A Kiss To Change It All (Part 14) - Montgomery de la Cruz
Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader; Jeff Atkins x Reader
Warning: Fluff; Jealousy; A little angst
Word Count: 1756 words.
You kept your relationship with Montgomery a secret for weeks.
Weeks of sneaking. The excitement of it never faded away. After tutoring, with no words exchanged, he would drive to the dockside, out of habit mainly. It was your happy place where no one would catch you kissing, talking, or simply sitting in comfortable silence when one of you didn’t have a good day and didn’t want to talk about it. When it was him, he would rest his head on your lap, relaxing under your soft touch on his face before you moved your fingers to comb his hair. He liked the way you wouldn’t ask questions when he was upset and the way you made him forget about his worries by just being there for him. When it was you, he would hold you against his chest, pressing kisses on top of your head. It was a simple gesture but it was comforting in every possible way. But it wasn’t the only time you would be together. You mastered the climbing up and down your window, silently and quickly because he often took you out on late date nights to Rosie’s when he couldn’t sleep at your place. You would often sit facing each other, just talking, as if you were catching up on all the time you spent hating one another for no reason. And when he sat by your side, you would snuggle under his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and enjoying the warmth of his body that slowly warmed you as he played with your hand.
Weeks of cheesy pickup lines, flirting, and teasing at inappropriate moments. When you were in the middle of a conversation, he would find it funny to text you the cheesiest pickup line he could come up with. ’On a scale from 1 to 10, you’re a 9… And I’m the 1 you need.’ or ’Is it hot in here or is it just you?’ Those were just two texts among many others, that would make you laugh, earning weird looks from whoever was talking to you. During your tutoring sessions, he would get his chair as close to yours as possible, knee bumping into yours when you wouldn’t look at him, hand brushing over yours when you would reach for a book or a pen. “Feel my shirt.”
“What?”
“It’s made of boyfriend material.” He responded with a smirk leaning back in his chair which make you smile and blush at the same time.
Weeks of lies. It was getting tiring at points. Not being able to be free holding hands, kissing, or just talking about him when Jessica started the ‘getting you a boyfriend discussion’. “Gosh, why are you so stubborn?”
“Because I don’t need a boyfriend, Jess.” You sighed and drew your attention back to the untouched food in your tray.
“Valentine’s day is next week, are you seriously going to spend it alone again?”
“Yes. I don’t like this crap anyways.” You rolled your eyes. You always hated Valentine’s day, you thought people didn’t need a special day to remind their significant other that they loved them and give them a special treat. Plus you knew what Jessica was trying to do: Get you to take that stupid survey that would get you phone numbers from boys that matched whatever quiz you were meant to take. Sheri was the one who came up with the idea, for as much as it was the perfect opportunity for Clay to get a move on Hannah, you found this whole fuss about it stupid. “And I am not taking that damn survey.” You spoke when she was about to add something.
“How did you…”
“I just know. End of the story.” Now that hidden relationship was getting irritating and terribly frustrating for you because not only do you have to keep your relationship a secret but on top of this, whenever you looked at the jocks’ table, there were cheerleaders there, laughing like pure idiots to whatever dumb jokes Bryce said. One of them, Kimberly if you remembered her stupid name well, was always clutched to Montgomery’s side, desperately trying to get his attention and today was too much for you to handle. Not only she was glued to his side but on top of it, he was actually talking to her, making her laugh, she had her hands all over him and that was it. You gathered your stuff and stormed out of the cafeteria, not bothering yourself to respond to any of your friends calling you. You locked yourself in the bathroom, watching texts from Jeff and Jessica fill your screen until Montgomery’s name showed up. ’What’s wrong, baby girl?’ 'Baby where are you?’
“Open the door, (Y/N)…” His voice rose from behind the door.
“Leave me alone, Monty.” You responded harshly.
“Bad luck, baby, I am just as stubborn as you. Open the door.” He repeated in a cold tone. You knew he would stay there until you give up and you did. You opened the door, pushed past him but he quickly grabbed your arm and made you face him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” You tried to free your arm but he tightened his hold around it. “Monty, let me go.”
“Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.”
“What’s wrong with me? Seriously? I am the one that should be asking this damn question, Cruz!” He shot you a confused look. “You probably needed help flirting with Kimberly today, didn’t you? Did you expect me to brush it off like I have been doing for the past three fucking weeks?” You wanted to yell at him but it would just drag people in there and that was the last thing you wanted.
“I wasn’t. I swear (Y/N), I wasn’t.”
“That’s not what I saw.” He let go of your arm. “You haven’t talked to me since yesterday after tutoring. I haven’t received a single text from you and you didn’t respond to any of mine. What am I supposed to do? Just play it cool until you remember that you have a girlfriend?” Your eyes were filled with tears and they were quickly running down your cheeks. All the fears that you had when he first kissed you were back. The fear of him just playing with you, of him getting bored of being with you, that he was just passing time until he found someone much better than you… You shook your head and walked away. He wasn’t able to move or say anything, the simple thought that he made you cry made him freeze in his spot.
You skipped class, turned off your phone, and locked yourself in your bedroom, tears still flowing from your eyes, ignoring your parents when they came back from work. You just continued crying, face buried in your pillow, your body slowly growing tired and you eventually fell asleep and when you woke up, it was already dark outside. You groaned when you rolled over your back, your muscles sore and head throbbing. “Fuck.”
“(Y/N), honey, are you up?” Your mother’s voice rose from behind your door. You opened the door, revealing your red eyes and nose, tears stained cheeks, and messy hair. “Oh, sunshine…” She pulled you in her arms, gently rubbing your back. “Would you tell me what happened?”
“No...Nothing mama.” You whispered. “I’m gonna out for a walk.”
“Honey, Jefferey is downstairs, he had been here for hours.” You sighed. Great. Freaking amazing. Jeff was not going to leave you until you tell him what happened to you to make you ditch school in the middle of the day. And he didn’t.
In the car, the tension was so heavy between you and your best friend that it made the air unbreathable. You shifted many times in your seat, pulling on the seatbelt that seemed to crush your chest and looking at the houses outside. “Monty told me everything,” Jeff spoke, eyes on the road missing the way you flinched, and turned to look at him. “Were you going to keep that away from me for longer than this?” He was pissed. Never in your life had you seen him pissed and never you would have thought that he would be pissed at you.
“Jeff… I…” You sobbed. “I w…was afraid you may not agree…” You had no tears left in your system, your mouth was dry not to mention that your eyes were burning you every time you blinked and now you wanted to cry but you couldn’t. “I never wanted to lie to you… I am sorry.”
“Sweetheart.” His tone softened which made you sob even more in your hands, your breathing was ragged and almost painful. Jeff could almost hear your heartbreaking. He quickly parked the car and made his way to your side, pulling you to his chest. You slowly calmed down but the pain in your chest was still there. He pressed his lips on your forehead before resting his against it. “My pretty girl, I don’t like seeing you like this…”
“I am sorry… I never lied to you before this.”
“I know, (Y/N/N), I know… I am not mad at you, sweetheart.” You shot him a confused look that made him smile. “Gosh, why you thought I’d be mad at you for having a boyfriend?”
“Because it’s Monty…” You whispered.
He chuckled. “And? If he makes you happy and treats you right, I have nothing to say about it, sweetheart.” You threw your arms around his neck and mumbled against his shoulder, your body started shaking again as you restrained yourself from crying again.
“I love you so much, Jeff. I am so lucky to have you in my life.” You managed to say in one go when you pulled away.
“I love you too, pretty girl, more than anything and I don’t want you to hide anything from me from now on, promise?”
“Promise.” You cracked a smile. Jeff then took you to Rosie’s. You hadn’t eaten all day and despite you protesting and telling him you weren’t hungry, he took you to you’d call, your favorite dinner in town. On the way back home, you could still feel the sharp pain in your chest and you started coughing, a little bit at first but it intensified forcing Jeff to pull to the side. “I’m okay.” You said before you looked down at your hands, small stains of blood on them. “Actually, I’m not okay.”
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