odd encounter || q x reader ||

01

y/n sat at the back of a public bus, her hands wrapped tightly around her phone and her tote bag strap. today would be her first day of college as a freshman.

the bus was packed and noisy. she couldn't help but plug in her earphones to try to block the sound out.

her eyes glanced outside the window. in her heard y/n kept making up scenarios of how her first day would go.

"college means parties, alcohol, books and sex..." she quietly thought to herself. maybe she was being a bit dramatic.

then finally the bus came to halt. y/n's stomach dropped as she realized this was her stop.

"holy fucking shit im here...? no. no. no. no." she screamed in her head as she made her way out the bus, squeezing around people.

-

y/n stood before the large gates of her new school. she took a moment to take it all in, she couldn't help but smile to herself. she had made it to her dream college after all.

past the entrance were 4 tables, each table had a long line of what she assumed were freshmen.

today the new class of freshmen would get to walk around the school in separate groups led by older students.

then they would attend a inauguration before going to their designated dorms.

y/n's stomach once again sank. the thought of having to talk to people wasn't sitting right with her stomach.

-

finally after what seemed like forever she had found her group leader. the other freshmen in her group seemed to have made friends with one another, this put y/n in an awkward situation.

she stood awkwardly by herself. y/n then remembered she could pretend to be busy on her phone in order to waste time.

she reached in her tote bag and pulled her phone out. to her surprise she had received a message on twitter from an unknown account.

7:19
hey are You still selling that cat sweater?

8:04
yeah, ill give it to you 4 ten bucks?

y/n had been trying to get rid of this ugly cat sweater her grandma had bought her.

she smiled at the thought of finally selling that old rag.

"would you fancy writing your name down on this paper?" someone spoke with a fancy british accent.

y/n jumped at the sudden voice. she looked up, a tall boy with fluffy brown hair stood infront of her holding a notebook out.

she noticed his eyes had terrible bags under them.

"wow, is this what i'll turn into? a loser with bags under their eyes...?" y/n thought to herself.

"excuse me?" he spoke once again, pointing to a sheet of paper with a pen.

"oh yeah, for sure" y/n quickly wrote her name down on an empty slot.

"you know, you look kind of stupid standing there with no friends," the tall british boy teased. "i had to come talk to you. being a lonely freshmen is hard, no?" he went on.

y/n laughed a bit. "yeah its hard, but it must be harder carrying those bags under your eyes around?" she didn't hold back.

maybe it was the lack of social interactions she had that made her so aggressive sometimes.

the british boy burst into laughter. "yeah it is hard actually!" he smiled big at her.

"by the way my name is wilbur," his hand reached out to her.

y/n fist bumped his palm. "im y/n, nice to meet you wilbur" she smiled big.

end of chapter

authors note: im sorry this is so cringe </3