2p!Poland x reader- That's, uhm, cool. (part 1)

You were leaning against lockers as your friend Nancy was searching hers for a book and Tyler, your male friend, was going on about what outfit he should wear to the next party that he "foresaw" was coming.

"Alright. Alright. What if I wear my pink sweater that goes off my shoulders, jean skirt, and white leggings? No! Wait! White skirt, pink leggings, and white flats! Boom! Wait! Screw the leggings; show more skin!"

"You're putting too much thought into something that you dreamed about last night. I don't think anybody's having a party. Especially not Ravis after Nancy totally trashed the house last week," you noted.

"I still don't remember half of that," Nancy mentioned. "That party was fucking awesome!"

"I'm sure he's hella over that! The Braginski brothers are having another party! I know it, (name)! I dreamed that shit!"

"When was the last time your dreams have ever told you anything even remotely true or ever saw into the future, Tyler? Really?"

"I-it has to be true! That party was really awesome in my head!" he whined.

"I'm gonna go ahead and just rest my case here."

"Oh, hey, Toris!" Nancy shouted.

Up ahead, the brunette boy was making his way down the halls smiling and waving to people as he went along. He was very popular, since he was so helpful and friendly. He talked to everyone, and everyone talked to him. You didn't like him though. You felt he was too nice. No one could be that nice. You felt he was fake and fooling everybody. He was mean at heart, and you knew it.

"Hello, Nancy," he greeted her back.

"Toris! Sweetie!" Tyler ran over and cuddled his arm.

He just smiled gently, "Hey, Tyler."

"So, uhm, I was wondering when you and your brothers were going to have another one of those kickass parties. You know?"

"I don't. Sorry. When I do though, I'll make sure to tell you about it first."

"Oh, Tori! Have I ever told you how much I love you like a best friend? That makes you special, you know. I don't have friends who are boys."

"I'm glad I could be your first then."

Tyler let go of his arm to hug him, "Oh, my god! I wish I liked nice boys. We would have been so cute!"

"I'm sure."

"Tyler. My goodness. Put it back in your pants and have some class, will you?" you proclaimed with your arms folded. You glared over to the boy, "Toris."

He seemed to have returned your glaring. "(name)," but caught himself. "How are you?"

"Eh," you shrugged and rolled your eyes.

"Come on, (name). Don't be mean," Nancy advised.

"I can be mean to however the hell I want to be mean to."

"Did I do something to offend you?" he questioned sounding completely sincere and wholehearted.

"Fuck outta my face."

"(name)!" your friends exclaimed.

Toris happily ruffled Tyler's head before stating, "Well, I'll see you guys later." Then he left.

"(name), you have to be nicer to Toris."

"Yeah. Why don't you like him?"

"He's an asshole, that's why!" Both of your friends smacked their teeth. "He is! Dyah confirmed it for me!"

"Dyah also confirmed that the United States secretly sent a nuclear bomb to Pluto because they were a threat," Nancy brought up.

"She was just my confirmation to something I already knew. There's no way he's really that great."


Toris went off to his locker in a bad mood after having to see you so early in the morning. You didn't like him and tried to push his buttons, which made him mad. He couldn't express that, however, which got on his nerves even more. Needless to say, he hated you very much. The fact that he couldn't get you to like him really pissed him off. Everybody liked him. Everybody told him everything about themselves. That's how he got people to do what he wanted. You were one of the only people he had nothing on.

After entering in the combination, he swung the locker open. While he was shoving things around, someone nearby nuzzled his neck. A chill went up his back before he leaned over and pushed a book into the persons face. He grumbled, "The hell do you want, Feliks?"

"What's the matter? You usually don't get this jumpy until I bite you."

"Fuck off, please. You happen to be the second annoyance of my day."

"Aww. Who's trying to replace me?"

"I ran into (name) earlier."

"(name)? Oh, I wouldn't mind sticking a knife up her ass."

Toris glared down in the general direction he just came from. "She's a bitch."

"If she's a bitch to you, then that's a plus. On top of that, she has nice fingers...God, I like the shape of her fingers. Makes me want to cut them off and scoop peanut butter out of jars with them."

"This is why no one even wants to be closer than five feet to you, and why I don't claim you in public."

"You saying you claim me in private?"

He shut his locker. "Step the fuck away from me before people notice I'm actually responding back to you."

"I'll be at your house later. Don't worry. You won't know I'm there...Unless you start searching around and stuff, but like, don't do that. I kind of hid some stuff in your house and it's better if you don't find them."


In first period, you sat at you desk lazily flipping through pages of a book that was unrelated to the class. The teacher wasn't in yet, so students were sitting on tables, laughing and talking out loud and freely. Soon the noise stopped. You assumed the teacher walked in so you looked up from your book. There was no adult in the room though. It was only Feliks. Whenever Feliks entered a room, conversations ceased and whispering emerged.

As far as you could tell, Feliks had no friends and no one seemed to be willing to talk to him. You had to admit; you never did attempt to talk to him either. You weren't even sure what his voice sounded like. You felt a bit bad about that. You thought everyone deserved at least one friend, at least one person to talk to. There were so many mean things circulating around the school about him. You didn't believe them or anything, but they did make him out to be a really scary person.

Though you never had a conversation with him, you always wanted to. You never had an excuse to talk to him though. You were in two classes with him, but he'd only show up on occasion. You thought of offering him your notes to copy, but whenever he was in class, you'd always chicken out.

Feliks took his seat in the back corner of the class. You peaked over at him while he was sitting his book bag on the ground.

A girl pushed one of her friends towards him. The girl yelped before hurrying back. "D-don't do that! He might try and eat me or something!" Her friends started to laugh.

Feliks loudly slammed the lead portion of his pencil onto the table. Silence developed. Feliks glanced over to the group, keeping his blank yet tired looking expression. They all took a few steps back. He groaned a bit before shoving his pencil in his mouth and chewing on it.

Ok, so maybe he was a little scary, but what could you expect when everyone talks about him like they do. You were kind of scared, but you were determined to talk to him, and you were going to do it today. Right after class, you were going to walk right up to him and talk to him. You were really going to do it this time.

After class, while you were collecting your things, you made sure to pull out yesterday's notes and carry them with you on top of your schoolbook. You looked over to Feliks. He was leaving the room. You held onto your book tightly before speeding off to the door. Outside of the room, you nervously uttered, "W-wait! U-uhm," you walked a bit closer to him and reached out.

When you looked up he was facing you. This was the closest you've ever been to him. He looked far paler closer up. His green eyes were so dull, and were accompanied by deep dark circles and bags that implied countless nights with no sleep.

You took in a deep breath and extended your arm. "U-uh. H-hi! You're Feliks, right?" he didn't answer you back. You tried to just laugh it off. "Well, I'll just say I'm right then. Uhm...I-I'm (na-"

"Can I have some of your hair?" he asked.

You blinked a few times, not really understanding the question. "...My hair?"

"Yeah...I like your hair."

You shyly looked down. "R-really? Thanks. Uhm...B-but what would you do with it?"

"I'm making a doll and I want it to have your hair."

"You're making a doll? Aww. What are you making it out of?"

"I plead the fifth."

"Huh?"

"I've learned that it's better if I don't tell people that."

You giggled a little, "Alright."

"You're (name)."

"Hm? Oh. Yeah."

"I knew that."

"Oh...Ok, then. Uhm...," you looked down into your arms then slapped your hand on top of the papers. "Notes!...Uh...Yesterday's notes. If you wanted to copy them down...I have them right here. You weren't in class, so...I just t-"

He took one of the papers that were on top of the book and sniffed it, then turned it back and forth. "You wrote these notes?"

"Uh...Yeah?"

"...It smells like your handwriting."

"U-uhm!"

"I want to keep this. Can I keep it?"

"Uh...I guess. I mean, I k-"

"Thanks," he walked off, still flipping the paper around.

You stood there for a few more moments. You weren't too sure what to make of what just happened. The important thing is that you talked to him though. That was the first time you heard his voice, even if what he said made little sense and was kind of weird. His low pitched voice and Polish accent only differed a little from how you imagined. He sounded matter-of-factly with his words. Like everything he spoke was truth and exactly what he believed. You weren't quite sure what to think of him yet, but you knew you wanted to talk to him again.


Feliks went off to Toris' locker where he liked to hang out in between classes and mess with him. He pets his head when he's close enough behind him. Toris flinched before slapping his hand away from him.

"Damn it! I swear, you're worse that Ravis."

"I don't like being compared to Ravis. None of my advances towards you are sexual. They're casual."

"Don't you have like fucking bunny families to massacre or something?"

"Look," Feliks held up the notes you gave him. "(name) gave me a present."

"Feliks. These are class no- Whoa! Wait a minute!" He took the paper from him. "Somebody actually gave you something?! Or did you steal it out of their locker?"

"The only locker I go into is yours."

"Two reasons why I don't believe you. First off, this is only one page of multiple. Next, I've seen you trying to enter combinations into other lockers."

"I just like turning the little dial thing. I like watching it go around and all the numbers go from big numbers to small numbers then big numbers again."

"Why do you only have one page?"

"Oh, uh. That's the page I took while she was talking to me. She was talking about the notes she had, so I took them. She said I could have them."

"So, she just started talking to you?"

"Yeah."

"That bitch! Why the hell would she talk to you and not me? Everyone fucking talks to me!"

Feliks shrugged, "She probably doesn't like you."

"Everybody...likes me."

"Maybe she found out that you're actually a persuasive, two-faced, deceptive son of a bitch. Like Dyah."

"Dyah's a fucking cunt. Don't talk to me about her."

"I think she's cool."

"If you think I'm so damn evil, why do you keep talking to me?"

"You're fun to watch and listen to. Anyway. I'm going to get the rest of my gift from (name). I'll see you later."