Out of A Shell (Dash Parr x Fem!Shy!Reader)

Taking a Chance

They both were met with police. Upon seeing the siblings, one officer activated his radio to confirm that the building was empty now.

The Dash walked past the officers going back, nodding and smiling at those who offered him and his sister thanks as they passed, heading for the family supercar parked in a nearby alleyway. He did glance back at the office building with his eyes narrowed, watching fire fighters begin to shoot torrents of water into the windows.

Why did the Bluebloods attack this place? And set it on fire no less. It seemed so...random. But he supposed he was just missing something. Now to get home and see how bad this burn was.

His healing ability was top-notch, but it wasn't instantaneous if the wound was severe enough. He might have to come up with a story for people at school tomorrow if the burn's still there...

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The Next Day:

Reader's POV

I stepped past the students lingering in the hallways, fiddling with my notebook, as I headed towards my locker. I honestly hated when people would just stand right in the middle of the hall, like there wasn't dozens of other people coming and going. It was tough, trying not to run into anyone.

I knew my luck ran out, when someone rammed right into my shoulder, making me flinch and drop my notebook. The sheets of paper in it flew out and scattered across the floor.

And, of course whoever bumped into me continued on their way. The people around me didn't stop, some of them even kept walking and stepped all over my papers.

My face set in a scowl, I just bent down and tried to gather my things, swallowing my ever growing irritation. Then, I noticed something.

Students started moving out of the way, parting like dual doors sliding open. Looking up, I realized why.

"Hey. Lemme help you."

Dash grinned, kneeling down in front of me and grabbing the rest of the sheets. Instantly, my mood shot up, and I smiled with little inhibition. I was aware we were being watched by about every single person in the hall, but I didn't care at all.

At least someone was nice enough to help me. And, that someone was the guy who always made my heart flutter. In no time I had everything stuffed safely back into my notebook, and Dash was even kind enough to help me up, grabbing my free hand to hold it firmly in his own.

I wanted to melt.

"There we go." He unfortunately let my hand go, but his smile still made me feel like I was encased in a cocoon of warmth. For a few seconds, I took in his appearance now that we were both standing. He wore his usual style of clothes, but I saw he wasn't wearing his letterman jacket...or any jacket really. It let me see his torso and arms in better detail, and...I suddenly remembered that Dash was a very athletic person.

...Wait, I was staring. Whoops.

"T-Thanks." Desperately hoping he didn't notice, my eyes flicked back up to his face, but alas....he was staring at me with a brow quirked, and an amused smile. Overwhelmed by the heat of embarrassment, I moved past him to walk to my locker, and he fell into place next to me.

"You're welcome. I hope your papers didn't get messed up too bad." He said, and I refused to look at him. Not out of indignation, but out of fear of me just eyeing him again.

"They're fine. I don't think my teachers will mind some footprint marks on them." I deadpanned, and the sound of Dash's chuckle made my lips twitch into a smile. I reached my locker, and spun in my combination to open it.