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Quick Escape (Part Five)

Schlatt x gn!reader <-P. Four P. One ???-> Summary: You wake up the next morning confused about the night before and the feelings that have bubbled up. You make your escape to head to work but can't stop thinking about him. Warnings: none I don't think? A/N: thank you to the lovely anon who asked for the next part! I love writing this series but was feeling a bit funny about it for some reason lol so i really appreciate you. I'm gonna get this series back up and going cause I really like it!

You woke up slowly the next morning, turning over as you groan in your half awake state, burying your face in the pillow for a second longer before you eventually let your eyes flutter open. You blink slowly as you force your eyes to adjust, bringing your hand up to rub the sleep from them and cringing slightly when you see the black streak of mascara left behind on your palm. Oh fuck, you think, you slept in your makeup.

And your clothes from last night, you think as you turn over in bed, feeling the button from your pants digging into your stomach. As you turn over and look up you can't stop the small gasp that escape your lips when you see the wall next to you, covered in framed posters you don't recognise.

It takes you a minute to get your bearings again. You weren't hungover thank god, but you had drunk a lot the night before, and your memory of what happened was a hazy blur of sounds and colours, barely pieced together. You look around the room, a soft flutter settling in your chest as you eye the familiar desk setup, the whiteboard in the corner, the weight bench by the wall. Eventually your eyes settle on the large lump of a man laying curled up on the old beat up couch, a small blanket thrown over him as his feet dangled over the edge.

Schlatt.

You bite your lip when the memories of last night fill your mind, seeing him at the bar, kissing him in the cab, stumbling back here together. Your breath catches in your throat when you remember him turning you down, looking down at your crumpled clothes and realising you hadn't had sex last night, a soft flutter of confusion and appreciation settling in your chest when you realise he hadn't even changed your clothes.

You look back over at him as he sleep, admiring the way his nose twitches slightly as he turns onto his back, large arm dangling off the side as he kicks his leg over the arm rest. It would be so easy to just slip onto the couch with him, curl up into his side, you're sure in his half asleep state he wouldn't push you away. He'd mumble your name into the early morning and just groan sleepily when you shush him and tell him to go back to sleep.

You shake the thought from your head and quickly push the sheets off you, scrambling around in the nearly dark room to grab your shoes and bag from where he had dumped them on his desk chair. It was early, thankfully, you could tell that much from the sun rising behind the neighboring apartments, but you still had to get to work.

You slip your shoes on, as quickly and quietly as possible, making a move for the door when you stop, seeing the light from the kitchen peaking through the crack in it. As much as you loved jay's mum, you didn't wanna have that awkward morning talk, it was too early for that.

With a groan you turn away from the door and curse yourself silently as you look at your only other option.

You couldn't stiffen your giggles as you clamber up the fire escape, giggling turning into howls of laughter as Schlatt desperately shushes you as he reaches out a hand for you. He clamps his hands firmly around your wrists, begging you to just shut up and hurry as you all but fall through his window with a thud.

He clamps a hand over your mouth as he stares at you in horror, beginning you to be quiet as you gasp our broken giggles against his palm, wheezing as the excitement of sneaking in to see him fills your body with a buzz of energy that you have to let out somehow.

"Oh fuck," you hear him say as he's pushing you towards his closet, shutting the door behind you as you desperately gasp for air to hold back your laughs. You hear the soft knock of his mother at his door, hearing her talking to him as you focus all your energy on not blowing your cover.

"And will Y/N be staying for dinner?" you hear her ask, hearing Schlatt try desperately to play it cool as he asks her what she's talking about.

"I thought I was grounded, no friends over you said."

As you hear the words leave his mouth the closet door swings open and once again you fall apart giggling, watching Mrs Schlatt tries her best to look stern as she bites back her smile, "we're having pasta tonight Y/N, I'll do you a bowl."

You gently pry open the window, sliding the glass pain and hoisting yourself up on his desk as quietly as you can, climbing out of it onto the ledge, heels in hand. Unfortunately for you, his window is one of the only ones not directly opening onto the fire escape, so you have to make the shimmy across, pressing yourself tightly up against the wall as you will yourself not to look down.

It's something you've done countless times, back and forth in any condition, rain, dark, holding bags and books, drunk. But it's been a few years now since you've attempted an endeavor like this, and your legs are a bit out of practice, shaking slightly as you try to keep your balance.

You shimmy across, praising whatever god you can think of in that moment when your feet seem to remember the movements on their own, shuffling nervously until eventually your hands find the railings of the fire escape and you hoist yourself over.

Your decent down is not nearly as graceful as you think it is, but it is quick, descending the couple of stories to the alleyway between his building and the next, jumping down with a soft huff.

You slip your shoes back on as you look up at Schlatt's window, still dark inside as he sleeps soundly, blissfully unaware of your escape. You feel guilty, abandoning him almost, but you're not sure if you're ready to have that talk with him yet. You know you'll need to at some point, last night has brought up feelings in you that you were sure you buried a long time ago, and you're not sure you're gonna be able to escape them as easily this time. But right now, you've gotta get to work, you reason, there's no way around it.

You'll text him later, you decide as you make your way to the subway, emotions can wait till after you've been paid.

The events of last night leave you spaced out for the rest of the day, mind elsewhere as you let autopilot take over as you mill about the cafe. It's hard to focus on anything as every time you so much as blink, you remember the feeling of Schlatt's lips against yours, wishing you hadn't left this morning.

It was crazy that you even saw him. You didn't even know he was back in the state let alone that he would be there, in that bar, looking as handsome as he always does. There was a lot you didn't know about him anymore you realise, but the familiar warmth that was undeniably him has left a longing in your chest, even in the few short hours since you've left his home. It was an odd feeling seeing him again, it was like you managed to pick up right where you left off, like you always do, but this time felt different than when you had run into him in the past, there was something bubbling under the surface. It was like he was a stranger, a tall, handsome stranger you desperately wanted to impress, just like he had been all those years ago in maths class. Except you weren't teenagers. You weren't awkward and lanky and goofy.

Instead, there was this handsome man, sitting next to you all night, recounting stories of a boy you used to know, from the lips of someone you only half recognise, that feels like comfort and home.

You were adults now. With adult feelings and baggage.

It confuses you.

It confuses you how he can go from making out with you in the taxi, to sending you to bed, untouched and needy. Had he sobered up and decided he didn't want you anymore? Or had he decided he wanted to wait, to make sure you wanted it too, so you could be sober together when you took each other apart.

You let yourself hope it was the later.

"Did you get invited to Stacy's?" you ask as you slot into the cafeteria table opposite Schlatt, chewing at your food as you look up at him questioningly pick at his tray of whatever they were serving today, "she's doing a thing next Friday apparently."

He shakes his head as he eats his lunch, "nah," he says dismissively, "Amy didn't want me there."

Your face scrunches up in confusion as you watch him, glancing over briefly to the table where Stacy, Amy and the rest of their friends sat chatting happily. "Why not?" you ask, glancing between your friend and his girlfriend's table, confused why she wouldn't want him here.

"I broke up with her."

His mumbled confession leaves you shocked, floundering for words as you stare at him, watching his face flush with embarrassment as he looks up and meets your gaze. He grumbles something to himslef as he looks away, picking embarrassingly at his food, "it's been a few weeks now, it's not that big of a deal."

"A few weeks?" you gawk at him, amazed at how casual he's being about this earth shattering news.

He just shrugs and looks down at his food, face flushed a deep read as he picks at his tray, "she just wasn't right for me," he says softly, your heart pounding in your chest as he glances up at you.

The midday rush thins out, leaving the cafe nearly empty bar a few regulars who tend to mill around for a while. As you wipe down some counters, you hear the bell ring and can't stop the warm smile on your face as you see Mrs Abrahams walk in. She lived nearby the cafe, and would make the drop by 5 times a week, “can’t miss aqua arobics,” she would remind you every Friday after appologising for not seeing you the day before.

You have her usual plated up, a blueberry scone with extra cream and a black tea, warm, not hot, ready to go as always. “Afternoon Mrs A,” you smile kindly at the lady as she walks up to the counter and sits at one of the stools, digging around in her bag for her purse and counting out change onto the counter.

“Good afternoon Y/N,” she says kindly, her cute wrinkled face scrunching up in a friendly smile before she takes in your appearance and her eyebrows raise in surprise, “oh dear, you look tired today.”

You blush a bit as you take her money, ringing her up in the cash register, "a bit," you say with a coy shrug, "big night."

She hums knowingly as she blots her lipstick with a napkin, hiding her giggle at your casual dismissal of her statement, “big night," she says, placing the emphasis deliberately to make you blush, "haven’t heard tales of a big night from you in a while.”

You scoff as you look at the lady, failing to hide the giddy smile that spreads across your face as your thoughts drift back to Schlatt, his big, warm arms around wrapped around you in the back of the cab, his soft lips on yours. You wonder if he’s asleep on the couch still, fighting the urge to drop work and run back to his, sneak back through the window and curl up next to him.

Mrs Abrahams smiles softly as she eyes your shy smile, tilting her head knowingly at you, “someone on your mind?”

Your eyes drift up to meet her, face feeling warm at the motherly look in her eyes, “just an old friend,” you say back, failing to hide the dreamy sigh that slips from your lips as you duck down behind the counter, partly to get napkins but mostly to hide your embarrassment.

“Don’t be coy dear,” she laugh above you, leaning forward over the counter and peering down at you, “do you have a photo?”

You lean your head against the wall of the counter as you sit on your knees, digging your phone out of your pocket and scrolling through your photos until you find a picture. It’s an old photo of you and Schlatt, from one of the last times you saw each other, a few years ago when he came out to visit you at university. Back when you still talked everyday.

You were at the pier, some fair or something you dragged him along to so he could get to know your uni friends. He’s leaning back on the railing while you sit on it, arms thrown around him as you beam at the camera, the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips as he tries to look tough. You remember that day so well, how nice it was to have your worlds collide like that, your old friend and your new ones. Even if it was the only time that happened.

He’s thinner there than he is now, the mutton chips a new development around that time, looking a lot more rough than they do now. You remember laughing when he got off the plane and you saw them in person for the first time, even if you did touch yourself that night thinking about them rubbing against your thighs.

You both look so happy. You haven't felt that happy in a while.

You thrust the phone up to the woman waiting above you, while you hide your face behind the counter. “Oh,” you hear above you as she takes the phone.

“Don’t say that!” you groan as you stand up, leaning against your hand as you watch her adjust her glasses to look at the phone screen.

“Oh no dear no, it’s not bad,” she says as she squints and zooms the photo in awkwardly, “he’s not bad looking he’s just…” she trails off.

“Rugged?” You ask as you cross your arms, biting the inside of your cheek.

“I was gonna say odd, but rugged is much nicer,” she says, her expression pensive as she looks at you over the glasses.

You gawk at her as you take the phone back, “he’s not odd looking, he’s…” you say as you look down at the phone, a small smile finding its way onto your lips, “handsome.”

She smiles at you as she watches your flushed face eye the photo of your ‘friend.’ She’s always been a sucker for love, and the tragic tales of your love life were starting to make her more sad than excited. She’s seen you in all stages of your dating life since you’ve started working here, and she’s been silently praying to st Anthony to help you find the one you’re looking for.

You snap your attention back to meet Mrs Abraham’s knowing stare as you huff, shoving the phone back in your pocket as you bristle at the woman’s laughter. “Tall men,” she whistles as he wiggles her eyebrows at you when your surprised eyes meet her gaze, “can’t beat them.”

“Mrs A,” you gasp as you cover your hand to hide your laugh as you turn your attention towards the door when another customer walks in. You shake your head, silently scolding the woman who just laughs from her spot at the counter. You potter around for a while, chatting happily with people as you take orders, trying to shake the thought of Schlatt from your mind, even as find yourself pulling out your phone a few more times, smiling at the picture of you and Schlatt.

“When you know you know,” Mrs Abrahams voice says as she packs up her purse to leave.

You stare out the window of the cafe, hoping by some miracle that Schlatt will waltz down the street and into the cafe and give you the answers that you so desperately need. You can't help the nagging in your stomach as you think of the night before, what did it mean? Does he want you or not?

“And when you don’t know?” You ask softly as you turn back to the elderly woman making her way to the door.

“Well then you have to find out.”

"I think I'm gonna tell him," you muse softly as you nod to yourself, leaning back in the seat of Schlatt's car as he pulls out of the parking lot. You see his eyes glance over to you a few times in surprise before you shut your eyes and let your head fall back against the head rest.

You're gonna tell him? Schlatt scoffs in disbelief as he drives, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly as he forces his gaze to stay locked on the road in front of him, even as he hears you hum beside him.

"Might as well right?" you say as you shrug, opening your eyes again, as you turn slightly to look at him, taking in his profile as he drives, "what's the worst that happens?"

"You get your heart broken by some idiot who was never good enough for you to begin with."

You both fall silent as your stare up at him surprised, watching him as he swallows nervously and focuses on driving. You see him visibly relax when you let out a soft laugh, flicking your hair out of your face as you turn to look out the window of the car, mumbling a sarcastic, "aren't you a romantic?"

You feel exhausted when you finally sit down on the subway, letting out a long sigh as you lean your head back against the glass, trying to ignore the noise around you. The day was finally over, you could go home and sleep and forget all about last night with Schlatt, let yourself have an evening of just forgetting about the emotions swirling inside you as you pop open a bottle of wine. You could go back to how it was before last night, ex best friends who vaguely kept up with each other, when you didn't have to think about how nice his lips felt against yours. The way it should be.

The sound of happy giggles makes your heart ache as you look down the row of seats opposite you, seeing the couple leaning against each other as they whisper happily.

You watch as his hands trail up her legs playfully, twirling the hem of her skirt in his hands before she slaps his hand away, both of them falling apart into love struck giggles that makes you feel sick with jealousy. What you wouldn’t do to feel Schlatt’s hand on your knee like that, to have him lean into your side as he whispers something sweet in your ear. Sober, this time, kind and loving.

Your phone feels heavy in your pocket as you squeeze your eyes tight, feeling the anxiety build inside you as you huff out groan and open up your messages.

Fuck it.

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