They Say I'm Evil |Jay x Reader|

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐏 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

𝙎𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃. He was standing in front of the school in the same spot where he first laid eyes on her and her friends. He remembered being unsure about them, but he trusted Ben and what the boy was fighting for. He never, ever, thought he was going to get attached to one of them within four days and it was astounding to him. The weather didn't suck for this poor day, which he wasn't complaining about. It was your typical spring day as it slowly transferred into summer.

Nakoa already had his things shipped off to his new school yesterday during the tourney game; the only thing that he carried on him was his school bag, which contained some items that'll keep him entertained on the plane ride to his destination. His grip tightened on his strap as his eyes continued scanning the courtyard, looking for someone. His parents and Genie were standing in front of him and he knew that Ben wasn't going to be able to make it because he asked Mal on a date a few minutes after the tourney match. The older boy found it strange. Nakoa knew that Ben had some form of interest in the purple-haired girl, but to go as far as to confess that you loved someone after three days was concerning, to say the least.

It doesn't matter, now. What's done is done and he was happy that Ben finally found someone that wasn't Audrey... he wasn't sure how much longer he would've been able to put up with the brunette. He couldn't understand how someone could base their whole personality around their mother and her sleeping schedule. At least the whole kingdom knew for a fact that Audrey was, indeed, Sleeping Beauty's daughter.

His eyes scanned the courtyard, once more, before sighing when he still couldn't find her. He could've sworn he told her the right location and time. Maybe she sleeping in or something? He didn't want to say leave without saying one last goodbye. He didn't have the chance to at the tourney game after everything got so hectic and they celebrated their win.

"Son, you should really be leaving, now. You'll miss your flight if you don't." Shang pulled his sleeve up as he looked down at the watch on his wrist.

Nakoa pressed his lips together as he ran his hand through his hair, messing it up, again. "Just a few more minutes. She promised that she'd show up."

Shang looked at his wife for help, but the woman stayed silent. She knew who her eldest child was looking for and even if she was hesitant about his choice, she knew that Nakoa was old enough to make his own choices and judgements, now. Nonetheless, that wasn't the only reason why Mulan didn't agree with Shang. She was being selfish; she wasn't ready to say goodbye to Nakoa just yet. So, if it meant that waiting for Y/N would give her extra time with her son, then so be it.

...

A loud, obnoxious, groan left Y/N's lips as she lay on her back in her bed. Her arm covered her eyes and her stomach rested gently across her stomach. Her math binder was lying open next to her with her homework discarded across the blanket, long forgotten. Her six-hundred-page math book was somewhere in the room. Mal had the genius idea of talking back to their teacher during one of their lessons on the second day and, now, she and Carlos were paying the price by having to do extra homework with Mal because they were all from the Isle.

For a free kingdom, the level of equality is immaculate, Y/N thought to herself as she pushed herself off of her bed and grabbed what she needed to continue her homework. She found her pencil—that was thrown across the room in a fit of rage when she couldn't figure out a question—and made her way back to her bed.

The old hag—whom she had the pleasantry of calling a teacher—had assigned them over ten pages that needed to be completed by tomorrow's lesson. Some of the questions weren't difficult, but that wasn't the problem. She had bigger things on her mind, at the moment. However, page three hundred and ninety-four was definitely getting on her last nerve. She never understood the point of questions being the length of a paragraph with only a quarter of it being important information you needed.