Enemies, Not? | Y/N STORIES

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FEM Y/N STORIES!

Y/N = Your Name.

E/C = Eye Color

H/C = Hair Color

F/C= Favorite Color

You are the main character.

Scaramouche is a game character. It doesn't matter if you played the game (Genshin Impact) or not, this book is for everyone.

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I slapped him. Everyone took a pause to stare at me. Tears already filled my eyes. Should I be embarrassed, angry, or disappointed. My mind was clogged with useless feelings that were just gonna vanish the next day.

"Go to hell." I added more voice when I said that. "Y/N! Damn it! Hold up!" He tried holding onto my wrist. It lingered a unbearable pain. I turned. His eyes were desperate. Not for me, but for those who crowded us. He was nervous because of the embarrassment he'd face. I brushed his hand abruptly. Rubbing the tears that kept going under my eyes with my bare arms. He was swearing and cursing me out. His words felt distant. I could barely hear them anymore. Leaving him felt so good. So— good.

I walked out of the doors. The stars looked at me. It seemed like I was being rewarded. "The stars never really show huh?" A voice said. I glanced at Scaramouche. He was leaning against the pillar. Waiting for me as he slid his phone into his pocket. He started walking towards me, step by step.

"That shithead was a bastard." I said, still rubbing the tears that kept trickling onto my cheeks. "I know. I know." He gently said. "But he can't be worse than me." Scaramouche added, grinning. He landed a hard pat on my back that left me a bit startled.

"Wanna get drinks? My place this time." He winked at me. "What are you planning?" I asked. He was always up to something. Not even I would know what was going on in his head. "Nothing. Not this time. But I wanna make your life a living hell by the end though."

"Oho- The feeling's mutual." We both walked together to his car. "Oh and nice dress by the way." He whispered in my ear. "It's not for you." Pushing each other as we did.

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"Scaramouche?" I called out, wanting to hear his voice. "What's up?" He answered. He was driving as the street lights flickered. I looked at him. The yellow light that switched to red then green shined upon his face. And his faint red eyeliner that was almost rubbed off. His hair had small strands stick out. I pulled out my hand and used my fingers to push down those hair strands. Trying to fix his hair.

"What are you doing..?" He mumbled. He shared a small glance and put his eyes back on the road.

"Your hair is a mess." I chuckled. I put down my hand back down. "I'll fix it myself." His face was slightly red. "Are you that sensitive?" I grinned as he tried hiding his face. "I just don't like being touched by other people." He responded. He tightened his lips. "I'll stop messing with you.." I looked away. Different structures passed by. I saw the leaves turning orange. Fall was approaching.

Well— it was already here.

The cold air coming from the car's air conditioner made me shudder a few times. Wearing dresses exposed some parts of my skin. I wish I had brought a jacket at least. My goosebumps were visible if someone looked close. But I enjoyed the relaxation of the what the night offered. Rain started splattering shortly. With small drops per second. Then it grew faster. Scaramouche reached out his free hand to turn on the windshield wipers. "Do you have any beer at home?" I asked. Knowing his fridge was always empty. "I bought some. I had a feeling that you needed it." He tried making it sound like he was teasing me. Though I got shy instead. "Thanks." I briefly spoke. "No prob—lem." He made a long turn on the street.

Scaramouche lived in an expensive apartment. It had one room, one bathroom, one living room, and one kitchen. It was pretty comfy whenever I visited him. I'd usually come because my mom nags me to. She always has this weird glow shining behind her when I bring up Scaramouche. Mom always has at least 5 containers with side dishes. She also knows his fridge is pretty empty. The last time she came, there were only ketchup and water bottles. And vegetables that didn't seem very fresh. He probably ate cup noodles for days. There was 7 of them in the trash.

My mom and his mom were friends. Scaramouche's mom left 3 years ago for work overseas. Scaramouche was in high school when that happened. There was an accident during her trip. And, anyone could guess what happened after that.

Now, my mother is always concerned about him. Though Scaramouche didn't like how people pitied him. Especially when they said,

"Gosh. Now he's lost his mother."

"Shh! He's going to hear you."

"At least his mother is with his father. Having a son like him would've made me wish I was dead."

"Isn't he already a good boy? I'm sure he's learned his lesson."

"I wonder whose going to take him in. After all, he's still a teenager."

He has relatives. Though all of them hesitated. About who was going to take him in. In the end, his grandmother took him in. Who was the only one that spread his world with flowers.

2021, she passed away. Leaving Scaramouche with the inheritance. Relatives continued to hate him more. Blaming him for her death. Despite the reason was because of old age. But furious that he was the one who took the money. So he broke off all connections. Mourning for both his parents and grandmother's death.

"But now we're in college." I spoke to myself. Leaving a small sigh. "Of course we are." He said. Flicking me on the forehead. "Now, what were you thinking of~?"

"Nothing." I rubbed my forehead. Feeling the continuous pain that hurt. "You always say the most random things when you're thinking about something serious."

"I do?" I looked at him and then looked at my lap where the streetlights shined, then went dark again. Like a pattern.

"Looks like I know you better than you do." He laughed softly. He turned on the heat. He knew that I was cold.

His apartment was getting closer. He just had to make a turn.

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We walked up the stairs. The elevator was out of order. What was worse was that we were drenched. It was a long run to his apartment. And it was also a long walk up. I could hear the water

dripping from my fingertips falling to the floor. It echoed across and all the way down. "Shit. Sorry. I should've enough an umbrella." He apologized.

"It's fine. This wasn't the first time." I spoke. He chuckled. "I was trying to get away with it. But it looks like the forecast was wrong. It really rained today."

Each step we took, it felt heavy. He patted my back. 'We're almost there.' I could hear him motioning.

We walked up the last bits. And then the door to his apartment was right in front of us.

Scaramouche stood in front of his keypad. Where he had to enter his code. He pressed down at the 4 digits. Then the keypad made a small sound. The door was unlocked. It made a click.

"Haah." He let out a breath. He opened the door and offered for me to go in first. "Dry off. There should be a towel in the bathroom. And take a hot shower." Scaramouche said. He stepped in as well. He shut the door behind him. He was standing right behind me. Flickering on the light switch near the door. That lighted up the living room and kitchen.

I could feel his breathing. And his shuffling as he took off his shoes. I also took off my shoes. Walking to the bathroom. Which left a trail of water behind me. Of course I wasn't going to go back and wipe it down.

I turned on the lights in the bathrooms. There were a stack of unused towels sitting on the bathroom's counter. I picked up one and dried my hair and down to my feet.

Taking off my clothes. I entered the shower.

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Scaramouche dried himself off with another towel he had in his closet. He changed his clothes with some sweatpants and a black shirt he quickly grabbed. "Ah, right. She doesn't have anything to change into." Scaramouche looked back into his closet. Trying to find my size. "This is the closest." He muttered. He went to the bathroom as he kept drying his hair with the towel in his hands.

He knocked twice.

"What is it?" My voice echoed. I squeezed a large portion of shampoo onto my hair. Massaging and rubbing the soap around until it got excessively foamy.

"I got something for you to change into." Scaramouche replied. He sounded a bit nervous.

I hesitated for a moment before answering. After all, I was still naked. "Just come in quickly."

I heard the twist of the doorknob and the creak of the door.

He placed the clothes down on the counter. Swiping my wet clothes into his hands to put it in the laundry later. "It's so steamy in here. By hot shower, I didn't mean a shower that could boil someone alive." I imagined his devilish smirk as he said that.

I was so used to his words. So I had nothing to say.

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After I finished showering. I stepped out of the tub. Drying myself again. It felt refreshing after a nice shower. I sighed and picked up the clothes Scaramouche dropped off. I put on the clothes he gave me.

The size was slightly big but it was comfy overall. He had a slender body. But a gorgeous face. His looks are top rated at school. The upperclass girls would tend to fawn over him.

I can't honestly find anything interesting about him.

I opened the door. I walked to the living room. He sat on the sofa, watching tv. Waiting for me as he already put out the cold beer cans on the coffee table. The water that condensates from the cold beer dripped down from the can. "Hey." He welcomed. He was playing with the strings of his sweatpants. Turning to me, wanting me to sit down next to him. I smiled.