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You wake up on a creaky mattress drenched in sweat.
‘Fuck... I had that dream again.’ You think to yourself.
It’s been weeks of the same thing, a dream of a gangly pale man with a suit and tenacles. Despite only hearing static you feel like you can understand it in bits in pieces like a radio cutting in and out in a dead zone. He wants something from you but what...
Before you can continue my thought process, a large banging echoed through the hall.
“[READER!]” Your mom yelled. “Get down THIS INSTANT!!!! You’re going to be late to school, and you haven’t even made us BREAKFAST YET!!!”
Ugh... can’t a girl/boy/nonbinary ever get some free time...? Why does she always have to yell...!?!?
Reluctantly, you glanced off to your side.
Oh. SHIT. You were late for school.
You jump out of bed, before tripping over your own legs. Clothing littered all over the floor, each with their own unique stains and smells.
Your legs have been sore since yesterday when your mom beat you with a lampshade for not washing all the dishes. She called you a “dirty loser with no job who couldn’t even count to six or seven.” (a/n my mom told me this one time but we gud)
You scramble into your chosen outfit for the day, making sure it pasts the sniff test before putting it on. You decide on a pair of baggy black jeans and a t-shirt—long sleeved of course to hide all your bruises from your mom who beats you for being a “jobless loser”. Tch... As if she knows anything other than being a suck up to your father.
Your fit isn’t preppy or cool like the other kids... but when have you ever been like them. (a/n [reader] is 4’6 btw)
You’ve always been a social outcast. Called weird for using native deodorant and hiding in the teachers' stall to change or eat lunch. As if that's a bad thing!!! They’re all just jealous of my aura.
Whatever, you thought. You have to hurry up or else its another beating from that bitch who claims to be your mom... ://// (a/n I HATE THAT WOMANNNNN omg she has the AUDACITY to hurt our cute y/n ;-; fuck uuuu)
As you put on two mismatch converse with rainbow kandi beads on the strings, you rush past the woman before she beats you.
You forgot to put socks on. He can smell your cheesy toes.
‘Just my luck...’ You think before rushing out the door.
*******~~~~~AT THE SCHOOL~~~~~*******
As soon as I arrive on campus, the other kids stare at me in disgust whispering amongst themselves.
Brad walks up, shoving my shoulder. “Took you long enough to get here from LOSER TOWN.” Brad says, smirking like a smirking person.
“...” You didn’t say anything, just kept walking. You could feel the sole of your shoes coming apart, but that was a problem for another day.
“Do you really think you can ignore me? My dad is the principal. I’ll report you for being late, NERD.” (a/n ughhh i hate spoiled brats like him... dw hell get what's coming to him Hehe!!!!)
“Fuck! Just go away already. I don’t have time to talk to you right now. I have to get to Calc seven. Don’t you have recess to tend to?” (a/n Calc is short for calculus btw”
You kept walking, but he kept pestering you.
“You think you’re better than me because I failed twice, don’t you [reader]!? Well, think TWICE before you run around this campus again!” He yelled angrily. (a/n oooo someones mad! wonder why... huhuhu)
“If it weren’t for your father, you wouldn’t even be graduating this year!!! Go b”
Brad's friends giggled. Whether it was at you or him, you didn’t care. You were just glad to snap back this time.
Today really wasn’t your day.
*******~~~~~BRAD POV~~~~~*******
I watch [reader] walk away and feel a slight flutter in my heart.
NO! T-t-t-this can’t happen; I can’t have a crush on [reader]... no, not them! Anyone but them! What would dad do if he found out!?!?! What my friends would think...? It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except for them.