I Hate You, I Love You | Montgomery Dela Cruz x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person
A/N: It’s the first time I’ve ever written and posted an imagine for someone else other than Zach! But this was requested so, I hope you guys like this too. Warning: things kinda escalate quickly lol. Enjoy!
Request: Uhhhh maybe a Monty x reader love hate fanfic?
Taking AP Chemistry was both the best and the worst. I do enjoy it, but it really is too much work sometimes, just like now. We were told to make a research paper and I thought that I could use my free period to get started, so I went directly to the library.
I picked up a few Chemistry books and made my way to the large table at the back of the library, away from all the students. I liked my alone time. As I turned page after page, a tall figure pulled the empty chair in front of me and rested his backpack on top of the table. I looked up from my paper and see Monty, who had his face buried in his folded arms, while his head rested on his backpack. He was sleeping.
“Hey. Wake up.” I whisper at him and he doesn’t move.
“Wake up, we’re not allowed to sleep here!” I whisper once again and he still doesn’t budge.
“This is a no-sleeping area! I’m going to get in trouble because of you!” I whisper-yell at him and kick his shin and he jumps up with an irritated look on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.
“Mind your own business will you?!” He snarls at me and I huff in annoyance.
“If you want to sleep, then sleep somewhere else. Don’t do it here, I don’t want to get in trouble when you get caught.” I reply.
“Why do you think I chose to sleep here? The librarian can’t see. Dumb dumb.” He says and I was caught speechless by his remark. A little hurt, if I were to be honest.
I shut my mouth and let out one last sigh to express my shock and disgust at his behavior. I just can’t wrap my head around him. One minute he’s as sweet as candy, and the next minute he’s just plain mean and arrogant. It has always been like this with Monty. He’s like Marmite, you either love him, or you hate him and I don’t exactly know where I stand just yet.
I continue writing my Chemistry paper, and once and a while I’d find myself stopping to take a look at the guy sleeping in front of me. He looked so vulnerable like that; his ears turning red, probably from the heat in the library. It was a hot day, and the air conditioning in the library wasn’t on full blast. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, his nose twitching from time to time, probably because of a dream. His pink, plump lips were slightly apart as warm breath escaped his lips.
The sound of the bell awakened both him and I as we jump back into reality. He got up, swung his backpack on his right shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the library on his own. He didn’t even have the decency to wait for me as I placed my notebooks inside my bag. I shook my head and continued to walk out of the library.
The next day
Monty, Justin and I were on our way out of our Peer Communications class to meet our friends in the cafeteria for lunch when I had a sudden craving.