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profeyandere · 10 months ago

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐅 𝐌. ─── ☾ 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐄

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴘᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.6ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴛᴇꜰꜰ ᴍᴄᴋᴇᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ↪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴍᴜᴛɪꜱᴍ

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

"I still do not understand."

That murmur coming from Steff caught the attention of Blane, his proclaimed best friend. When the second named stopped speaking due to the interruption of the first, while telling him about what he had done during the previous afternoon, he couldn't help but frown at the lack of respect, quickly calming down when he saw that Steff's eyes seemed fixed at a specific point, as if he was completely lost in his own world, then following the blonde's blue and lost gaze among the entire crowd in the courtyard, most of whom were around them to have a little of Steff's attention, causing him not to be able to recognize the person the blonde was looking at and who had caught his attention until his gaze met that charming young woman in baggy pants, that girl in his class who never raised her voice and never responded to no one's questions or to the sarcastic comments of some of her friends, who laughed at that moment and nodded at whatever her friend was telling her; From their place in the shade, near the stairs that led into the building, it was impossible for them to hear what you and your friend were talking or commenting on, but curiosity did not stop sparkling in the way a certain boy looked at you. In some way that Steff and Blane didn't understand, you had managed to catch the attention of the school's king out of all the girls he had ever met or were around him. It wasn't because you were an ugly or unpleasant girl that the surprise came up, but because you had never really been noticed, not even Blane, much less Steff, but you always seemed to be there, whether it was in history class, in the cafeteria eating your sandwich or in the library using one of the computers to finish some specific work; Much to their dismay, the reality was that they never noticed you, mainly because you had never spoken, at least while they were present. You were just another person, worldly and surrounded by a small bubble that kept you completely immersed in your world from which the only person who was next to you used to take you out. You also had a fairly normative beauty that didn't attract too much attention and, even so, you managed to steal the breath of the most popular boy in school by doing nothing; It was the honest truth, you had done nothing to get his attention and it was impressive.

"If it's any consolation, I don't understand it either," Blane said in response, looking back at his friend, noticing how he was frowning softly while moving his jaw slightly, a reflex action he did when he was thinking about something. "You could talk to her, you know? Girls don't bite you."

A small sly smile appeared on his face at the brunette's last statement. In reality, the girls literally bit him, but he knew that Blane was speaking figuratively at that moment.

"They don't usually leave a mark, so I'm not worried," Steff pointed out, causing Blane to frown at her suggestion. Do not look at me like that. "Besides, she should be the one approaching me, not the other way around. I'm Steff McKee, for God's sake. I'm not just any guy, I'm the most popular boy in the entire school, and I shouldn't be the one who approaches; I do not beg anyone."

Blane sighed again as he listened to him and saw how he pushed his chest forward as if he wanted to show his superiority and masculinity, but actually looked like a complete idiot by expecting others to be the ones who had to approach him to get attention. His friend was too proud to give in, even more so when it was a girl. Although, in reality, he had never seen him approach one directly or without any intention, that is true, they were always the ones who approached him and not the other way around and, when he approached them, they usually returned to him to have a little of "the McKee essence", as the blonde liked to call it. That situation was relatively strange but, as soon as Blane had thought about it for a few seconds, he quickly looked at him in surprise when he realized that he had already taken the step before.

"You've already talked to her before, that's why you're waiting for her to come to you," the brunette finally indicated, remaining speechless when he realized the reality that was enveloping them at that moment, being able to see how Steff finally looked away from you so you could focus on him as a way of telling him to shut up. "Go, talk to her, what are you going to lose?"

"I'm going to lose her pride if I get closer to her," the blonde responded instantly, shaking his head while a mocking and sly smile appeared on his face. "I refuse to make this any more embarrassing than it already is. I talked to her last week and do you know what she did? Ignore me. She looked at me, didn't say a single word, and then walked away as if nothing had happened. She did some strange things with her hands and vanished."

Blane frowned as he heard about his friend's experience with you. Actually, it was a little strange to approach someone and have them just gesture at you and then walk away without saying anything, but the more he thought about your attitude, the more strange and curious it seemed to him. They had never met someone like you, he had to give you some credit for that. You never talked to anyone, but you did make people laugh about something you did or said. You were more observant, you seemed to listen to people before doing anything else and, above all, you held their gaze for much longer, although you showed your mood in the way you -. Oh. Right. How had they not been able to see it before? Blane managed to capture it during a couple of minutes of reflection. Of course, you didn't talk, possibly you would never do it no matter how much people forced you to do so and you probably wouldn't accept or want to approach Steff because of some strange face he had made when you 'talked' to him.

"Steff, my goodness, what did she do when you approached her to talk to her?" The brunette asked, getting up from the step, shaking the dust off his light pants and adjusting the hem of his bottom while he felt like the most intelligent boy in the universe.

The aforementioned shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know," Steff responded with slight exhaustion, running a hand through his blonde hair in an exasperated manner. "I approached her, greeted her, told her how she was doing and then she started moving her hands and arms, she even gave me strange faces as if she were making fun of me. What do you want me to do? I was shocked, I thought something was happening to her, like a heart attack, and, when she stopped, she didn't do anything else, she just looked into my eyes as if she wanted to destroy me or something with a laser beam."

Steff's exaggeration did not take the brunette by surprise.

"Her friend wasn't with her, right?" Blane questioned again, receiving a quick denial from his friend, causing him to sigh. "Of course, you weren't going to understand it. Not you, not me, not anyone who doesn't know what he has or understand what he does. She gets up, let's go greet her, you'll see how now you understand her."

Steff, who was about to refuse to get up to continue the plan his friend had planned in just a few seconds, felt Blane's hand on his arm to lift him up, forcing him to do so with a strong tug before pushing him, and causing small stumbles, towards where you were with your friend on the other side of the basketball court under the shade provided by one of the pine trees in the patio. Luckily, Blane didn't have to try very hard to bring him with you because people were moving out of his way when they saw the king of the school emerge from the shadows to mingle with the crowd and because Steff's feet were moving quickly to meet you as if he truly had the illusion of being able to take him to the girl who had caught his attention so much.

You, on the other hand, were not aware of the approach of your two classmates, because you continued looking at your friend while she explained to you in detail everything that had happened, what she had experienced in her last chemistry class, mentioning how one the floor had fallen from the flasks because of some students who, laughing, had begun to push each other and one of them had caused the other's flask to fall; Due to clumsiness and poor use of chemical utensils in the laboratory, both were forced to pay an amount of money that they could not complain about. It was embarrassing enough to start arguing with the professor after the scandal they caused, so they didn't feed him and simply agreed to pay.

"Just by chance, have you pissed off Steff McKee?" Your friend asked, interrupting her own story, to which you could only frown before gently shaking your head, confused by her question. "Don't be alarmed, don't turn around abruptly, but he's coming this way and he doesn't seem to have a good face."

As the obedient woman that you were, for the sake of your friend's reputation, you slowly turned your head to see how, indeed, Steff McKee and Blane McDonagh were approaching you, the latter being the one who showed you a soft smile that he usually gave to everyone who approached him, while the first one kept his face serious, with the same grimace with which he looked at you the first and only time he spoke to you; It's not that it made you feel bad that he looked at you that way, far from it, you were already used to scaring people away or receiving looks like his.

"Good morning, girls." Blane greeted when they finally stopped, in front of you and your friend, standing next to each other, where the sun was shining on them. You gently tilted your head and then moved your hands with agility to return the greeting in the same way that your friend later did. "Is that how you say it? Good morning is it with those gestures?"

His question caught you by surprise and you couldn't help but nod your head softly.

"What?" Steff said, looking between Blane and you. "That's what she did to me the other time, those gestures. Why don't you speak? Don't make gestures, I didn't understand you and I don't understand you now."

The brown-haired boy looked at his friend and then sighed.

"Excuse him, he still doesn't know about your condition, your… Disability? Is it okay if I name it that way?" The boy questioned, causing you to nod again. Subsequently, the boy's blue gaze was placed on his friend again. "She's mute, Steff. She can't speak and, if she does, at least her sounds are not understandable."

Your gaze quickly met your friend's as a smile appeared on your face, you both already knew what you were referring to with that look. People, in general, used to look for the right words to explain your disability so as not to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad or displaced, but it only made you funnier when they tried to talk to you, even more, so a person like Steff or Blane.

"You understand my language?"

Steff's sudden question caused his friend's face to turn white and red with embarrassment, while you and your friend began to laugh loudly, even if yours wasn't a conventional laugh. Your friend's laugh was worth both of us, while you kept your hand over her mouth while you made similar, guttural noises that resembled a laugh. Steff, on the other hand, was confused and didn't understand anything.

"Of course, she understands our language, Steff," your friend murmured as she tried to catch her breath. "She is mute, not a foreigner," she continued, looking at you later when she saw that you started moving your hands again. "And she says that she finds you very funny, although she already had that impression the first time she saw you."

The blonde's face reddened gently and, as if it were a small child, he looked away before adjusting his hair, sighing later to look at you again with a slightly lopsided smile.

"Tell your friend that I didn't know about her… Lack of speech on her part," she commented with slight seriousness, although you didn't take him seriously when you saw him place his hands on his waist. "I thought that she was making fun of me or that she wanted to kill me with her eyes."

"She is mute, not deaf, she listens to you well." Your friend intervened again, now acting as an interpreter when she saw you move your hands towards Steff again, wanting to communicate with him, in some way. "That day she greeted you, introduced herself and asked you how you were, but since you didn't answer and you looked at her in that strange way, she decided to leave so as not to make you uncomfortable."

"Oh…" The blonde murmured, shrugging his shoulders as if he truly hadn't understood her, as was the real case with her. For a moment he was speechless as he realized a little of the reality of him, even if he didn't understand the disability you had. "It's just that I wanted to talk to you, nothing more."

Your friend, upon hearing his words, couldn't help but smile and she gave you a gentle pat on the back as encouragement while Blane, on the other hand, did the same with Steff. They were going to leave you alone and, no matter how much the blonde begged his friend with his eyes for him to stay or for your friend to be your interpreter, nothing helped. Steff wouldn't understand you no matter how much you moved your hands or your arms or made funny faces, or at least that's what I thought. You were aware of how hard it was for people to understand you, some didn't make much effort to learn sign language, but you wanted to give Steff a chance, so you took out a little notebook from your backpack and started writing in it.

"Don't worry, Steff, you're covered." You wrote in your notebook, smiling softly at him. You could see him move closer to you to read what you had written and, for a moment, you could see an attempt at a smile.

"Thank you, otherwise I wouldn't know how to talk to you or what to tell you," he said, ignoring how your friends had moved away to give you some privacy. Steff continued to watch you write something in your notebook, and when you pointed to the word and then to yourself, he realized it was your name. "I like it, it goes very well with you."

Even though you were a mute person, and there were several barriers between you, at that moment you felt that for the first time, there was someone who had broken them down. It didn't matter at that moment why he had wanted to approach you, all you knew was that it felt good to have someone else by your side to talk to.

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