°I hate you too°(a y/n and walker scobell story)

"Lies, tell me lies, Baby tell me how you hate me"

~Hate me - Ellie Goulding, Juice WRLD

y/n's pov:

I sat up to see non other than that blue eyed, curly blonde hair motherfucker, Walker Scobell standing right in front me. "Y/n!"

Lord take me now

"Shit." I said under my breath as I stumbled to my feet, "Are you okay?! What happened to your face!? And your knee!? Who hurt you!?" "Damn bro are the fucking paparazzi? Leave me alone I'm fine." I snapped at him as I spat out some blood. "Y/n you're clearly not okay.. let me help you." He took a step forward but I took one back.

"Stay. The fuck away from me Scobell." I pointed at him, "I don't need your help." I turned to walk away but I felt a sharp pain in my knee and fell forward when suddenly I felt Walker's arm wrapped around my waist stopping me.

He rested his arm on my waist and the other took my arm and pulled it over his neck. "I said..-" "Could you shut up for once in your fucking life and let me help you?" Walker interrupted me, "Come on.. let's get you cleaned up." He said as he walked over to my house.

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I sat down on the kitchen counter as Walker sat down in front of me cleaning my wound. There was an awkward silence in the air, I didn't know what to do so I just.. stared at him, I mean.. I'm still mad at him but.. he's still cute.

He grabbed a bottle from the first aid-kit and dousing a cloth with the liquid, "This might sting a little.." He gently placed the cloth on my wound as I hissed in pain, "Sorry." He whispered, still focused on my knee. As wrapped my knee with a bandage.

Why is he doing this?

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, "What?" "Helping me." he sighed, "Cause you got hurt.. I don't like seeing you get hurt." "And yet you hurt me." I replied.

He sighed before he spoke, "I know I did.. and I said I was sorry." "Well you didn't actually specify what you were sorry for-" "So you really can't shut the fuck up, can you?" he asked me harshly.

He looked down at my hand and saw some dry blood on my knuckles, he was hesitant at first before he gently held my hand, "How did you even end up like this?" he asked examining my hand, I hesitated for a bit before I spoke, "Tyler." he's eyes shot up to me, like the mention of his name was poison.

There was a long pause, suddenly I felt Walker's grip tighten, "Tyler... did this to you?" he asked, his voice filled with rage, "Yeah? What is it to you? It's not like we're dating or anything." he stared at me intently before letting go of my hand, "You're right... we're not." He said, his voice hostile. "I don't even know why I asked... you're just a mean, selfish bitch." he finished.

I slightly leaned forward to him, "Say that again." I whispered,

"A bitch. Want me to say it louder?" he leaned slightly closer, 

"Take that back." my voice voice filled with anger,

"Or what? You're gonna hit me?"

"Maybe I will."

"Then go on, do it... but you can't... cause you're an asshole with a busted up leg."