Waving Through a Window (Connor Murphy X Reader)

Today was a bad day, and here's why

I watched her leave, frozen, until she was within the doors of the school. 

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked myself quietly, tracing the letters of her name on my arm with my finger. I could practically still feel her smaller hand wrapped around my arm, like a ghost. "Maybe she was a ghost and I was going crazy like Zoe and dad think,"

No, she wasn't a ghost. I had her real name written on my arm. 

When my finger reached the end of her name, I noticed the numbers she had written underneath. Her number, that's why she told me to text her. I put the number in my phone without thinking. I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and sprinting for the school doors before I could second guess myself. 

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The day was shitty as always. I never saw Y/n in the halls and was starting to think that maybe she was fake, all in my head, but I kept my sleeves pulled up anyway just in case someone could see her name. 

Every time I started to think that she was never real, I would catch someone staring at her name on my arm, reminding me that I was not insane after all. 

Her perfectly written name was popular among the eyes of everyone who would see me, including her brother that I had pushed down right before lunch. I felt like shit for losing my temper, thinking she would never want to talk to me because of it, so I did not text her to sit with me.

For the rest of the day I would look for her in the halls every chance I got, but never saw her. Either I was very unlucky and none of our classes made us pass each other in the halls, she left, or she was trying to avoid me. Anything was an option, and by the end of the day, I was feeling like shit. 

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I had an assignment to do, write an essay about what I did during the summer, so I went to the computer lab at the end of the day. When I walked in, I saw her brother, Evan, sitting at one of them. The printer started to run, so I got it out for him as an excuse to talk to him and apologize for pushing him. Maybe if I made it up to him, she would talk to me,

The conversation was a blur after it was done. The whole time, I was panicking in my head, hoping that if I made it up to him then he would not complain about me to his sister and she would not hate me. I thought to when she had written her name on my arm that morning, and wrote my name on his cast.

I lost my cool when I skimmed what he had printed out though. Some freaky shit about Zoe. Why would he be writing about Zoe if he had not known that I was the only one left in the computer lab, and knew I would find it? He wanted me to find some creepy stuff about my sister and go crazy on him so he could make fun of me and tell everyone I was a freak. 

When I had finished screaming at him and pushed him down for the second time that day, I turned to run out the door and saw Y/n looking at me shocked. I was frozen in place, and she reached out to me, but I slapped her hand away. She definitely thought I was a freak after that, so there was no use. I pushed her out of the way, but not as hard as Evan so she would not fall on the ground, and ran out the door. She yelled my name as I ran down the hall, but I didn't stop for anything.