#I am hyped beyond belief for next friday

[hinalatte]

An Attempt at Analyzing David Chiem’s Motivations

and a bunch of other stuff that got in there somehow

Ch2 Ep12 spoilers ahead! (And spoilers for the Literature Girl Insane MV picture if you haven’t seen it already)

So, Ch2 Ep12 changed some things about my perception of David. I was under the impression that the way he was acting in the trial was because of a self destructive breakdown, but the latest episode reveals that he’s making an attempt at altruism.

But I still think he’s having a self destructive breakdown. The end result is still the same—he dies, he ruins his public image. This is still, objectively, self destructive behavior. He just has a motivation to make it “worth it” now.

I believe David wants to be a good person. He just doesn’t know how to be one. He feels like he may never be one. Xander is that good person David wishes he was, so he’s dedicating himself to following what Xander would do. If Xander was good, he can also be good by following his example. (I made a theory about something like this a while back, go read my David Chiem and colors analysis if you’re curious)

So let’s return to that picture of David holding Xander’s jacket, with the context of this episode.

First of all, the “you” in these quotes is most definitely Xander.

1. I became a villain in pursuit of your dream.

We know what this means. David acted up during the trials to look guiltier so that the trial would end up with a misvote. He’s actively trying to end the lives of everyone there because of what Xander tried and failed to do in Chapter 1. But what I’m curious about is what Xander’s “dream” really was. He never said anything about wanting to end the killing game by dying. The only thing he tried to do was kill Teruko.

David pauses before stating that his motive was to end the killing game by eliminating the entertainment value. His expression is also pretty suspicious. It sounds like something he made up on the spot. And if he wanted to end the killing game by not being entertaining, why did he go against everyone’s plan of doing nothing and killing no one? Why did he fan the flames by telling everyone to admit their secrets? The conflict that stemmed from his actions was what made the second chapter entertaining to begin with. So I don’t think this truly was his motive for trying to get everyone killed. I think he was following in Xander’s footsteps. He’s trying to kill Teruko.

We all remember the secret David got, right?

I think most of us agree that him saying this was Xander’s secret was a lie. He waited until everyone was done talking so he could make sure no one had Xander’s actual secret, and then he pinned it on him. He also has an extremely high opinion of Xander and gets upset when people slander him, so I don’t think there’s any way he would admit to this being Xander’s secret unless it wasn’t actually Xander’s secret. I think he’s saying it’s Xander because he feels comfortable using his name for his goals, since they’re “partners in crime” in his mind. That secret is definitely Teruko’s.

I think when Xander initially attempted to kill Teruko, David was conflicted about how to feel. But once he got Teruko’s secret, it made sense. Xander was a hero and Teruko was a villain, and David had to do what Xander couldn’t. His ploy to get everyone killed is so Teruko has to be killed alongside them.

That’s my theory, anyway. I could be wrong, especially considering David could’ve tried to kill Teruko with his own hands if he really did want her dead. But it’s also possible he didn’t do that because he knew she would have survived it somehow.

2. I threw away my humanity for an ideal that I couldn’t understand.

What’s interesting to me here is the use of the word “couldn’t”. It’s not that he “didn’t” understand Xander’s ideals. It’s that he “couldn’t”, because he doesn’t understand Xander’s altruism. Every time he talks about his motivations in this episode, it’s about Xander. He even frames the moral dilemma of killing everyone there for the greater good from Xander’s perspective—16 lives, which was how many there were when Xander attempted murder, rather than 13, which is how many there are as David is saying this.

David doesn’t know how to be a good person. He believes Xander is the only good person he’s ever known, so he’s blindly following what “Xander would do” in hopes of doing something good.

This is especially interesting to me because becoming a good person has been a theme this whole chapter. Arei used Eden as a reference for what a good person looked like as well. But that’s an essay for another time!

3. But I don’t regret it. To “regret” is to imply that I could have done anything else.

I’m pretty sure the only thing keeping David going is Xander’s legacy. He doesn’t have much faith in himself as a person, so it’s either give up or give everything to the ideals of the man he believed in.

This line makes it pretty evident to me that even though he’s acting like he knows what he’s doing, he still feels lost. But at the same time, when you’re lost in a maze, the only thing you can do is follow the path ahead of you.

4. I never told you, but the truth is, I wasn’t capable of ever becoming human in the first place.

The idea of being human is present in a lot of things relating to David’s character. This 4th quote in particular seems to be a response to this line by Xander, from their “role models” conversation.

David is also associated with the book No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai through the Literature Girl Insane MV. No Longer Human is about a man that feels so detached from other people that it’s like he’s not even one of them. To fit in, he pretends to be what they expect him to be, but he never truly feels connected to them.

“Mine has been a life of much shame. I can’t even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.”

I think it’s safe to guess that David feels a similar way.

David is disoriented by normal human interaction. The ways in which he interacts with people are entirely based on their perception of him. He’s an upstanding role model when that’s what they expect, and a callous villain once they accuse him of murder. He acts that way to further his goals, sure, but it’s still isolating. As he says, his relationships are fake, because he himself is a fake person.

He feels like he fundamentally lacks what other humans have. This could mean a whole slew of things, but I think the most relevant one right now is ideals. David doesn’t have ideals of his own in the way Xander does. Xander believes in fighting for what’s right. David is so disconnected from other people that he doesn’t even know what “right” is.

The line where Xander calls David “human” is in the context that David isn’t a perfect role model. It’s interesting that he seems to be arguing against that. Not because he’s perfect. It seems to me like he’s saying “I am not, and never will be, like you.”

And of course, the “I never told you” is because Xander is dead. He never got to know David’s true self.

5. So in the end, you are always—

I genuinely have no idea what this means. If somebody has even the smallest clue…my ask box is open. Please.

Conclusion

Is killing the entire cast really something Xander would do? Who knows! But David sure seems to think so, and he’s apparently the one who knows Xander the best. Nevertheless, it’s leading to a lot of interesting conflict.

I also want to note that I might be making it sound like David has low self esteem. I don’t mean that. Very little has been confirmed about David’s inner psyche. But here’s my interpretation, for fun’s sake:

David has a low opinion of himself, but he also has an ego. When you think of yourself as fundamentally different from other people, that can lead to you developing a sense of superiority over it. Like you’re the only one in the world with some knowledge others don’t have. This is a mindset people with depression can easily develop. Teruko acts this way as well, a little bit. She literally calls herself a main character. David also calls himself a main character in his MV, alongside Xander.

He also doesn’t seem to respect Hu’s opinion, judging by this sprite. It’s like him and Xander are the only ones who know what has to be done, and everyone else just doesn’t understand.

But he still has low self esteem. He sees Xander as someone who is just better than him, and thinks he’s too bad of a person to improve. People can think they’re worse and better than others at the same time. It’s very interesting. But again, that’s just my interpretation, going off of vibes more than anything else.

I’ll also mention here that I think David knew Xander from news articles before the killing game started. Xander was an activist. David might’ve seen some of the things he did, like the Chariton case, on the news at some point. He might have admired him for it.

That’s all for today. They are very intriguing to me. I will be back later about non-Xanvid things.

[spookysmujer]

Or Nah, O. Diaz

Summary: You spend the night teasing Oscar and he ends up putting you in your place.

warning: s m u t (18+) 🥵, bratty!Reader

word count: 2k

requested by: @aneitii

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Nothing can beat a Friday night and good company. Especially when it’s those two things at the Santos house. The usuals have filled the backyard and the music is bumping. Everyone is having a good time, everyone except you.

The night didn’t start this way but as Oscar spent more time giving his attention to his compas rather than you it began to irritate you beyond belief. Granted, you can be a bit a brat when it comes to having his attention, tonight he knows that he’s upsetting you with it. And two can play at that game. 

“Hey, I’m gonna be right back. It’s way too hot for these jeans.” You excuse yourself from the group of ladies you were drinking with to head into the house. The mischievous grin spreading across your face like a Cheshire cat.

You dig through the drawer you have as yours in Oscar’s dresser. Shuffling through the stack of bottoms to find what you were looking for and when you spot it, you internally squeal.

A perfect ploy to get your man’s attention and keep it on you, and you only.

The air is cooler as you step back out into the bustling backyard and immediate eyes are set on you. The pencil skirt, tight and short on your thighs and doing nothing but good things for your behind.

“Damn mama!” If everyone’s attention wasn’t on you then, Joker saying something has got it now. He holds a fist to his mouth and inhales at the sight of your smooth legs exposed.

Oscar’s eyes land on you and he can’t deny the twitch he felt in his pants especially when you had your back to him. He clears his throat loudly which signals everyone to take their eyes off you. Everyone knows how territorial Oscar is when it comes to you.

You walk pass Oscar, his eyes trained on you the entire time despite the people around him trying to strike up conversation. “Man, that is much better. Does it look okay?” The girls hype you up with oh’s and ah’s especially when you turn to show them your plump behind, looking over your shoulder to get a look yourself and you don’t miss the look Oscar is giving you, has been giving you.

He isn’t the type of guy to slip away to go fuck when he is hosting a party, which is why you are enjoying every second of this. Looking this nice in the skimpy outfit knowing that it will rile him up until everyone is gone.

After some conversation with a few people, Oscar whistles to get your attention. You look over at him and he tips his head for you to make your way over to him, you tilt your head to the side and mouth ‘no’ to him.

Oscar’s face contorts to irritation as you just smile and walk further away from him. The game you’re playing is a dangerous one and you know it too. Once you came across a post on IG saying, ‘Piss him off now, so he can fuck you harder later.’ The post circulating in your mind.

You start to think how rough he’ll be with you. How he’ll feel every inch of your body and kiss all the visible skin leaving marks to let his homies who you belong to. Despite your headstrong nature of independence, it’s something about belonging to someone that turns you on. The thoughts going right to your heat and you squeeze your thighs together. 

As the party begins to die down and more people leave, you begin to feel the excitement course through your veins. Your eyes scan the backyard for Oscar but you can’t find him until you turn and bump into a body.

“Homies starting to leave.” He states the obvious and you pretend to look around like you haven’t noticed, “And you’ve been a brat tonight. You know exactly what you were doing putting that on, sucia.” He dips his head down until his mouth is next to your ear when he whispers that last word, breath hitting the side of your neck.

Your eyes close for a brief moment as you feel his body heat move away from you. He smirks as he stretches with his arms above his head and his skin peeps through below his flannel, his happy trail poking out and oh, you can’t explain how much you love to see it.

Oscar wipes his hand over his mouth and looks around before closing the space between you. Your face nearly against his chest as his moves his hand between your nearly touching bodies. It moves at the bottom of your skirt and his fingers brush against the lace fabric of your underwear.

When you feel the feather touches you recoil and grab his hand to move away. Oscar is never one for public displays of affection, always said that was for little kids like his brother and girlfriend. He hums when you look up at him.

“If your ass isn’t on the bed in 5, I’ll make you watch another hyna suck me off while you’re tied down to the bed.” You’re breathless as he spews out the filthy words.

It’s almost like the speed of sound that you are entering the bedroom. You step in slowly as you see the light of the conjoined bathroom shine under the door. A huff from your nose as you crawl on the bed, waiting for the unknown.

Oscar comes out with a towel dangerously low around his hips. You lay back with your knees up, swaying side to side and a finger between your teeth. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, as he leans forwards to rest his now balled up fist on top the sheets. His muscles bulging as well.

You open your legs, letting the skirt rise up towards your hips. The finger in your mouth now being suckled on like a ice pop on a hot day. With it coated with your saliva you bring it between your legs and into your panties that now sport a wet spot. “Mhmm,” You moan as you fingers begin to assault the swollen bud, so sensitive and yearning for Oscar’s touch.

He grabs your ankles to pull you to the bottom of the bed roughly, a little squeal escaping you. He keeps his hold on you as he pushes your legs apart, looking down at your wet, but clothed pussy. Oscar licks his lips as he pulls your panties to side, running his finger through your glistening slit. The feeling immensely pleasurable.

“This what I had to look forward to all night?” 

Oscar’s eyes darken as they meet yours. This is the Oscar you want in the bed, the relentless one. The one who runs shit just as Spooky does. He lets your ankles go and grabs your hips roughly, lifting you off the bed and over on your stomach. Before you can push yourself up on all fours, he pushes your head down into the bed.  

His hard member covered by the towel pressing against your ass, you giggle as your wiggle your hips. Oscar pushes your skirt up and your panties down  around your knees. Your ass high up in the air, face down into the bed. Buzzing with excitement to be filled to the hilt with his delicious cock but your met with his mouth instead.

His tongue running from your clit all the way to your anus. You moan as he licks every inch of your bottom, tongue penetrating into your entrance. “O-oh, yes. That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Eat my fucking ass, babe.”

Oscar lets you call the shots for a second as he feels your body getting ready for a release. You’re a moaning mess as he attacks your nub, your kitty dripping with arousal and his saliva. The suddenly it stops just as you feel the knot forming.

You groan in frustration which makes Oscar chuckle. “What? You didn’t get to cum? Tough shit. See what happens when you be tease all night. I can tease too.” Oscar has a smug look on his face as you roll onto your back and fly a pillow towards him which he dodges.

The towel that was on his waist has since fallen off and his hard cock is standing and looking oh so ready to ruin you but Oscar is deciding to play this tease game with you.

“Uh, just fuck me!” You groan and cross your arms, legs crossed to get some kind of friction. And despite wanting to drag this tease game along, Oscar couldn’t resist you long. He loved how your body ached for him and how impatient you got wanting him.

He smiles at you and climbs in between your legs, dipping his head low to plant kisses on your shoulder then to your neck. Suckling at the skin and sinking his body into yours.

“Too much clothes, nena.” You let him pull you shirt over your head but he grasps it tightly around your wrists. He uses one of his hands as extra restraint to keep your arms pinned above you.

He pulls your underwear off your legs and wastes no time to push his member into your aching pussy. The gasp from you only adds to his neediness for a release. You’re beginning to squirm under him. You want to dig your nails into his skin and mark him up.

Oscar moves his hips slowly at first and at an angle, hitting the spot that sends a tingle through your entire body. Then his pace picks up and your skins are slapping together. “Fuuuuck, pussy so fuckin’ good.” 

He is melting right into you, pace quick like a piston. You’re panting as he penetrates deeper with every thrust. You begin to squeeze your muscles when he fills you to the hilt.

You look at him and try to break from his grasp but he only holds you down tighter. He brings his hand between your bodies and begins to rub your throbbing clit, adding to the pleasure and nearly tipping you over the edge. This fuels you, “I wanna ride.”

He smirks and releases his hold on your wrists. You quickly shake off your top that he left to bond your wrists together quickly and you push him off you. He falls to your side and you pull your bandeau off, letting your breast bounce out.

You climb on top and reach back to guide his cock enough to let you sink back on it. Now bringing your hands to plant on his chest, you hips begin to move in circular motions then you start to bounce, the feeling so good, your creamy arousal is running down his shaft.

“I ain’t lasting long like this.”

“Me either.”

Your head falls back and you move your hips front to back, side to side on top him. The pace faster and faster as each second goes by. Oscar sees how into it you are. He takes the opportunity to overtake you.

He pushes his knees up to hit your ass and causes you to be taken by surprise and fall over forward onto his chest. His arms wind behind you to pin you down when his hips buck up at a mind blowing pace. His cock ramming up into you. Oscar is beginning to moan louder.

You bite his shoulder to suppress the overwhelming feeling that is soon to explode in you. The knot forming to breaking as you orgasm, “Fuck,papi, Keep going, cum inside me.”

“You know I will, I’m gonna fill you up, put a baby in you.”

Oscar grips you tighter and groans loudly as his hot seed spurts in you, his thrust not stopping and his cum beginning to drip down his shaft and onto his balls. You are withering mess now. His pace finally slowing down.

You’re unable to move, your skins glued together by sweat and lust.

“Jesus, babe.” You finally muster the energy to fall off him, you’re both laying there trying to catch your breaths. He only laughs and brings his hand to cup your mound, rubbing your clit to tease you. Your legs automatically close at the sensitivity

He keeps his hand there, “What are you doing down there?”

“Making sure my cum stays inside, I told you I’m giving you a baby and I meant it, bebecita.”

[lukeysgirl]

The Note Tree ❋ L.H. Pt.5

Part F I V E 

Summary: A cherry blossom tree, residing at the farthest part of the schools courtyard. Nobody dwelled there, and you didn’t care much for it. Until you kept hearing one song played over and over, with lyrics changed to touch at your curiosity. They knew you were listening, and one day you gave in and made your way to the pink tree. Waiting for you, a series of notes tied to a single strand of string.

Word Count: 3k+

AN: I’m back, hi!! so so sorry for being inactive and what not!! but thank you guys for getting the last part to 100+. like that is just so amazing, so thank you so much! i hope you enjoy this part and get it to 100 too aha. the next part should carry the story to be much more interesting xx 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

I M A G I N E 

Friday

“Hey Y/N, wait up!” 

You didn’t dare glance behind you to figure who it was. Nathan Holland, now intruding your life at random, won’t seem to leave you alone any longer. He accompanied beside you as you strode down the hallway, keeping your eyes forward to pass the crowds. Nathan was off beside you, hands in his jeans with his torso covered in a simple white tee. He had a pair of electric blue Jordans with his hazelnut hair incredibly messy. 

“More people who yearn for my energy, fantastic,” you muttered dully as you turned the corridor to find more people. Everyone had been transitioning classes and you were somewhat excited to go to yours. “What do you want, Nathan?” 

“Nothing really,” Nathan said with a sigh, putting his arms up to bend them and rest both hands behind his head. “I’m just curious about you again.” 

“Because you were before?” 

“Everyone was,” Nathan informed, having you briefly widen your eyes before shrugging. “The girl with no feelings.” 

“What a title,” you mocked, walking past the crowds to see another crowd in front of your class. Your English class. “What the hell?” 

A crowd of students, variety of them from different years, were peeping through the doorway of the classroom. A lot of then held open mouths and wide eyes, looking around. A few beckoned others over to create a bigger, still crowd. Short-stacks like Des hopped to try and see what was the hype. And unfortunately, you had a feeling that it had something to do with you. 

“Is this your class?” Nathan asked, feeling his hot breath by your ear. You nodded before shoving him back a bit. You glared at him, receiving a hands up from the guy as though you were threatening him. “Personal space. Got it.” 

Before you could start trying to pry yourself through the crowd, a mysterious character cut themselves through a sliver of the crowd. Everyone then turned their attention to him, having you look in awe as the black-hoodie boy stared at you. But he was quick to drop his head to cease your sight of him. His eyes were hidden under these ivory-black sunglasses with his nose to his chin covered in a black cloth. He was wearing these very light blue jeans and black Adidas, which made you really question this boys fashion sense. But he didn’t dare make eye contact with anyone.  

Before you could really react, then boy turned to the opposite hallway and dashed down, having the crowd turn to watch him go. You looked over as well, seeing the fairly tall character bolt away from the crowd. Several whispers were exchanged over the identity of the character as they watched him disappear into the hallway of strangers. 

“Who the fuck is that?” Nathan began, having you mentally think the same thing before beginning for your classroom. 

“Alright, move out my way!” You hollered, having unfamiliar faces turn to look at you and move away. You even pushed a few away, your impatience and curiosity too high to be bothered with. “Fuckin’ hell...” 

As you set your eyes on your desk, you saw something expected but not. There, sitting upon the desk in which you got bored on, was a large, brown pizza box. The room grasp it’s doughy-cheesy scent, feeling it dance into your nostrils as you neared it. Blinking a few times, you swiftly made it to your seat and stood in front of the box. There, lying right on top of it, was a note. 

I did say I’d buy you food. I know it’s not lunch yet, but I want you to eat while I serenade you. I bet you finally saw my figure, huh? I wonder if you’ll ever figure me out. But for now, enjoy! -H 

H? You swiped your thumb over the initial, noticing something peculiar about it. At the first line where you begin the letter, it slightly curves to the right at the bottom of it. Weird, you thought, as you stuffed the note in your pocket. This was getting closer to who this person is, but you didn’t know anybody’s names who began with an H. 

“Get to class, quit piling in front of mine!” Mr. Murphy, the English teacher, barked as the crowd dissolved from his words. The students who were supposed to be in the class were entering while you were grabbing out a slice. As you were about to take a bite, Mr. Murphy was quick to point you out. “Is that why there was a crowd at my door?” 

“What? That’s preposterous, Mr. Murphy!” You quickly shut down sarcastically, students eyeing you curiously and hungrily. “They were crowding at your door because they desperately wanted to learn literature from you!” 

Mr. Murphy huffed at your sarcasm, resuming his stride over to his desk with students around you laughing. You grinned a bit before taking a bite of the plain cheese pizza. You were disappointed it had none of your favorite toppings, but it felt nice that the stalker boy had gotten you food. 

A half hour into class, and your brain was once again tuned out. It wasn’t that you didn’t care for literature. But you had already read all the books for the course and knew them like the back of your hand. It was boring to listen to the things you already knew. 

Then, suddenly, cutting through the boring voice that danced in the classroom was gentle guitar strumming. 

He’s here. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were excited to hear his voice again. It’s only been a few days, but you genuinely missed his baritenor voice and how well he strummed the instrument. The sincerity with every lyric he sung was something you became fond of, even if contradictory to how you spoke about it with your friends. You just didn’t want to admit to it. 

“‘When you try your best but you don’t succeed.’“ Finally, he sung the words you were waiting for. You grinned at the fact that the boy remembered your sadness and chose Fix You of all songs. “‘When you get what you want, but not what you neee-eed.’“ 

“‘When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep...stuck in reverrrr-er-erse...’“ You smiled at the way he held the note. His voice was so soothing and calm, with a good amount of rasp that wasn’t overbearing but also not unnoticeable. 

“’Lights will gui-ahid-ahide, you home... and ingni-ahi-ahite, your bones...’“ You were in a trance, barely paying attention to the lyrics until he sung your name. “Y/N, ‘I will trrrrry, to fix you.’“

That voice, the way he said my name... That accent, that damn familiar accent. It bothered you greatly that you couldn’t pin point who this stalker was. You dropped your hands on the closed pizza box, listening as the voice dissolved and his guitar playing remained. All your classmates shed their pairs of eyes on you, but you ignored them. 

The strumming gradually became quieter until the only sound was the boring voice of your teachers. It made you a little upset, having you slightly long for the stalkers voice once more. It was so gentle and kind, and the smoothness of his tone was so inviting. It just bothered you even more not knowing who this boy was. 

“Y/N.” You suddenly caught up with reality as you looked up and met eyes with Mr. Murphy. 

“What?” You asked with a sigh.

“If you’re the reason that this boy keeps singing, I might have to kick you out of my class,” Mr. Murphy began, somewhat joking within his stern statement. 

“It’d be a pleasure, Mr. Murphy,” you said immediately as you closed your notebook. “Though, do you really want to get rid of your star pupil? Which is fine with me, surely!”

“You are quite the student, Y/N,” the teacher huffed, his hazelnut-gray mustache going up before resting back down after he had pursed his lips. You shrugged, receiving stares from the other students before they diverted their attention once more to the boring lecture. 

“So do you like someone?” 

You immediately choked on your soda, staring at Nathan in pure disbelief. You were at lunch once more with the girls, with Des beside you and Savannah and Alexis across from the both of you. And unfortunately (without real reason), Nathan had randomly chosen to sit at your lunch table. Right beside you, might you add. 

“What kind of question is that, Nathan?” Alexis said, combing through her brown locks to begin a ponytail. 

“A genuine one,” Nathan pointed out, keeping his eyes fixed on you as you tried your best not to look at him. “I really am curious.” 

“No offense-- actually, I take that back. Take offense,” you croaked, letting out a few coughs to recover from the soda’s attempt to kill you. You hit your chest a little with your fist before deciding you were alright. “Why the fuck are you at our table?” 

“I had a question and wanted you to answer it,” Nathan said innocently. 

“But I don’t care for your question and don’t owe you an answer,” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you pushed the pizza box from you. “Ya’ll can eat some of this, but leave a slice.” 

“Why?” Savannah asked, pulling up her white sleeve before grabbing a tissue to grab a slice. “You’ve already eaten like 3 slices.” 

“Reasons,” you simply hummed before putting your arms together on the cold, plastic table before resting your head on them. You were exhausted beyond belief, having all that pizza fill you up and tired you out. But your attempts to sleep were failing as you felt Nathan’s eyes on you. You didn’t need to see to know. “Nathan, stop staring at me.” 

“But you look very beautiful, Y/N,” Nathan said softly, having you let out a sigh. You hadn’t known why you were so annoyed with Nathan when Luke says the same things. Luke was probably on a lower level of annoying. 

“If I answer your question, will you go away?” You growled, opening your eyes to see Nathan nodding vigorously with a stupid grin. You began sitting up, watching Nathan’s eyes as you did. But then you saw his eyes divert upward, having you glance behind you to see the spoken devil. 

“Y/N doesn’t have to answer anything,” Luke spoke sternly, his lanky person just casting a shadow over you. You turned around to see the boy infamous for always being in black. The Gorillaz tee with black skinny jeans and regular black converse. The usual with Luke Hemmings. His hair, though, was a big mess. 

“It has nothing to do with you, Lucas,” Nathan said with an eye-roll. “Don’t intrude into conversations that are irrelevant to you.” 

“I’m completely relevant!” Luke barked, having him flail his occupied arm. You notice his hand held a large, black bag, having you hear the plastic when his shifts. “Also, don’t fucking call me Lucas. It’s not even my name.” 

“Woah Luke,” Des began, looking behind her to stare at the tall boy. “Are you actually losing your chill?” 

“Seems like it, right?” Nathan agreed, giving him a taunting grin as he leaned his face against his fist. His elbow was bent and down on the table as he looked up at the fuming Luke Hemmings. “Lucas losing his chill for the second time. By me again, too.” 

“Just shut the fuck up already!” Luke yelled, finally getting the unwanted attention from the surrounding students in the lunch room. You let out an annoyed sigh, seeing as eyes were now on you and the two boys you didn’t ask for their presence. 

“Simmer down, simmer down,” Ashton began, coming from behind Alexis as he waved his hands down. “Don’t worry, there’s not gonna be a fight.”

“Stop looking like you care,” Michael chimed in, coming from behind Savannah. He took his seat to her right, having Savannah smile as she began playing with some of her blond hair. The students awkwardly stared at one another before returning their attention to their other friends and their food. 

Noise rejoiced the lunchroom, having you shake your head before dropping your head on the table. You felt slightly defeated, watching as the girls nibbled on their slices. Their eyes were still diverted to Luke and Nathan, who were glaring at one another. 

“Great job causing a scene,” Nathan began, yawning right after as Luke got closer to him. “Sometimes, it’s hard to believe you’re a senior, Lucas.” 

“Why you son of a--” 

“Woah there, big boy!” Behind Luke came Calum, wrapped his arms around his torso before Luke could do anything. You lifted your head and watched groggily as Calum pulled Luke back and sat him beside Des. Calum winked at Des, receiving a sweet smile from her before sitting next to Luke. “D’you mind not provoking my best friend?” 

“Can’t help it,” Nathan said with a smile. “It’s amusing to see how annoyed Hemmings gets.” 

“You’re askin’ for a kick in the ass, mate,” Michael chuckled, his joking tone emitting a very serious statement. 

“Man, you guys just made my brain swell,” you said, irritation rolling off your tongue. You then grabbed the box of pizza and slid it to Luke.”You get the last slice.” 

“What?” Luke said, pleasantly surprised as he widened his blue eyes. “Why?” 

“Just take the damn slice and be happy about it,” you hissed, having Luke smile warmly at you before he grabbed the box. You found yourself freezing for a moment from his smile, seeing the way those ocean eyes lit up and how genuinely happy he became. You never understood it, but you felt pretty good when Luke smiled and took your offering. 

“Mm,” Nathan hummed, grinning as he stood from the table. Everyone, including yourself, shed their eyes on him as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Thanks for the answer, Y/N.” 

“What the fuck are you on about?” You asked. But as you did, Nathan surprisingly bent down and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You were quick to slide back, feeling Des at your spine as you placed your hands on your head. Goosebumps danced all over your body, cringing a bit as you looked at Nathan’s mischievous smile.But for some reason, Luke was much more upset than you were. 

“What the fuck was that, Holland?” Luke hissed, getting up from the table as well. But Calum grabbed hold of his arm, keeping him close as he attempted to front Nathan. Nathan simply smirked, getting out a snort as he stared into the vexed blue eyes of Luke Hemmings. 

“What’re you talking about?” Nathan asked simply, turning around while lifting his hand up to show a peace sign. “Nothing happened.” With that, the hazelnut-haired boy left the table.

“What a cunt,” Michael said simply as Luke slowly took his seat again. Savannah nodded, giving Michael the crust of her slice. He took it with ease and began eating it hungrily. “We should fhuck ‘im up.” 

“Violence isn’t gonna get us anywhere,” Ashton pointed out, having Alexis nod in agreement. “Anyways, Luke didn’t even have a real valid reason to be so angry.” 

“Deadass, why were you so pissed, Luke?” Des asked, everyone eyeing the blonde boy as he huffed. 

“The real question is how that dude pissed you off the first time,” you murmured, having everyone look at you curiously as well. Luke sighed, tugging the pizza box towards him as he opened it tiredly. Taking the slice in his bare hands, he looked distantly at it for a moment. 

“The first time, I don’t want to talk about,” Luke mumbled. “This time... he was bothering Y/N and I didn’t appreciate it.” 

“She can handle herself, you know,” Alexis pointed out, having Luke shrug before taking a bit. “She has always handled herself, and you know this.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Luke said as he gulped down his chewed bite. He then looked over at you, a twinkle in the sea that was his blue eyes before giving you a smile. You simply took a sip of your soda, looking away from him to do so. “But defending Y/N comes with the love I have for her.” 

You spat out your soda this time, getting some of it on Savannah as you looked over at Luke. All the girls looked awestruck as well from the boys’ words whereas the rest of the boys acted chill, like they had already known this. You felt the soda hang from your bottom lip and drip down to the table, but you were too busy staring at the blonde boy. 

“Didn’t I tell you not to be so damn candid, Luke?” You exclaimed, taking the offered tissue from Savannah as you wiped your lips. Luke chuckled before taking another bite. “Fucking hell...” 

“But actually, that dimwit did pose a good question,” Luke pointed out as he stared at you. “Do you like someone?” 

“Did you ever hear me say I did in the years we’ve known each other?” 

“No.” 

“Do you think that’s changed?” 

“It seems like it,” Luke said with a shrug, having you crinkle your face into a puzzled expression. It was like Luke was either acting stupid on purpose or being far too optimistic and potentially cocky. It made you tempted to throw your soda can at him. 

“Oh? And why’s that, Luke?” 

“Because you claim to be an enthusiast of energy conservation,” Luke began. “But you’re willing to walk all the way to a tree to receive notes from your secret admirer.” 

“Stalker,” you corrected. “Also, I was just curious. I know this guy is gonna be disappointed if we actually meet face-to-face and try to make something happen. He’ll just be too intimidated by my constantly ‘cold’ and vexed being.” 

“No offense, Y/N,” Luke began, rising from the lunch table as he moved his hand away to wipe the crumbs from his eaten slice of pizza. He grabbed the box and stood up straight with it in his hands. “But you have absolutely no idea what others see in you.” 

“Like you see anything good in me,” you said with a scoff. 

“I said I loved you,” Luke began as he gave you a quick wink. “I don’t love bad things.” 

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