood behind you, placing his hand on yours. He took your shirt and tossed it to the side, not allowing you to redress yourself.

You felt your heart racing, not sure if this was really going to happen. When Jeff’s lips met your shoulder, you nearly melted. You fell into his body, letting him completely take over. As hot as you became, nothing compared to his heat atop yours.

#13 reasons why #13rw #13 reasons why imagines #jeff atkins #jeff atkins imagine #jeff atkins x reader #Brandon Larracuente #jessica davis #sheri holland #imagine #clay jensen #jeff atkins gif #zach dempsey #Justin Foley #Alex Standall #hannah baker #gif

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scottiereed · 7 years ago

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Insecurities - Scott Reed x Reader

((GIF is not mine))

Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader

Requested: Yes! By 3 anons: ‘Hey! Your imagines are fire! I don't know if your requests are still open or not but I'd love it if you wrote one for Scott with prompt 5 and 23, where Scott his been keeping track of all the times she's been skipping meals and is concerned. xx’,

‘ooooh what about a Scott reed imagine with no.5 and no.149!!’

and

‘Hey are your requests still open? I love your imagines and was wondering whether you would do a Scott imagine with Drabble 5 where he notices the reader acting really strange (not knowing Bryce had tried to make a move on her and made a comment on their weight when they rejected him).’

#5 - “You haven’t even touched your food, what’s wrong?” #23 - “I didn’t know we were keeping track.” #149 - “I just need 10 minutes.”

From this list.

Summary: Scott notices you skipping meals and is concerned.

Words: 600

Warnings: implied anorexia and bulimia, mentions of Bryce

A/N: I joined the 3 requests together as they were all asking for basically the same thing.

Requests are CLOSED.

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Your boyfriend, Scott, had been keeping an eye on you recently, he’d started noticing that you weren’t eating as much as you used to, sometimes skipping meals completely. It wasn’t that you had eaten a lot before, not at all, it’s just that you had started to eat so little, it was incredibly noticeable. When you started the week by not eating anything at lunch, Scott was ready to confront you.

“Baby, you haven’t even touched your food, what’s wrong?” Scott spoke quietly, not wanting to draw too much attention towards you, watching as you pushed your salad round your plate. That was another thing that wasn’t right, you detested salad.

“Oh!” You jumped slightly, not having realised that Scott had been watching you. “I’m just thinking Scott.” You took a loaded mouthful of your salad, attempting to keep up appearances. Scott watched with sceptical eyes as you finished off your salad.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” You announced, standing up, catching the table’s attention.

“Oh, I’ll go with you!” Jessica moved to stand up, but you quickly halted her movements with a shake of your head.

“No!” You said, a little too quickly. “I just need 10 minutes.” Jessica furrowed her eyebrows slightly, a concerned look on her face, but nodded slowly.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Scott was waiting for you, arms crossed tightly across his chest. “We need to talk.” He took your hand and gently pulled you over to his locker. “You’ve barely eaten all week Y/N, and then when you finally eat a whole meal you dash off to the bathroom?!”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track!” You snapped moving to walk away from your boyfriend.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Scott gently took hold of your wrist again to stop you from moving away from him. “I’m really worried about you, baby girl, tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You bit your lip as a fat tear welled in your eye, threatening to overflow. “Bryce, he hit on me and of course I rejected his advantages, because A, I’m with you and B, Bryce is a disgusting human being, but then he, he said that he was just being kind because I’m… well he said I was fat!” Silent tears began to make their way down your cheeks.

Scott clenched his teeth, the muscle in his neck pulsing as he tried to keep his cool. He took a deep breath before he spoke, reaching his hands out to cup your wet cheeks. “You are so damn perfect Y/N. Bryce only said that because he got butt-hurt about you rejecting him. You are not fat, I love you the way you are, you don’t need to change.” Scott brought your face to his and joined your lips together in a sweet kiss. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too Scotty.” You replied, a small smile playing on your lips as your wonderful boyfriend brushed the tears away from your face.

“If you keep feeling like this, then you need to let me know, so we can get you some help, okay?” Scott brushed his thumb over your cheek lovingly.

You shook your head. “I’m fine, Bryce is just very manipulative. I will tell you though I promise.”

Placing a kiss on your nose, Scott pushed a piece of hair away from your face. “McDonald’s for dinner, babe?” You nodded eagerly, smiling.

When your boyfriend met you after his baseball practise later that day with bruised, bloody knuckles, you said nothing, but kissed him extra hard.

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spreadp0sitivity · 7 years ago

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The last tape - Scott Reed

Request: Hi again! I was wondering if you can do a scott x reader fluffy imagine where the reader was Hannah's best friend and she's on the tapes, but not because she did something to Hannah, but because Hannah wanted her to be happy with Scott since both of them like each other. Sorry for the bad english and thank u :))

Hope you like it 💕 ( @thankyouspiderr )

You made your way to your locker through the hallway, not understanding why everyone was suddenly looking at you. It was uncomfortable to have everybody's eyes on you, you just wanted to get to your class as fast as possible. You picked your books and closed the locker. And then you saw him, Scott. You had had a crush on him for years. You had become friends eventually and he was there for you after Hannah's death, but you would have never dared to tell him what your feelings for him were. He smiled at you and started to walk to you. But, all of a sudden, he changed his mind. He looked at the floor running his hand through his hair as he turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Why would he do that? Was he trying to avoid you? You were standing there all confused when Justin showed up. He didn't look good, something was wrong. "Justin? Are you okay?" You asked. "Well, no." He said staring at you as if he was trying to figure something out. "Jesus you didn't see it either, did you?" He finally said. "See what?" You asked even more confused now. "The tapes. Someone posted them on the internet last night" He whispered. "Wait what?! Mine too?!" You asked trying to take in the information. "Yeah, I'm sorry" Justin said squeezing your hand. "Fucking Clay" You sighed not needing to ask who had done it.

"I guess you were wondering who this tape belongs to. Why it was different from the others" You remembered Hannah's voice saying. Your tape was indeed different. It didn't have a number on it. Instead, she had written your initials in a lighter tone of blue nail polish. "It's because you are different. You didn't do anything wrong. I know you probably think you did but that's not true. You always helped me and I'm sorry for not telling you everything before. I didn't tell you about what happened at Bryce's and I didn't tell you about what I planned on doing because I wasn't ready and I didn't want you to worry. But I do want to tell you something before I go; find the happiness you deserve. I know about your crush on Scott, of course. But I also think that he haves a crush on you as well. So, be happy with him, okay? And I want you to pursue your dreams. I want you to get into NYU. I want you to write for The New York Times. Actually, do that for the both of us. I want you to be strong and fight for what you deserve because, even if I didn't do it, I know you can. Be happy, Y/N. I love you, best friend." You started crying as you remembered what Hannah said on your tape.

“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” Justin asked placing his hand on your shoulder. It was lunch time and you were sitting with Clay and Justin. Having them talk about the tapes and the court reminded you of your tape.

“She didn’t want me to feel guilty but I am. How could I not notice how she felt? She was my best friend, Justin” You answered sobbing.

“Listen, you are not responsible for her death, and the best you can do for her now is to do what she told you to.” Justin said trying to comfort you.

You nodded trying to hold in the tears since everybody was staring at you and whispering things.

"What's wrong?" Someone asked you as they sat next to you. You looked up to meet Scott's eyes.

"I-I uh..." You didn't know what to say. You wanted to tell him everything and let all the tears, the guilt and the pain out but you didn’t' want to talk there, with everyone paying attention to what you said and what you did.

Scott removed your tears with his hands making your heart beat faster.

"Wanna go outside to talk?" He asked as if he had read your mind. You nodded in response and Scott took you to the parking lot, holding your hand.

"Have you heard the tapes?" You asked once you were outside. "Yes" He said. "I was on them. She told me it wasn't my fault but it is. I'm as guilty as everyone else, Scott. I should have seen how she felt. I should have helped her." You said looking at the ground trying not to start crying again.

"You didn't know about many of the things that happened to her. How could you have helped without knowing what she needed help with?" He said squeezing your hand, he hadn't let go of it yet. "But still I should've at least noticed how sad she was" You said. "People are good at hiding their feelings. Even if there are signs, we can't read them because we expect things to be good. I don't think anyone would have noticed either if they were you" Scott said placing his fingers on your chin and making you look at his eyes. "Hannah didn't blame you. Trust her and don't blame yourself." You hugged him which took him by surprise. But he wrapped his arms around you and ran his hand through your back, comforting you and making you feel calm. "Scott?" You whispered against his chest. "Yeah?" "There was something else on my tape. Something about you." You said not wanting to look him in the eye. "I know. Is it true? That you have a crush on me?" He asked. And it took you a while to gather the courage to answer that. "Yes, it's true" You finally said and even if you weren't looking at him you knew he smiled when he heard it. "Good, 'cause I have a crush on you too" He said. You suddenly pulled away from the heart and look at him with your eyes widening. "What?!" You couldn't believe he liked you. Scott laughed. "Haven't you noticed? It's pretty obvious." He said finding it funny that you didn't know. Everybody had noticed and teased him about it. "Not for me apparently" You replied. "Well, now you know" He said pulling you closer to him. "I like you" He ended before leaning in to kiss you. A deep kiss that made your heart skipped a beat.

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sophiewritesworld · 6 years ago

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A Kiss To Change It All (Part 26) - Montgomery de la Cruz

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Warning: Mention of death. Angst at points.

Word count: A little less than 2000.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, my computer crashed and I didn’t have any wifi today. Next part will be next Sunday, 9 p.m. Belgian time! Love

The following day, even if you were beyond exhausted, you had to drop the tapes by the first person's place on them which meant Justin. You didn't bother eating or changing into fresh clothes, you just grabbed the box and rushed to drive to his house, making sure no one saw you, you rested the box on the doormat and quickly made your way to Jeff's. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep." Half a lie.

"Still thinking about Hannah, right?" You nodded, tightening your grip around the steering wheel. "There's nothing you could have done, (Y/N)..." He said as he rested his hand on yours, making you loosen your grip just enough for him to take your hand away and kiss the back of it. He had no idea about the tapes, he couldn't know just yet. He couldn't know until you sorted things out with Sheri. "Stop blaming yourself, okay?"

"It's so hard..."

"This is why you got me, sweetheart." The small smile playing on your lips quickly vanished when you bumped into the jocks as you walked inside the school, holding your best friend's arm. Almost instinctively, your grip around Jeff's forearm tightened when you met Bryce's gaze from afar. You felt sick just looking at him but then you saw Jessica, laughing and talking to him, unaware of what he did to her. "(Y/N)? (Y/N/N)? Sweetheart?"

"Uh... What?" You shook your head as Jeff's voice brought you back from your thoughts.

"You zoned out..."

"Uh sorry, I was thinking about that damn bio project for next week."

"Talking about bio... Hey Zach, what's up?"

You had to fake smiles for days long, contained yourself from murdering Sheri whenever she came to sit with you at lunch. Tony managed to convince not to do anything stupid until the tapes reached the final person. "You really think Porter will give them to that fucking rapist?"

"He won't. But for Hannah's sake, just keep it together for a little longer." A little longer meant two days later when Clay got them. He didn't say anything but you could read panic and anger on his face as he went slowly through the tapes. "He's so slow."

"Can you blame him? I mean the girl he loved is literally telling the story of why she killed herself and he is just processing this." You could only imagine how hard it was for Clay to hear her say those things and oh boy, you didn't want to think about his reaction when he would reach the final tape.

The following day was your action day. No one was going to hold you from sorting things out with Sheri. "Oh, hey Sheri." You said standing behind the brunette as she was gathering her books from her locker. She turned around, probably expecting to see you all smiles and happiness but instead she encountered an extremely angry (Y/N). The one who instantly pushed her back against the metal locker and slapped her as hard as she could and oh boy, did it feel good to finally let your built-in anger out. "This is for the stop sign you knocked down!" And another slap. "And this is for not reporting it because you were too scared of your daddy finding out you had an accident!" You growled before you punched her straight into her left cheek. It stung your fist a little bit and made her stumble, but you caught her before she could run away and trapped against the lockers. "This one was for nearly killing my best friend, bitch." You kept your voice low not to attract anyone in the empty hall.

"I can explain ever..."

"Just fucking shut it, Sheri."

Your hand landed once more against her cheek on which a light purple shade was starting to show. And when you were about to hit her once again, someone caught your wrist and pulled you back. "Easy there, tiger." Montgomery's voice was heard in a whisper in your ear as he dragged you away from Sheri. "You pick fights now, (Y/L/N)?" He smirked as Marcus checked on Sheri.

"Fucking let go of me, Cruz!" You struggled to free yourself from his strong hold but you failed. "I have reasons to do that."

"Your girlfriend is crazy." Sheri said rubbing her swollen cheek.

"I swear if you don't lock it, Sheri, I'm gonna fucking murder you!" You tried to reach her once more, but Montgomery had wrapped both arms around your waist and held you away from her.

"Uh uh, you're not murdering anyone, (Y/N)." He said and dragged you behind him to the boys' locker room, empty at this hour. "What happened to you, crazy?"

"None of your business." You groaned as you tried to get out of the room, but he just stepped in front of the locked door before you could reach the handle.

He quickly got a hold of your waist and pulled you against him. "Try again, princess." He breathed against your lips.

Pushing him away, you stepped back. "I'm not in the mood for that, Monty." You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed by his behavior.

"I'm very much in the mood to handle your hysteria, (Y/N/N). So, don't talk, we have plenty of time ahead of us." He said as he imitated your gestures. You sighed and went to sit on the small bench in the middle of the room. "Talk to me, (Y/N)." He knelt in front of you as he rested his hands on yours. "What's going on?"

Deep breath. "Sheri knocked the stop sign the night Jeff had his acci..."

"What? How do you know that?"

You closed your eyes and tried to continue. "Hannah ..."

"Hannah?"

"Will you let me finish, Cruz, instead of cutting me all the damn time?" You said, getting slightly irritated by his behavior. "Hannah left things behind her. She enlightened so many things, Jeff's accident among those."

He frowned and stood up, you could clearly see anger starting to pile up inside him. "And you believed her? What if she made all of this to suck everyone's lives after she died?"

"Oh yeah, why would she? Why would she lie about something like that, uh?"

"I am not saying she lied about Jeff but the rest..."

Your turn to cut him off. "Oh, so you know about the rest?" He just looked away, jaw clenching as he went. "Of course, you know, Walker told you everything, didn't he. That fucking..."

"Don't."

"You're defending him?" You took his silence as a positive answer. "Of course you are. I wasn't expecting anything less from you."

"(Y/N)..."

He tried to reach out for you but you stepped back, tears forming in your eyes. "He raped two of my friends and Lord knows if there aren't any other girls and you... You're defending him. What if it was me instead of Jessica, uh? What if he did this to me? Would you still pick his side and say that I am a liar, Monty?"

He shook his head. "It's not the same..."

You gathered all of your energy not to say what nearly happened last summer. Part of you wanted to forget about it and never recall what happened that night but after hearing the tapes, it was the only thing that filled your mind along with Sheri's tape.

It was after your little trip with him, Montgomery had begged you to spend the evening at Bryce's with him and the others. He knew you didn't like Bryce but he wanted to show you that he wasn't all bad as people might think and say. "Fine, but we're not sleeping there."

"Please... What? Did you actually say yes?" And you shouldn't have. Despite Jessica and Sheri being there, you felt terribly uncomfortable at the glances Bryce was giving you. You kept trying to stay with your boyfriend but the girls didn't want to sit by the boys' as they were playing some rather violent video game and yelling like madmen. At some point, Montgomery left to get more drinks with Scott. "The girls are here with you, baby and I'll be back before you know it, I promise."

What girls? Both of them were wasted and passed out in a room which pretty much left you sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through your social media until you heard the door open. "What such beauty is doing on her own?"

"As you can tell I am not alone, Bryce." You glanced at the girls. "Did you need something?" He didn't speak and sat next to you but you were quick to get on your feet and get to the door but he was quicker and grabbed your arm, pushing you against the wall. "Bryce, let go of me."

"We can have a little fun, (Y/N)."

"I don't want to." You tried pushing him but no success. Within seconds, he was pressed against you, trying to kiss you, hands moving to touch your body. "Jesus, Walker, get off me!" You raised your voice in hope to get someone's attention.

"Oh don't be like this, (Y/N), I know you want it." He whispered, sending shivers of terror through your spine.

"I don't want anything, leave me alone or I'm gonna ..."

He smirked. "Oh come on. What are you gonna do? Tell Montgomery? You really think he'll believe a girl he's been with since a few months or a trustworthy friend like me?"

"(Y/N)?" You sighed in relief when Zach entered the room. "Monty's looking for you." You pushed Bryce away and almost ran downstairs to hide in your boyfriend's arms. He just pressed a kiss on your hair and held you on his lap as he watched Justin and Alex play video games. You were shaking and could still feel Bryce's filthy hands on you, you felt sick and dirty.

"It could have been the same, Monty. But your loyalty for this rapist blinds you."

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