Notes / summary : This is a (American) High School au fic, Grian and Scar have been classmates since middle school. Scar is a more outgoing almost sportsy type of character, and Grian is a more soft spoken, silent nerd type of character. This fic takes place in their mid senior year of highschool. (Pov of Grian)
(First ever fic.. So there will be mistakes & mis-characterization)
Senior year, Chem class. Easy enough class to pass, or so I thought. Here I am sitting alone with a D! A d... I knew I had missed a few assignments but I didn't think it was this many, and todays the day we get our final project and low and behold it's a group project. We got paired up with people who had the complete opposite grade then us. And sure, at first I thought "oh this won't be to bad" and then it hit, the teacher called my name, and immediately called out. . . "Scar! You're paired with Grian, please help him out with this project, ". . . Me? Need help from him? What was our teacher thinking. I couldn't ever possibly get any help from a dimwit like him. All he does is run around recruiting people for his Architectural Club. He doesn't know anything let alone chemistry!
. . . That was my thinking a few hours ago, and now here I am. Sitting across from that brown haired boy. Completely and utterly dumbfounded.
"Hellooo? Griannn?" Even though I was zoned out I could still hear Scars voice calling out to me, It wasn't that I was too zoned out to listen, it was that I didn't want to pay attention. Hes just to energetic for me, to bright for being someone who's simply just sitting there. Even so I reply back. . .
"Yes scar. .? " I had let out a slight sigh before answering but he didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn't mind it. He was always one to be optimistic.
"Were you paying any attention to what I was saying? We should really start on the project now. .. " His face had a worried look on it, such a pitiful look. I hated how he looked at me with those eyes no matter how much I smiled or acted like I was fine, he saw right through me.. This wasn't anything new though, he had always looked at me with such a sad face, like he needed me to like him. As if me not liking him made him miserable, but I know deep down all he was doing was being nice. Being the person he always was even back in middle school.
"Of course I was paying attention, you were just saying thing over and over again so I got bored. If you want to start the project go ahead." The dark screen in front of me showed me how upset I actually looked, I didn't mean to but when I'm around him I can't help but feel irritated.
"But uhm. . We need to start together, and.." He had paused, he had an even more pitiful look on his face now, he couldn't even keep eye contact with me anymore.
"And what?" His eyes were shifting across the room nonstop, I haven't seen him like this before it was terrifying. Usually he's energetic and charismatic. I know we hadn't spoken much after 8th grade, but he was still so raident no matter where he was it was difficult not so spot him. Right now this wasn't a Scar I was once familiar with,
"Do u not like me, Grian?" . . . My heart had dropped, as I looked up at him when his eyes finally met mine, even though I didn't want them to.
"It's," I couldn't speak, this was supposed to be a normal day. Another simple easy relaxing day. Why am I being faced with such words?
"Its, not that I dont like you. I mean who wouldn't like you? You're like the sun. . . You shine so brightly" I didn't even fully understand what I had just said, I was so utterly lost in his eyes. The same green eyes that would help me back in middle school, the same eyes that looked at me with such happiness,. . . The same God damn eyes that looked at me while I pushed him away. I never truly understand why I did it, I never truly knew why I was always so upset that he was near me. I just hated the way his gaze changed, from being so happy to see me, to pitying my ever move.
He would break eye contact, but his expression eventually changed from that surprised look to that irritating, guy wrenching pitiful look. And as soon as it did I couldn't take it anymore, he didn't need to say a word, he didn't even need to move an inch. I had slammed the table and ran for the front door, it wasn't even my house, it wasn't my streets but I couldn't take anymore of those eyes.
Just as I was out the door I felt it, his ruff and tired hands grab my wrist. It was cold, nothing like the sun. Nothing like the bright heated boy I knew. I couldn't turn to look at him; this was stupid, something straight out of a show.
"You, you're the sun to me. You shine brighter than I ever could" He hadn't yelled, he didn't even rase his voice for one second. It was almost like a whisper, like a fresh breeze on a sunny day. And as I turn to look at the boy I've yearned for I see his eyes redder than ever. His green shiny eyes now filled with water that streamed down his face. I can hear him panting as if he'd ran a marathon, I can feel his hand trembling, it was tight on my wrist, I could go anywhere, but that would risk hurting him. I heard him take a deep breath as he barley manages to get out his words again,
"Please. . . Please don't go, I can't live without you, hate me all you want but just stay by my side. Stay near me please, Grian." He was on the floor by this point, it was as if he was begging me to stay, but he really didn't need to. His gaze wasn't pity anymore, it was pure terror. He was terrified, and as I looked at him I turned around. I didn't know why he said any of it but it didn't matter to me. If this bright light of a boy got dimmed because of me I'd never be able to live with myself. He truly and utterly was an irritating person.
Extra notes. . . (This was in drafts forever, I just wanted to post something on here to see how it works so this was sorta a test run of a fic. . .)
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