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Popular!England X Bullied!Reader - Saving (Part 2)

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“(Your Name)?” Someone called as felt someone poke their finger into your cheek, “(Your  Name!)!”

Their voice became that of a whine, consecutively calling out your first name as you were in a deep thought, daze rather as you weren't actually thinking of anything, before your eyelids blinked sleepily before you tossed your head over to the person who emitted the sound.

“Yes, Arthur?” You breathed, letting out a soft yawn, rubbing your eyelid gently, as to avoid making yourself look silly, before examining Arthur. Arthur seemed to be having a good day, his hair was on point, thus meaning the ruffles in his hair didn't look that of something of a bedhead, and his eyes were lively and playful. This was a rare day to see him in such a good mood. Actually, now that you think of it, its been a rare month. Ever since you made that promise  with him, he seemed as giddy as he was when he was younger. It seemed bizarre to some; they had only seen a professional side of the gentlemanly Brit.

“Would you like to sit with me today? My friends and I are gonna sit out in the courtyard today. Its really warm too!”

“I don't know,” You bit your lip absentmindedly, “I can just sit in the cafeteria. I don't wanna bug you guys.”

“What did we make that promise for? I said I'd protect you, and I'll protect you from loneliness too,” He told, scotching his form closer to you, a devious smile forming on his lips, “And you gotta help me from being lonely too.”

You gave a glance, examining him before sighing and whispering, “Fine, fine...Could you keep your voice down, some kids will get the wrong idea.”

You had Gilbert as a brother. Almost everything seemed dirty to you because of that, but the way Arthur phrased it made it seem  a lot more inappropriate then it should've. He could just said something about being social, but he took a dangerous route in his wording which made you wonder if that was something in his personality, or an innocent mistake on his part. Whatever the answer, you chose to not bother pushing on it.

“So, (Your name)-” Arthur began, before being cut off by the brunette beside him trying to talk to him. Immediately, your conversation with him dropped, making your stomach feel queasy. We're you that easy to forget? You must be, if he could so easily forget you in favor of the pretty girl, who you learned was named Clarissa, who probably was much funner to talk to than you.

You brought your bulking folder on top on your small desk trying to clean up your desk before the bell went off in ten minutes, succeeding in knocking off your mechanical pencil, that was a more expensive brand, tumbling to the floor with a sharp thump. You reached over the desk in attempt to get it, you were used dropping your pencil by now, you were a klutz with pencils. You felt your breath hitch as you reached over, as you mentally chanted, “Don't do something stupid, don't do something stupid...”

You bumped your head roughly on a object. At first you thought it was, perhaps, the desk, but when you raised your eyes to see what exactly you bumped, you were met with a set of piercing emerald eyes, staring into your eyes, their nose crinkled into that of discomfort. You had just bumped heads with Arthur. You would've short your head up, profusely apologizing as if you done something worthy of a much higher punishment. Instead your head lingered, as did his. When he finally snapped out of his trance, he blushed a brilliant pink before apologizing, picking up your pencil and sitting up. When you sat back up, a few seconds after him, he meticulously handed the pencil to your shaking hands. You pulled up your sleeves to hide them from a spectator's eyes, it was embarrassing.  

“Wooow! What just happened there, Artie?” Clarissa asked, cocking a mischievous eye brow.

“N-nothing!”

Clarissa smirked, not believing him in the slightest. She barely knew the girl, you, but she knew Arthur and she could tell when he was crushing. The bright tint to his cheek that extending to his ears and that cute stutter! It made her happy to see Arthur find a girl, but, what shocked her, was who the girl was. You were an outsider, not even know by the normals, you were an outsider. You just didn't fit in with Arthur way of life! How did you even meet, at that. No relationship could possible be made out of just sitting next to each other... Clarissa drummed her fingers on the desk as she teased Arthur.

You felt out of your zone, how could you even face Arthur after that. He must've saw your reaction! The teacher chose then to shush the class, allowing you to be able to not have to say anything. As the clock began to tick ever so slow, you fell into a daze, recounting the moment as a soft beating in your chest grew in audacity.
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You quickly walked to the back of the cafeteria to the area where you usually sat, only to met by a horrendous site, million of kids cluttered in those seats. Scanning he cafeteria as to find out why they took your spot, you found the answer. Someone had thrown up on another table that was currently being cleaned. Your face shown disgust, your stomach suddenly losing its ferocious hunger.

You considered going  outside to dine in the weather, only for you to remember that Arthur and his friends would be out there. You were avoiding them, more so Arthur, during the lunch period because you didn't want to eat with them. You had the feeling something bad would happen if you did, so many opportunities had to be present for you to embarrass yourself. You felt the familiar feeling of mortification creep on your shoulders at the thought of Arthur seeing you do something stupid. You really didn't think sitting with them, specifically Arthur, would do any good.

They were to sit in the courtyard, so you still had other places to sit. One spot in particular flashed in your eyes  seconds after trying to think where a good spot would be. There was an old tree with roots that braided themselves into patterns that spread out against the dirt patches surrounding it, seeing as no grass dared grow under its shade. It would be a good place to sit, especially since most kids didn't walk out too far from the school, seeing as it was a short trek from the school, assuring no one would probably be there.

Within a few minutes, you were sitting beneath the shades, you feet kicked out far enough that the sun tickled your knees as you happily began to scour your lunch for whatever your brother Gilbert had packed. Ludwig was not able to make your lunch as usual do to him waking up late and needing to go and do something with his job, so Gilbert, surprisingly, enthusiastic. Once again, you were surprised. You're sandwich was cleanly cut into a heart and was made perfectly, with just the perfect amount of meat and cheese. Upon further inspection, you even found a note in the lunch with Gilbert slanted, messy cursive writing that said, “Have a good day, lil sis! Love you~!”

You smiled, raising a shy hand to cover this sign of emotion before you carefully stuffed the note into your pocket before beginning to dig into your sandwich. Preoccupied with the culinary master piece, you didn't notice a spectator walk up to the tree where you sat.
“(Your name)...”

You coughed and spat out a piece of sandwich that had lodge itself into your throat when the unidentified figure presented himself. Breathing heavy, you held your chest as the person quickly tried to come to your aid.

“-A-are you alright? (Your name)!”

You turned as tears began to water into the edges of your eyes to look at the male, as you distinguished by his voice, and saw a blond haired, emerald eyed teen you knew well. You felt dread wash over you. You had done something stupid.

“I'm fine.”

“Ah, good! I'm sorry for scaring you,” Arthur apologized, letting out a hefty sigh as he fell into a dirt spot next to you. You expected him to say something and try to get a conversation going, but he didn't. Instead, he closed his eyes and leaned against the tree bark, relaxing you guessed. You felt like he was bored.

“You don't have to sit with me.”

“Yeah, I don't,” Arthur mused, “But I want to.”

You couldn't help, but ask, “Why?”

Arthur opened his eyes, turning his head slightly to face you, “We're friends.”

A look on your face made Arthur continue.

“And you're fun to be around, a little naive though,” He saw that you were once again going to question, so he sighed and continued, “You helped me then, so of course, I'm going to want to sit with you. Non of the people I hang out with would do that if it risked their position in popularity.”

“Please,” You began, your eyes narrowed unexpectedly, surprising both Arthur and yourself, “-don't just be my friend because you feel obligated to. I've held up well up until now.”

“It's not that!” Arthur was on his feet in mere seconds, a bright tint to his cheeks, “I don't feel obligated! Even if I did, I wouldn't do this. I do this because-...”

“Why?” You asked.

“I...” He seemed to be rewiring the sentence his head, “ You're so accepting...I feel at home when I'm with you.  Obligation doesn't make a person feel this way! Like, oh damn your so blind...”

You watched with innocent eyes, calculating what he said to you with difficulty. You were missing something big, but you couldn't unravel it. Arthur, realizing this, plopped down on the ground and breathed in heavily.

“What do you think of me, (Your name)?”

“Me?...” You said startled, “I'm not sure. I-I mean your nice and-”

“Its alright, I'm being selfish. Let's just forget it...” Arthur tried to say and you didn't stop him, feeling incredibly bad he felt so highly of you and you could barely make out a sentence. Arthur acted as though he weren't bothered and continued a conversation with you that went smoothly.

Sure, Arthur felt the pain of knowing you didn't mean as much to him as you did to him, but Arthur had realized one thing during the time he was up at night dreaming of the girl who had protected him, patience and resilience will get you there. Looking for a trace of you as best he could after he moved, he could do just the same in making you feel the same about him.

It may not be today, but one day he would be the prince in shining armor who would be at your beck and call. He would try his best to help you before and after he reached that goal and he hoped you would do the same, cause everyone needs a little bit of saving every now and then.
Sorry if portrayed a bullied person wrong, I kinda put myself in that situation and I would've been paranoid, pushing everyone away. Although I known everyone's got a certain way they act and that would be mine. Sorry if it seems weird in areas, I finished this in quite a few sessions!

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