Make me Better ~Eddie Munson x Reader~

28. The Freak's resolution

"What do you mean? I supplied the goods as you did it." Reminding her the joint she smoked when she was drawing, and the beer she drank as she painted on the letters. She rolled her eyes at me and snapped her head at me.

"Intoxicating me is not doing something." She spat at me and I could see it in her eyes, and by the heaving of her chest that she did not want to talk to me. At least, not this way.

"You say it as if you didn't ask for them." I scoffed back at her and began messing with my pen on the desk, knowing it drove her mad. I smirked as her leg started bouncing up and down and she directed herself towards me again.

"Can you stop that?" She said and I raised an eyebrow at her.

"It helps me concentrate... Princess." I knew I was testing her, and I couldn't help the smirk that came out of my lips as she scoffed and replied.

"Queen. I am a queen." And she didn't notice she indirectly flirted with me, by letting us remember what she said that night. I know I was going to get hit. I know I fucking was, but I cannot help myself as I leaned closer to her ear and whispered softly.

"A queen who moans for the Freak." And she jumped, hitting her knees on her desk. I saw the deep red, extending all over her neck, towards her ears and onto her cheeks. Curse Buckley, because she was right. She snapped her head towards me with a death stare that could cut through a thick bull's skin. And it sort of was turning me on.

Shit, I really, really, really did fuck up.

"Shut the fuck up Munson. You said it, forget it happened. After today, you go your way, I go mine." She said to me, trying to convince me and probably herself of it. Mrs. Laker then stood up and the presentations began. I was growing nervous as I kept reading the palm of my hand for the key words that I had to say in front of the class. She had a bouncing leg and we were finally called. We both stood up and headed to the front of the classroom and I was nothing like her. She could talk and talk endlessly with the most charismatic of voices and I wanted the earth to simply swallow me whole. I felt now the need to do good on this project, but because it would affect her. If I did badly, she was not going to pass, and she wanted to. 

She taped the cardboard paper onto the board itself and we both stood on each edge of it. I took a deep breath in and I looked at her, completely in a panic. She wasn't looking at me with a death stare anymore, she was looking at me like she stared at me many times as we talked about our lives, and we listened to music. She was looking at me with encouraging eyes that simply told me that I could do it. I let the air leave my lungs and I started with the presentation. I felt that hours had passed as data was jumping from my mouth towards Y/N's as she pointed some interesting facts in our paper. I was just stiff, giving every detail I knew until I was left with nothing.

"And finally... life." And with that she finished our presentation. Everyone in the class clapped and Mrs. Laker approached us with a big smile on her face.

"Good job, A+ to both of you, I knew you could do it!" She commented and I could see the happiness in her eyes. She was grateful and she looked at me, still aiming the smile towards me. She didn't care she was in front of everyone, she might have not noticed she did it, but she smiled at the freak of the school.

I fucked up. I really did.

We recovered our poster and went back towards our seats and she was happily applying lip gloss on her lips as she danced around on her seat, and I just kept staring at her. After this, it all ends. After she was gone from the classroom, we would never speak again. She goes her way, I go mine.

"Told you to trust me." I whispered to her and she looked at me, rolling her eyes.

"If it weren't for me, we wouldn't have passed Munson." She repeated herself, making me smirk widely.

"I recall you were the one who failed the test, not I." I told her and she glared at me, and I just wanted to laugh at her. She didn't look threatening to me anymore, after getting to know her, she just tried to look the part.

"I recall I was the one who organized the whole project." She responds and I shook my head at her. She was impossible, but everytime she spoke I dreaded the clock going off signaling that class ended. I wanted time to stop, really badly. I could go back to singing metal on Tuesdays, making deals with many clients, trying to pass my year, go to hellfire and go on about our campaigns and strategies... I looked at her and she began dancing once more, probably unconscious, moving from side to side gently, slightly, and I couldn't help but take her in. 

The one I was staring at, wasn't her. Or maybe it was, but not completely. I wanted to keep meeting the Y/N I've been talking to the past few weeks, and I need to taste her lips again. I tried making out with whatever skank I found last Tuesday after she left, and no one could compare. I had to jerk off once more in her name as I arrived home and I simply need to taste her. Maybe once I do, this attraction, this magnetism to her will disappear, and god I hope it disappears because if it doesn't I'm going to be scared shitless.

"You okay Munson?" She asked and I noticed I was staring at her, completely absent minded. I shook my head.

"Yeah, just lost in thought." I said to her and she raised an eyebrow at me.

"Penny for those?" She asked and I smirked and shook my head at her.

"They cost more than a penny, darling." I called her and I know my nicknames affect her. I am still trying to decipher which one is the one that gets more under her skin, and I believe it was another one. She stiffened slightly and blinked at me.

"Stop with the nicknames Munson." She threatened and I looked at her, my eyes darkened as I leaned over at her, my face inches from her, and I could smell her perfume. Her goddamn girly perfume, and it drove me insane.

"Or what, love?" And I felt her breath hitch. That was it. That was the nickname. She leaned backwards and the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class. She looked at me, for a few seconds and then said the next words.

"Goodbye Munson." She says to me as she gathers her bag and walks out of the class. I was still staring at her.

I fucked up.

I know this. I go my way and she goes her way, right? I looked down at my desk, deep in thought, and then I smirked slightly, looking over at the door she just walked out of.

"Not a fucking chance Y/N." 

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End of chapter 28

A/N: I am so happy many of you are saving the story in your reading lists! I appreciate it! <3