From Two Different worlds [Reader Insert]

Chapter 6

Being nice apparently deserves a death sentence according to Sasha.

Once your feet reached the ground you commented, "let's just go to the dining hall." The rest of the walk consisted of Sasha talking about food and how she is slightly excited about the training. Although once inside you all got your trays of food like promised you gave some to Sasha. Then you headed for your dark lonely corner.

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After sitting several moments in silence you got bored, "Okay this is lame," you mumbled before taking a bite out of the piece of bread in your hands.

Two bodies then made way into your view and took a seat in front of you, "I hope you don't mind us sitting there," said a sweet and kind voice. Looking up you med with a pair of light brown eyes, freckles were spread across his soft looking face.

Swallowing the food you then stuttered, "I-I don't m-mind," you felt your face grow warm at the sight of the young teen. Looking down embarrassedly you started to fidget with your fingers at the sight of the boy.

I JUST MET THE ONE AND ONLY FRECKLED JESUS.

"That's weird. The last time I saw you, you were very energetic," said the voice who sat next to Marco, "what happened?"

Next to him was the copper-haired guy that you knew as horse face, "shut it pony-boy," you then crossed your arms and raised a brow, "I'm also surprised that you decided to sit with me."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, I just didn't expect someone to join me. That's all. Though I appreciate your company pony-boy." you replied.

"(Y/n). Can you not call me that?" asked the male while sending daggers your way.

"Awe, but else am I supposed to call you? It fits you perfectly since you looked like a horse and all," you stuck your tongue out at the slightly mad guy. While his friend was confused next to him.

"Say that again and you will never eat egg omelet again," his finger pointed at you threateningly.

Raising a brow you looked at him, "omelet can be made with something other than egg?"

"What no-"

You then started laughing at the male's flustered face, "the way you word it insinuates omelet can be made with something other than egg."

Jean raised a fist though did nothing as he was feeling embarrassed, "it's not funny, (Y/n)!" You only laughed more and slapped a hand over your mouth trying not to be loud.

"You two know each other?" a freckled boy interrupted the bullying you were doing to the horse.

Jean cleared his throat and regained his composure, "yea, Marco this is (Y/n). We met two years ago, she stayed at my place for a while. That was before she disappeared," he then looked towards your direction, "and I wonder why?"

Moving away from your hand you started chopping the air, "I already said I wasn't going to be a victim of misogyny. No way was I going to be taught how to be a housewife."

"What do you mean housewife?!" he exclaimed.

"You didn't notice but I sure did," you then leaned forward to Marco's direction and whispered, "his mom wanted me to marry him."

Jeanie rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "what did you even do in these last two years anyway?"

"Living the thug life," you answered, "at least for one year." Though the horse only gave you a confused look as Marco slowly ate his food and listened to the conversation. "Yeah, I lived with some thugs from the underground city for a year, after that we were all arrested-" You stopped talking when something wet had hit your face.