all too well // august horn av årnäs x reader

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august began walking, keeping up with my pace and making sure to stay beside me the entire time.

"så... are you going?" he asked looking at me.
(so)

i stopped walking for a second, grabbing a paper that had my schedule printed out on it out of the pocket on my blazer. i needed to remember the classroom number.

"go where?" i replied, scanning the paper.

"the party."

"right. i don't know." i shrugged.

"please, you'll enjoy it, i am sure."

i could feel him tilting his head at me and giving me that stupid smile he'd been giving me the past hour and a half.

"we'll see."

i folded the paper up, placing it back in my pocket, then looked up at august.

he sighed but then stared at me.
"is that a yes?"

persistent much?

i raised my eyebrow at him and looked to the side.
"it's a... we will see?"

"i have to get to class." i said, sounding fed up and stretching out my hand in front of him; motioning for him to hand me my bag back.

surprisingly, he didn't put up a fight for it and gave me it.

"so i will see you there, no?"

i took the backpack and put it on, rolling my eyes at him.
"thank you, bye august." i said, ignoring his question and smiling sarcastically at him.

"...bye." he replied.
he had a disappointed half-smile on his face.

i turned around and walked away from him.

i felt myself smiling at the thought of august but fought against it. i couldn't allow myself to fall so fast for him. not when i had just started fucking with his mind.

making him like me would be the most fun thing ever.

my following class period was too boring to go into detail. it was math... and i hate math.

so much.

after math, it was lunch time.

i stepped into the school cafeteria, searching around the place to find a seat.

to the far left of the room was felice, fredericka, stella, madison and maria all sitting in a table together giggling at something on felice's phone.
towards the front was august speaking with vincent and some other guy. wilhelm was sitting with them too but he looked like he did NOT want to be there at all.

i noticed that to the right was sara sitting in a four people table with a guy. he had brown curly hair and tan skin.

i walked over to sara's table, smiling at her.
"hi"

"hi" she smiled back.

"hi." the boy said, giving me a shy smile.

"can i sit with you?" i asked sara.

she nodded.

i sat down on the seat next to her.

"this is my brother, simon"

i looked over at him.
"hi again. y/n."

"simon" he replied.

i stayed quiet for a small bit before deciding i'd talk to him.

"sara me ha dicho que habláis español?"
(sara told me you spoke spanish?)

"si, mi mamá es de venezuela- eres española?"
(yeah, my mom is from venezuela- are you spanish?)
he asked laughing and tilting his head at me.

my accent when speaking spanish noticeably much different from his.

"a que se nota mucho?" i joked while laughing.
(is it that noticeable?)

"si, mucho."
(yes, a lot.)

i couldn't disagree on that.

"vosotros nacisteis en suecia o os mudasteis?"
(were you (plural) born in sweden or did you move?)

i was curious to know. i had figured a country like sweden didn't have many hispanic people; i also wanted to make conversation with simon. he seemed nice.

"nosotros nacimos acá."
(we were born here)

"ah vale, vale."
(oh alright alright)

"...y tu? me imagino que nacistes en españa?"
(and you? i imagine were you born in spain?)

"si, en madrid."
(yeah, in madrid)

"como te ha parecido suecia?"
(how have you found sweden?)

"pues esta diferentisima que españa." i spoke, in full truth.
(well it's very different to spain)

"y hillerska? cómo te ha parecido?"
(and hillerska? what have you thought of it?)

"me ha gustado, aunque los chavales están súper pijos."
(i've liked it, but guys here are really posh)

simon smiled at me confused.
"what is that?"

"pijo?"

i had forgotten that not everyone knew spanish slang.

"yeah"

"it just means like- like posh"

"ah. yeah they are."

talking about posh guys, my mind flew over to august.
i looked over to the side, where his table was at, and lo and behold, he was staring at me.

he looked to the side, at simon and sara and made a face, like he was offended.

weird, but i'm not surprised. i mean maddy did say he was an asshole.

i brought my attention back to simon, when a few seconds later i felt someone put their hand on my shoulder.