Montgomery x Reader
Request- “Monty and Alex fight but the reader steps in.” (I changed up the whole car hit thing, it just made more sense to me.)
Getting to school early was a blessing for you. It gave you the opportunity to get in a hot cup of coffee, and time to collect your thoughts away from people. Usually people started to filter in at around the same time as each other, noisy and distracting, and pulling you back down to reality.
Today, someone was really bothering you. Or rather, it sounded like a group- a rather large group. Heck, maybe it was a mob?
Unable to continue on in your little bubble, you decided to go out and check what all the ruckus was about. As you started out of the large double doors, the visual was majorly blocked by crowds of people surrounding and jeering at whatever was going on. You used you elbows and the occasional sharp fingernail to push your way to the front of the crowds, earning a few “Oi!”’s from the clump. Pushing past the last people, you could make out a figure on the floor, bloodied and angry. A figure which turned out to be Alex Standall. Towering above him was Montgomery De La Cruz, barely a scratch on him except from his crimson fists.
The sight made you mad. More than mad. It made you fucking furious. Although you’d never had the displeasure of knowing either boy very well, it was obvious that Monty was far larger and far more powerful than Alex, and that this fight was just plain unfair. Monty was a jock, Alex was in band. You and Alex had Maths together, and sometimes he helped you out, so you thought he seemed a nice enough guy. Monty however, was in your Chemistry, and you’d been partners a few times. You’d always found him attractive, and if you were completely honest with yourself, had a little crush on him, but knew when it came down to it he was a lads lad. On the odd occasion, the gentle, caring Monty would show his face, but not too long before the facade was forced back up.
Before you even knew what you were doing, your feet were carrying you into the middle of the fight. You were shaking slightly from anger, you hated violence more than anything, and these boys were going to know about it.
“MONTY!” You shouted as you stepped between him and Alex. He faltered, pulling his fist back from its previous punching position.
“Y/N? What is it?” His face had softened ever so slightly. You looked pointedly at Alex, perched up on his elbows and breathing heavily, and then back to Montgomery.
“What the hell do you think?” You laughed slightly.
“He nearly ran me over!” He was angry, but there was no where near as much heat in his tone as previously. You looked back at Alex.
“It’s true.” He coughed.
“Well obviously that was dumb. Doesn’t mean you gotta beat him to a pulp.” You accused, crossing your arms. You weren’t shy, per-se, but it was uncommon that your school peers would see this side of you. You squinted your eyes- neither of you breaking eye contact from the other.
“I got angry.” He was blunt, but no longer mad. His fists had un-balled.
“You think I just punch up some guy when I get mad?” You chuckled again. “If so I’d be punching you up right now De La Cruz.”
The crowd began to dissipate, to make way for Mr Porter. Shit. This wasn’t going to be good.
“De La Cruz. Standall. What are you doing?” He boomed. “And L/N, this is very unlike you.”
“I was stopping them, sir.” You explained.
“If I recall hearing correctly, you were just threatening to hit Montgomery.” He crossed his arms. You sighed. Why did you even bother.
“All of you to my office please.”
Great. This day was just getting worse.
Porter gave the three of you detention, but was sure to keep Monty and Alex separated- just in case. Alex was put by himself, while you got stuck with Monty.
“I know it’s stupid, but I feel like I should explain myself.” Monty started. You exhaled.
“Honestly, don’t worry, I’m sorry I got so pissy. I shouldn’t have got involved.” You revealed.
“I’m glad you did, Y/N. If you hadn’t been there, i don’t know how far I would’ve taken it.” He avoided eye contact, contrastingly to the previous day.
“Mr Porter still would have turned up, I didn’t do anything, really.”
“You did, Y/N. Mr Porter wouldn’t have helped me calm down. You did, for some reason.” Monty seemed smaller then, less intimidating.
“I’m glad, I guess…” you trailed off, not quite sure how to react. Monty turned his seat so that he was facing you, and his knees were nearly touching your seat. He hummed to himself quietly.
“You’re really something.” He seemed as though he was searching for something in your eyes, studying you, purveying you. You blushed, feeling as though he was undressing you. Not in a sexual way, but pulling away all the layers of your personality. You saw through him.
“Monty, I’m not just your next conquest.” You rolled your eyes, facing forward to the chalkboard. He seemed taken aback, and scooted his chair closer to yours.
“No, Y/N! I wasn’t- I mean-” something switched on him and his tone became low and angered again,
“You really think I’m that type of guy, huh?”
“I know you are! You, Justin, Bryce, Zach, your whole damn group is the same. I see you around De La Cruz, I know what you’re like.” You took a breather, but not leaving long enough for Monty to butt in. You turned toward him, your knees were touching.
“If you’re not like that then what the hell happened with Stephanie Parker? She broke her own heart?” You laughed bitterly.
“No you’re getting this all wrong. Maybe…I’m not the best guy. I’ve made a hell of a load of mistakes. But I’m genuine. I’m honest. I tell people what they’re getting into - Stephanie was fully aware of what was happening, she just didn’t realised how much it would affect her.” He was less angry, more pleading.
“I don’t know why it matters to you, anyway. What I think of you. You can get any girl to believe your sweet nothings, why are you bothering with me.” Your face was close to his. He chuckled, revealing an unfathomable smile. It was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. Not to mention adorable. It could light up a whole football stadium.
“You’re really quite clueless, aren’t you L/N?” He drew a light circle on your knee.
Your eyebrows remained furrowed.
“The truth is. I’ve always thought you were very intriguing. Pretty. Smart. And you always helped me out in chemistry.” He was drawing a variety of shapes, now.
“I didn’t realise you paid that much attention.” You scoffed, but the sass from your voice had somewhat left. He bit his lip. He leaned in slowly. He smiled, before softly placing his lips on your own. You had no intention of pushing him away. You’d decided- if this be all you get of Montgomery De La Cruz, then let it be. The kiss was slow, and passionate. You tangled your fingers up into his hair and he chuckled slightly at the sensation. His hands began cupping your face, before moving to your legs and pulling your chair towards him, so that your legs were around him, and finally placing his hands on your waist. He tasted like sweet kiwi, an unexpected flavour.
After exploring each other for what felt like hours, you spilt.
“So,” Monty breathed. “Let me take you out tonight?” He grinned, his hands still around your waist. You scoffed.
“How about tomorrow? I’ve got to make you wait at least a little.” You giggled, smoothing your thumb pad over his cheek.
“I’d expect nothing less of you, Y/N L/N.”