⍣ ೋ MUTE READER X YAPPER CHRIS
BLURB: chris is jealous of the mystery man that might have a crush on mute reader
WARNINGS: mean girls pretending to be nice, chris being silly c:
a/n ts lowkey buns chat :/ , it's not excruciating angst so I kinda don't like it but I hope yall do 😭 be nice pls
dotty wasn't stupid. she knew the games that this group of girls would play at just to show off to asshole boys in their class. she knew the moment the conversation started that Harper was just trying to get under her skin.
"oh my god I love your hair!"
unfortunately, there was no chance she'd have the courage to point out the stupidity of the conversation - so harper persisted.
"I've never seen it like that before!"
dotty had tied her hair differently. a slight change to put in a little more effort, trying to feel better about herself to reduce the anxiety of being in public. Harpers comment wasn't a compliment, clearly. it was purely enough to make dotty feel more conscious of herself and how she looks, humiliated from the observation made of how shed tried hard in terms of her looks.
dotty merely blushed with a small smile, trying to avoid harpers piercing eye contact.
she turned to one of her friends, "I bet you she did it for oliver!"
it was hard to determine whether it was perfect or tragic timing that chris finally arrived to the classroom. his face lighting up at the recognition of dotty, only to be quicky diminished by more recognition but of the utterly irritating presence of that group or girls. nonetheless he marched forwards to his well known seat next to dotty.
"I can set you up! you'd be so cute together!"
"who?"
harpers faux smile faltered slightly at chris' tone of voice. unashamed interrupting which was enough to give her the hint that she was supposed to shut up now-
"aw, nice try but it's a secret between us!"
- a hint she clearly didn't care about enough to take.
dotty was too far gone in her own head already. hyperanalysing the way others sat nearby who were observing the conversation taking place, one of which being oliver himself, enjoying the scene an uncomfortable amount.
"I'm sure he likes you too" she lowered her head and whispered to dotty, giggling while chris' persona of not caring at all was completely lost.
"who likes her?" he raised his tone, moving his head closer, blocking harper from being uncomfortably close to dotty.
dotty squeezed chris' arm, the conversation already far out of hand considering literally nothing had happened yet. it wasn't worth this at all.
Harper judged chris in eye contact, finding him rude for seeing through her facade. chris moved his head back, maintaining eye contact with harper to express his disgust.
chris was still stubborn, getting a secure grip on dottys chair to drag her closer to his table, away from harper. he began spiraling internally to figure out who it could be.
dotty found it quite silly now that the moment had passed. looking over chris' furrowed eyebrows and how he fiddled with his hands in frustration. she found it even funnier when she rested her head on his shoulder, and how he instinctively rested his atop hers while persisting his mental unwavering hatred for the mystery man.
she poked him in his side, chris jolted from shock just to look down at dotty and giggle. "what was that for?"
she pointed over to oliver, who was now flirting with harper.
"him?" she nodded. "yeah well he can have harper or fuck off. both actually."
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