My Problematic Girl-Chapter 2
Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader
Prologue: Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery.
But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.
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She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma.
She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”
Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured,
“Woof.”
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Three days later
Steve was always the first person to arrive at the class. But today, his record was broken because Y/N was the first to arrive. She's faster because Tony drops her in his sports car.
Perhaps she came early, hoping no one would notice their relationship. But they failed because Steve saw them.
He hid and waited outside until Y/N entered the classroom. When he stepped in, he felt nervous because she was staring at him. He gathered his courage to say, "Good morning, Y/N!"
He almost screamed; why the heck did he greet her like that? Maybe because it's the first time in his uni years to greet his classmates.
"Morning."
Short reply.
But it's an improvement.
For a few days, Steve noticed Y/N never listened to the lecturer, ignored other invitations, and played games on her tablet.
And she constantly smokes. She offered him one time, but he said no because he doesn't smoke because he has asthma.
One thing he has learned is that she has no art skills. She had no idea when he mentioned figure drawing or dynamic shapes.
Sometimes she likes to see his sketchbook and his previous artwork. But Steve is always nervous when she looks at his art because he's afraid if she ever reads his art from that damn website.
Steve went to his chair and opened his bag. He opened the document bag to grab the drawing she requested.
He handed the drawing to her. "I used the source from the photo to draw her looking like 40 years old. The size is A4, and I made another with a photo size for your wallet."
Steve noticed in between classes, sometimes Y/N would open her wallet to see the photo. He asked her yesterday who the person was.
"My mother."
She looked intimidating but became a softie when she mentioned her mother.
Y/N took the paper to see it closely. Her fingers caress the picture; she is quiet and mesmerised. Steve sees this as complimenting how she " aww" with his works.
She looked at him. "She's beautiful, just like I imagine. Thank you."
Steve felt his cheeks getting warm. Is he blushing?
"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it."
Y/N pulled something from her bag that looked like a white envelope. "This is the rest of the payment."
Steve almost jolted his eyes, looking at how thick the envelope was. His fingers trembled when he touched it.
When he counted it, the amount was around $3,000.
He gasped, "Y/N, I couldn't accept this."
She ignored him and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket. "With the quality of your work, it's worth it. I'm going for a smoke before the class starts."
She waved without looking at him and left the class; she also brought the drawing with her.
Steve still looks at her back, holding the money envelope to his chest. From all the part-time and side jobs he took, he never got this amount of money in such a short time.
He doesn't even care if Y/N is a troublemaker; in Steve's mind, she's different from other rich kids.
In his senior year, maybe he could have one friend.
During the class.
Everyone is painting like usual; the lecturer doesn't give any assignments because the last semester is approaching.
They let the student gather ideas to finish their last assignment on time.
Steve also focused on his art. While he painted, something splashed on his canvas.
Red paint.
He was sure he didn't use any red colour.
He turned around and saw three male students he never conversed with standing behind him.
"So, you're friends with Y/N? How does it feel?" Luke, one of them, is mocking Steve.
He looked at Y/N's chair; she still didn't return from her smoke break.
"I said this to you as an advice. You shouldn't get close to Y/N. Because you're an eyesore."
"She's not supposed to hang out with you. She will eventually realise it's a mistake knowing you."
Ah, they're mad because Y/N doesn't want to join their circle, and she also ignores them. So they vent their anger through Steve.
Steve clenched his fist. They want to make him feel bad by saying he's a weirdo compared to Y/N.
But…
What they said is true; he's just nobody.
But can he be selfish this one time? Deep down, he wants to be friends with her.
"That was a rude thing to say."
Steve lifted his head because he heard Y/N's voice.
Then he heard Luke scream, "ARRGHH!!!" and the sound of someone falling surrounded the room.
Even Steve almost jumped from his chair. Did he just see Y/N kick Luke to the floor?!!
"Ouch, I'm going to sue you." Luke pointed his finger at Y/N.
Everyone became silent because they knew Luke's father was a famous CEO.
"No, I'm the one who is going to sue you."
Steve gulped; it's scary how rich people fight. They will get their lawyer to enter their battle.
Luke looks at Y/N with disbelief. "I'm the one who got hurt. You kicked me."
Y/N leaned down, looked at Steve's canvas, and turned to Luke again. "You have destroyed someone else's property, and you try to defame my name."
She pointed the brush at Luke's hand.
"The only person in the class who uses bright red paint today is you. And I felt hurt by the way you mentioned my name to Steve. I see this as self-defence."
She leaned closer to Luke's ear. "Go back to your seat, or tomorrow there will be news of you high on drugs with the senator's son."
Luke's breath hitched and trembled. How did she know this secret?
Y/N fixed his shirt, and she said this as if nothing happened. "I'm sorry I kicked your hips; send me the hospital bills."
Luke immediately stood up and bowed down at her. If his drug problem gets known, his father's business and the senator will be ruined.
"Sorry, it will never happen again." Then he turned to Steve, "I'm sorry I ruined your painting."
Steve wanted to speak, but Luke and his friends left the classroom.
He looked at Y/N with awed eyes. Except for Bucky, nobody ever defended him in this university.
"Thank you, Y/N."
Y/N raised her shoulder. "It's nothing."
After the class, other students left the classroom quicker than usual. It seems like they are afraid of Y/N.
He walks with her from the class to the park; Steve wants to ask a favour from her, "Ehm, Y/N can I ask for your help?"
Y/N didn't glance at him; she was still playing with her phone. "Just say it."
Steve gripped his bag tighter and cleared his throat. "Uhm, so for the final assignment, every student has to make an exhibition for their artwork. But I don't have any money to rent a studio. I know it's too much to ask, but do you want to be my sponsor?"
He continued, "I won't do it for free. I will do all your assignments."
"No."
That was a cold rejection. He was prepared, but to hear those words still hurt. He faces down and holds his tears. "Uhm, I see. It's okay. Sorry to bother you, Y/N."
He stepped back, preparing to run away, but then he heard, "When I said no, it is about you doing my assignment. You don't have to do that."
‘Is she going to say yes?’ Steve hoped so.
"But, how are you going to graduate with nothing?"
Y/N chuckled. "I don't need to worry about that since I already have a bachelor's degree. I'm here because of punishment."
"Wha,-"
'She has a bachelor's degree?"
She immediately cut his curiosity and lit a new cigarette. "I will be your sponsor."
Steve gasped, his hand covering his opened mouth. His eyes are getting blurred because he wants to cry. Finally, his prayer answered, "Thank you, Y/N; I will remember this my whole life."
Y/N inhaled and exhaled the smoke from her mouth. She tilted her head a little."It's nothing because I like your work, VioletDust18."
"What?" His celebration stopped. Steve's body felt numb. It felt like someone put a shackle on his foot that made him couldn't run.
Nobody in the real world calls him with that ID, only in emails from people who ordered his art.
Y/N smiled at him and said, "I look forward to our cooperation Steve Rogers, or should I say VioletDust18?"
Oh God, she said that name again.
Steve felt scared; what kind of person had he just made a deal with?
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