♡ New School, New Life ♡
Summary= On the first day of your new school, unexpected things happen.
-Patrick Blanco x Reader-
She stood in front of the door with her hands in her pockets, watching the large and magnificent building with indifferent eyes.
New country, new culture, new school and a new life..
It wasn't her decision. This was what her family wanted.
They'd made the decision only a few months ago. They'd given her excuses like it would be a good change for her and that she'd make new friends.
She didn't have big dreams. She'd grown up in a middle-income family, in good circumstances. They'd moved in quickly a week ago when her mother had been accepted for the job she'd wanted for years.
She knew her family wanted the best for her. She didn't want to upset them.
So, as soon as she heard the news, she started learning the language. Because it's one of the simplest languages in the world, it took less than a month. She explored the city's culture, its people, and its attractions.
A loud voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Hey!"
She saw a dark-skinned boy with long blonde hair approaching her, grinning.
"You must be the new student. I'm Toni, I can show you around the school if you'd like."
He held out his hand and waited. But all he got in return was a straight face and a blank stare.
"Thank you. I can handle it myself."
As she headed towards the school without even a glance at the boy, a disappointed voice followed by loud laughter came from behind her.
Things were different here than in her home country. She exhaled lightly and continued walking through the school corridors.
With every step, she observed the people she saw. They hung out as if they were at a bar rather than a school. The teachers didn't seem to care much either. It was clear that the discipline she had in her home country was completely absent here.
It seemed like getting used to this place was going to be harder than she thought.
She continued on her way, ignoring the eyes she felt on her.
She paused when she realized she'd reached the sinks.
As she reached out to open the door, she heard a faint groan. As her hand hung in the air, she tilted her head slightly to the side, trying to hear more clearly.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly when she heard the sounds of heavy breathing coming from the men's section.
Just as she was about to go in, thinking something was wrong, she remembered the people practically having sex in the hallway.
She rolled her eyes at the prospect of seeing such a sight.
As she spun on her heel, she heard another pained sound.
She closed her eyes and thought to herself: If she'd seen a girl kneeling inside and a boy moaning with pleasure, she'd have washed her eyes out with bleach.
But if there was someone inside who was truly in trouble and something happened to that person because she ignored the possibility, she could never forgive herself.
She slowly opened the door and hesitantly looked in.
There was a boy on the floor next to the sink, his hand on his chest, trying to breathe.
She went immediately to him, knelt down, put her hand on his chin and lifted his face.
"Hey, you're okay, it's okay."
When she realized he was having a panic attack, she wondered what to do. She didn't know what to do in such situations. But instinctively, she tried to reassure him.
"Just breathe slowly, okay?"
Through wet lashes, his eyes caught hers.
She placed her hand over the one squeezing his breast. She loosened it with a gentle caress. She gently caressed his breast with one hand while massaging his wrist with the other.
His breathing evened out and his body relaxed.
"Are you feeling better?"
His eyes opened and he looked at the girl in front of him for the first time while he was conscious.
"Am I dead?"
Her eyebrows furrowed. The corners of the boy's mouth twitched playfully.
"I never dreamed I could go to heaven."
She nodded and removed her hand from his chest.
"I think you're very okay now."
His hand quickly rose and grabbed the girl's wrist. There was no trace of his previous state anymore.
His eyes were wide, staring at her in a way she couldn't quite comprehend. Without taking his eyes off hers, he placed a small kiss on the back of her hand.
"Gracias."
"No matter, anyone would have done the same-"
He interrupted sharply.
"Not everyone would have done the same. There were those who came before you and saw me in this state."
Her eye twitched when she thought of those who saw someone in such pain and didn't help.
After a moment's pause, his eyes softened and he continued in a low voice.
"But an angel had to save me," he said, still holding her hand.
"You're exaggerating.. Anyway, I have to go now. You can take care of yourself, right?"
He snapped out of his somber mood and returned to his playful self. He bit his lip and gave her an unsure look.
"I don't know, I think I still feel bad. Maybe if you hug me, I'll feel better. Or maybe.. a little kiss?"
She stood up with a stern and indifferent look.
"I wish you a good day, sir. Take care."
She turned away, leaving the boy to deal with the strange emotions he was feeling.
Still sitting, he stared at the door for a long moment.
He placed a hand on his heart, which was beating faster than usual. He knew it wasn't from his earlier panic attack. This was different.
He let out a small laugh.
Insignificant as it was to her, he couldn't let this kindness go unanswered.
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MASTERLÄ°ST
(I will write gay characters and celebrities as straight. As far as I can see, there is no problem in portraying non-gay people as gay. Then this is also quite normal.😙)
*I don't like this character and this series. But he is a really pretty guy and that's how I picture him. And since unfortunately there are no "x fem reader", I decided to change that. Those who are uncomfortable should not read, that's what I do.
