Secret admirer
Warnings: Bullying, injury
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You saw him every day without fail sitting at his usual table with the hell fire club whilst you sat alone, keeping your distance from the jocks and the cheerleaders who purposely went out of their way to humiliate you.
Eddie Munson had a hold on you, not that he knew since you purposely avoided him at all cost, scared you would embarrass yourself. So instead, you kept your head down, in your note book writing the odd word, stealing a glance at him with every opportunity you could get. You loved his hair, clothes and how he could capture a whole room like a performer. He was extremely attractive to say the least.
Your view of Eddie was suddenly replaced with a blonde haired jock. “Hey there, freak.” Jason sat down opposite you with a slam. “What you writing?” His grin menacing.
“I’m just doing some homework.” You whispered back. “English.” You tried your best to cover your writing.
“Let me see!” Snatching your note book from you he begins reading, a smirk forming on his face. “Awh, what’s this? A poem?” He laughs looking at the jocks. “And it’s about that freak over there.” He points at Eddie, you feel a lump forming in your throat, embarrassment flooding through you as he begins to read it out loud, jumping up on your table for everyone to hear. The whole cafeteria was quiet, waiting for the show.
“There is someone that I love that doesn’t even know me.
I often wandered how long it would take for him to see.”
You quickly glance at Eddie who looks shocked and as equally confused.
“Trapped alone staring at four walls, knowing I won’t be yours.
Yes, you see my dreams of you are the only thing that cures.”
Jason and the rest of the cafeteria were all laughing by this point. “And underneath it says ‘for Eddie Munson’, what a loser.” Ripping the page in front of you he jumps off the table. You couldn’t believe you had just been humiliated like that in front of the whole school, and especially Eddie. Now he knew how you felt. You just wanted to disappear.
“Please, Jason. Stop. ” You pleaded, tugging on your sleeves. Your eyes locked onto Eddie’s for a brief second, worry spread across his face. By this point tears had started spilling down your cheeks as the rest of the jocks pooled round the two of you laughing whilst one of them pulled your chair from out under you. With a slam, your head connected with the floor. You grimaced in pain and touched the stinging part of your head that had impacted the floor. You pulled your hand back to see blood. “What’s up freak? Did we hurt you?” The whole cafeteria laughing once more. “Get up and look at us!” Jason spat. You remained unmoving, hoping the world would swallow you whole and that Eddie would stop staring.
“I said look at me bitch!” You stood and steadied yourself before you gained the courage to look at Jason in the eyes. “That’s better. Now. Clean up your mess.” He said whilst tipping your water all over you and the floor. You yelped out feeling your ice cold liquid dropping on your head and down your back.
“Leave her alone!” Was that Eddie? It was. He was storming down to confront Jason. But why? “What’s she ever done to you?”
“Ah, the other freak wants to play too!” Jason laughed. “Did you like her little poem?”
“Haven’t you done enough damage here?”
“Nah. I’m just getting started, cock sucker.” Jason pushed Eddie, making him stumble backwards slightly.
“You dick.” Eddie launched at him pinning him to the ground as he landed two punches. You know his rings would leave an indent on Jason’s face. Hands then began to drag Eddie off; the jocks punched and kicked Eddie. You could hear Eddie grunting and see blood coming from his nose even though he was trying his best to cover his face.
“Stop!” You sobbed, trying to get in the middle of the fight, getting kicked and punched in the process.
Saved by the bell, the jocks jumped off him, then spat on him walking off to their lessons. You could hear them shouting, “this isn’t over, freaks.”
“Eddie, oh my god. Are you okay?” You crawled over to him.
“Don’t worry about me.” He groaned whilst sitting up smiling, wiping the blood under his nose with his hand. “Princess, you’re bleeding!” His face dropped noticing the cut on your head, he grimaced daring to touch it.
“P-princess?” You whispered, not sure if you’d heard him right feeling heat in your cheeks.
“Come on, I’m getting you cleaned up.” He stood up and grabbed your hand. By now the canteen was mostly empty and you knew this would be the talk of the school for the rest of the month.
You were being lead into the toilets by Eddie, the guy who only exchanged the odd glance and smile with you in the few lessons you share. The guy who now knew your true feelings about him.
“Does it hurt?” He asks whilst cleaning the wound on your head.
“A little.” You hissed. “I-I’m sorry about what happened in there.” You shake your head. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. If it’s any consolation I thought the poem was lovely and I’m extremely flattered that a beautiful young maiden wrote about me.” He says bowing with a smile.
“Eddie, why are you helping me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, looking confused at you. Blood dripping from his nose once more.
“You never even talk to me.” You shivered feeling your wet clothes clinging to you.
“Here. Take this.” He starts taking off his jacket to put over you.
“N-no, I can’t take that.” You protest.
“I insist.” Smiling, he helps you into his signature jacket. “It looks better on you anyway.” He winks, hand on your shoulder.
You blush slightly under his gaze, almost forgetting the situation you were in until your winced feeling a throbbing in your head again.
“Shit, Y/N. This looks deep. You might need stitches.” He panics. “We need to get you dried up too.”
“I don’t have any spare clothes on me and my parents will be so mad if they see me like this!” You plant your face in your hands as you cry.
“Hey, hey. Come on sweetheart. Come here.”He wraps you in his arms as you shake against him, shoulders moving up and down with your sobs. He strokes your wet hair trying to calm you. After a few minutes your crying had eased and you broke away from his hug.
“Oh, Eddie. Your shirt, I’m sorry!” Noticing the mess you’d made from crying into him.
“No foul. I have spares.” He shrugs. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” You ask as he grabs your hand for the second time today, butterflies in your stomach.
“To mine.”
••••
The ride to his was quiet as you gathered your thoughts still unsure as to why Eddie was being so nice. You’d always had a crush on him but you knew he didn’t feel the same way about you. How could he? He was perfect and you were, well, you. Yet you couldn’t help but notice the worried glances he kept giving you on the journey. Admittedly you were surprised he was helping you and that he hadn’t ran a mile thinking you were a creep or a stalker after hearing your poem about him.
You’d never been to Eddie’s trailer so you had no idea what to expect until you recognised where you were. “Max lives in the trailer over there!” You pointed out as his van pulled into the trailer park. “I’ve been here before. A few times actually.”
“Well, I’m sure you already know not to expect much then.” He laughed. “I live here with my uncle but he works a lot, so he’s barely in.”
“Will he be in now?” You asked in a panic, not wanting to meet someone new.
“No princess.” There he was with the name again. “His car isn’t here.” Eddie parks his van next to his trailer and runs round to your side opening your door for you. “Mi lady.” He bows, holding his hand out for you. Giggling, you take it and start being led to his trailer.
“Welcome to my castle, princess.” He opens the door. You step in and take in your surroundings. Empty beer cans on the side and pots stacked up waiting to be washed. It was small, but felt like a home. “If I knew I was going to have company today, I would have cleaned.” He laughs awkwardly scratching his head.
“No, it’s nice. Don’t worry about that.” Your eyes locking for a few seconds and you notice you’re still holding his hand.
“Erm, why don’t you go have a shower? You can have some of my clothes to change into and I will put yours in the washer.”
“Thank you, Eddie. Really. You’re too kind.”
••••
It felt weird showering in Eddie’s shower, using his shampoo and his body wash and then getting into his clothes. You had to admit you loved that you were wearing his AC/DC shirt. It was really oversized coming just above your knees and it smelt like him, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Slipping on some of his joggers was strange as they were ridiculously baggy so you had to tie them tight so they wouldn’t come down. You felt so much better for that shower, even if the shampoo had stung the cut on your head.
“Y/N, how you getting on in there.” Eddie was on the other side of the bathroom door.
“I-I’m done actually.” Unlocking the door to a smiling Eddie. God you loved that smile.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” You giggled noticing Eddie staring at you in his clothes biting his lip, his arm resting high on the door frame.
“The joggers were big so I’ve had to tie them super tight, and the top is, well, obviously way too big.” You glanced down at yourself.
“Why do you look better in my clothes than I do princess?” His eyes locked onto yours for what felt like an eternity as butterflies pirouetted round your stomach. “Come on, let’s get you comfy.” He lead you to his bedroom which was covered in band posters, guitars hanging on the wall too. You often wondered what his bedroom looked like and this was pretty much what you were expecting.
You both sat on his bed, Eddie checking the wound on your head again. “I think you’re okay, I’m fairly sure you don’t actually need stitches after all, how are you feeling?”
“Sore. Embarrassed. Tired. The list goes on.” You joke.
“What have you got to be embarrassed about?” He quizzes you, sitting closer to you.
“Well, I mean, Eddie. Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?”
“Come on, my poem. How I feel.”
“Would it make you feel better if I said I felt the same about you?” Your head snapped up.
“E-Eddie, you, you’re just saying that.”
He smirked at you playfully and reached his hand out to yours. “No, Y/N, I’m not.”
You dared yourself to touch his hand with your other, playing with his rings. “Do you mean that?” Eddie connected his lips with yours and your heart exploded. The kiss was careful like he was scared of hurting you. Your hand wrapping in his hair and his hand on your cheek.
“Does that answer your question?” He breathed, lips still close to yours.
