or so youβd thought β° / t. zegras
prompt: βiβm not a child. you donβt have to talk to me like that.β
summary: for as long as you could remember, you and trevor never got along. always bickering for the sake of it, arguing aimlessly. and you truly believed that youβd hated each other, until one night, when you need someone, and trevor is the one who shows up.
pairing: trevor zegras x (female) reader
warning: arguing, insults, swearing, creepy dude, protective trevor (??), crying, bad writing and unedited work
disclaimer: this is 100% fiction and just a fragment of my imagination. please take this with a grain of salt lol as not all of the content within this imagine will be realistic/parallel to real life.
a/n: written for @just-dino-maggie (it wouldnβt let me tag you but this is for you anyways!) i hope you like it! thank you so much for your request, this was so fun to write :,)
credits to the person who made this gif :)
if someone had asked trevor who he hated most in the world, you wouldβve put money on the name coming out of his mouth being none other than yours.Β
it was hard to avoid him as you both went to boston university and had many mutual friends. all of which begged you and trevor to grow up and set aside whatever tension was between you.Β you wished it was that easy. and if it wasnβt for trevorβs squirm and disgusted reaction every time someone suggested it, you wouldβve apologised for your childish behaviour and agreed to put your animosity for him aside.Β
it was a chilly friday night and bu had just won their game. trevor blamed the high of a win on the guys wanting to invite everyone to their dorm. you were furious at your friends for dragging you out of bed and yanking the book you were reading out of your hands.
they were the only reason you were standing at trevorβs door, rethinking following your friends here and every decision youβve ever made that has untimely led you to this exact moment.Β Β
your friends were already inside as you waited outside his door, contemplating running back to your own dorm before the door swung open to reveal trevor standing there, a huge shit eating grin plastered across his face.Β
βwho invited you here? huh?β he asked, his grin still apparent on his face.Β
βi was forced to come, actually, so donβt get too excited, zegras,β you hissed. βi donβt usually like spending my friday nights around jerks who go by the name trevor,β you said through gritted teeth.Β
βi love it when you say my name like that-β he smirked,Β βtrevor,β he tried to imitate you.Β
βi donβt even sound like that!β you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.Β
βyeah you do, except you sound a little moreβ¦β he stops to think, pondering his choice of words before he continues,Β βis it desperation?β he asks himself aloud.
you continue to glare at him, trying your hardest to give him the nastiest eyes you could muster.Β
βwhy are you looking at me like that?β he snickered, resting his hip against the door frame and looking down at you.
βlike what?β you ask bitterly, wanting nothing more than to turn around and walk the hell out of here.Β
he ignored your question before breaking the silence, βhow about you just go on home, yeah? go back to whatever dumb book you were reading so everyone here can have fun,β your ears perked up at his hurtful words, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to look unfased.Β
βoh fuck you, zegras,β you spat,Β βi hope you get drafted to- i donβt fucking know- a team really far from here!β you were moments away from spinning around on your heels and hightailing it out of there when he spoke again.Β
βis that a bu jersey?β he asked.
βwhat does it look like?β you replied hastily.Β
βis it mine?β he said, to which you rolled your eyes.
βturn around, i wanna see, y/l/n.β
βno! leave me alone- itβs got no number!β
you speed-walked out of there so fast that you didnβt even hear trevor call out your name. extremely embarrassed that you had been so oblivious as to show up there in his jersey without even realising it, you felt hot tears stream down your cheeks. your frustration only grew as you pulled your phone out of pocket, deciding it would be a good idea to let your roommate know that you were going home.Β
hey, heading home so no need to look around for me when ur ready to leave, have fun :)
your phone dinged not long after you sent the text.
zeegs just left too, said heβs gonna catch up with u.Β he doesn'tΒ look very happy, y/n. did something happen? did he go too far this time? :(
you sighed as you read the text, feeling a little too tired (and upset) to explain it over text.
iβll talk to you later when you get home, iβm fine, promise. have fun, babe! love u <3
when your phone vibrated for the second time, you expected another text from your roommate, but it was from someone else.Β a number you didnβt have saved in your phone.
hey, itβs trevor. call me, y/n.
you huffed dramatically, shoving your phone in your back pocket, as you continued walking towards your dorm.Β
it was dark out and a little chilly. you would much rather be in the comfort of your bedroom, under the covers of your warm bed, with yourΒ βstupidβ book than be out here, alone, and upset.Β
just when you though things couldnβt get worse, they did.Β
βhey, y/n, what are you doing out here all alone, hm?β a voice from behind you asked.Β
you spun around quickly, not being able to recognise the person by their voice. it was when you saw their face, slightly illuminated in the cool light radiating from a street lamp, that you were reminded of who they were.Β
his name was unknown to you, but you placed him as the guy from your history class whoΒ tried to talk to you several times a day, never failing to make you feel uncomfortable. he had never explicitly voiced anything too threatening in the past, just sly comments and remarks that caught you off guard or rubbed you the wrong way.Β
βi uh- iβm actually in a rush- my roommate it waiting up for me so i have to get back to her,β you laughed uncomfortably, trying to shrug off the uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.Β
you turned around and tried to walk away quickly before his cold hand wrapped itself around your wrist harshly, spinning you around to face him again, βare you sure? you canβt spare 15 minutes? iβll make it quick, promise,β he grinned, bringing his other hand up to your face to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear.Β
βyeah- yeah, i really have to go, iβm so- iβm so sorry- please,β you sobbed, your bottom lip beginning to wobble as his breath hit your face.Β
βwho the fuck are you talking to? y/n? where are you?β you had never been more relieved to hear his voice in your life.Β
you closed your eyes as you heard footsteps approaching,Β βtrevor? is that you?β you said loudly, starting to trash around in the strangers grasp.
the man growled angrily in response, his grip on your wrist tightening as he placed a hand on your hip in an attempt to keep you from moving around so much.Β
βwho the fuck are you?β trevor yelled, pure anger transparent in his voice as he stomped loudly over to you and the man,Β βget your fucking hands of her right fucking now!β he added, his hand grabbing a fist full of the guyβs coat and yanking him away from you.Β Β
he took note of your red eyes and tear stained cheeks, registering that the guyβs company and actions toward you were unwarranted.Β
he continued to yell at the stranger, striding in the guyβs direction to get him to walk further and further away from you.
β-and i swear to god, if i ever- and i mean ever- catch you anywhere near her again, youβll be so fucking sorry that youβll wish you never got accepted here! you understand me, dipshit?β
he yelled a little more before shoving the guy once more, watching him cower away to his car.
when he turned around to face you, his eyes immediately softened. he quickly walked back over to you and placed his hands on either side of you face, his eyes looking directly into yours.
βhey, y/n, are you okay? iβm so fucking sorry that had to happen to you- and iβm sorry for forcing you out of my dorm- i-if it werenβt for me, none of this wouldβve happened,β his eyes remained locked with yours, staring at you attentively as he waited for your response.
βis there something i can get for you? anythi-β
you cut him off, βiβm not a child. you donβt have to talk to me like that, trevor!β
he was taken aback by your sudden outburst, βiβm sorry okay!β
βno stop! youβre only sorry because you feel like you have to be! you hate me, remember?β
βhate? wait- y/n, i donβt hate you. i could never hate you,β he said softly, his palms remained on either side of your jaw.
βstop lying, trevor! you donβt have to feel sorry for me, n-nothing even happened, you showed up in time, b-before he could do anything- anything horrible-β you only just managed to get out the last part, your throat tightening as you tried to convince yourself more than trevor that everything was fine.
βfuck!β he shouted exasperatedly, βiβll fucking kill him, that bastard!β his jaw tightened at the reminder of the stranger, β-and iβm not lying, y/n! stop trying to push me away!β tevor exclaimed voice desperately as his eyes darted around different points of your face, one of his hands dropping to the same wrist the guy had been holding, βdoes it hurt?β he asked, his tone soft and genuine.
βi think it will in the morning, he grabbed me pretty hard-,β you sobbed, finally giving in and letting yourself rest against trevorβs frame.
your arms wrapped themselves around his torso, as his thumb gently rubbed your against wrist before bringing it up to his mouth where he placed a small kiss on the inside.
βwhyβd you come look for me?β you sniffed, your head resting against his chest.
βbecause you left in such a rush and i knew you couldnβt drive home- and no one from the party left with you- i didnβt want you to be out here alone,β he explained, his hand moving from your wrist to the crown of your head, βcan i take you home?β
βi- i donβt think i wanna go home, not yet- please donβt make me go home,β you pulled away from his chest, looking up to meet his eyes.
he shook his head quickly, βnot your home, y/n, iβm taking you back to mine. iβll get everyone to leave. thereβs no way iβm letting you go home alone after that,β he gently cupped the top of your head with his palm, pulling you back into his embrace.
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