What happens when the sweetest angel in town meets the baddest devil in town and falls in love. Despite the bad boy act, there's something hiding behind him. Something that's deeper, something that's secretive.
Jaeden Martell X reader
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————-❀✐♡✄———— "Oh yeah, I'm totally in love with her." He respond, mischievous fully in his voice.
"I knew it!" Violet says, her voice stirred with excitement.
She then looked around, watching out and whispered into Jaeden's ears.
"I could help you, ya' know? I don't really Blake after all, especially with y/n."
His eyes went wide, his pupils expanded when she finished her sentences.
Maybe Violet could help him get Y/n to the bed, then he'll just dump her for the fun sakes.
He's lips turned into a little smirk, this was going to be better then he thought. ✰✰✰ Her sun dress flew along with the winds, her hair in two little braids, the flower tucked behind her ears, her eyes glowed as she looked into the sun.
It was around sundown, the orange peachy sky along with the bitter color of dark orange sun.
She was stress out of her mind, the weight of the kiss on her shoulder.
Y/n sat along the rows of flowers in the flower field. Roses, Sunflowers, Tulips, Orchids, Lilys, and every kind of flowers in every shade of color surrounded her.
It was ghostly calm in the flower field, you could only hear the fresh blowing wind.
She liked to be alone when she's stress, she likes the calmness view in front of her, and she liked the eeriness.
The flower field was like her 2nd home, a special place for her.
She often comes to the field to calm herself down when she's feeling stress out of her mind, or when she's feeling emotional. Sometimes she even just goes to the flower field to be happy, to feel delighted.
The poor girl got a lot on her mind recently.
The feeling of 'I'm a cheater' along with the thought of him stressed her out.
But that wasn't the only thing that's on her shoulder.
It was also her trying to be overly perfect.
Everyone watches her through everything, trying to catch her do something bad, something awful, anything that they could call her out for.
If she did one bad thing, the town will know.
The feeling of being pressured to be perfect drove her crazy. Sure she was almost perfect, but on one is truly perfect. Everyone makes mistakes, but for y/n to make one is almost unbelievable.
As she sat out watching the sun in the flower field, she hears a step coming over to her.
It was weird to have someone coming over to the flower field with her, and it usually never happens. The flower field was like her private space, it's confidential; no one knows this is where she spends most of her time thinking. The space was like a piece of her that no one knows. No one knows her sadness side, they all assume she's always happy; she's always perfect.
But that wasn't the case at all.
She doesn't know how to feel sharing her happiness, her land of thinking. She knows it's selfish not to share the land, besides it's not even hers in the first place.
The flower field was located 20 minuets away from their town. And you would have to drive up to the mountain, then across the forest to get to the actual field.
The process of going there was the hardest part, but then once you get to the flower field; it's worth it.
