Estella x reader (Cruella 2021 fanfic)

(not so) humble beginnings

You step out of your father's car, quickly fixing your blazer. He calls to you to have a nice day and leaves. You stretch and yawn, noticing that you have about half an hour before school actually started.
And then she comes out, a girl who catches the attention of everyone nearby, for better or worse. She has split hair, half deep black and half bleach white, fluffed up into a wide bob cut. She casually walks up to the school, slamming the doors open. You get up and quickly follow, wanting to know more about her. You slowly make your way through the sea of kids to her. She's leaning on a bannister in a mostly clear part of the hall, flipping through papers. You stand in front of her  and get try to get her attention.

"Hey my name is y/n. You?"
She looks up. "Oh hello I'm Estella, could you help? I'm lost."
"Oh yeah of course, what class?"
"ELA, I've yet to find the room number." She says, cleaning up the papers. 
"Oh joy! That's my class too, come on." You say taking her hand. She ends up sitting in the back of room, and you hear kids quietly jeering her. The teacher leaves the room for a moment and you turn around in your chair.
"Whats wrong with you bunch? What'd she ever do to you?"
" Eh what is it y/n? And why do you want anything to do with her?" A girl says pointing at Estella. The teacher returns and quiets everyone down.

You meet back up with Estella again after class. She plays with her jacket for a moment before completely flipping it inside out. The inner silk lining of the jacket was absolutely covered in graffiti styled writings and doodles. The rainbow of scribbles caught the attention of other students.
"Wow that's  so cool! You did it, right?" You say. She nods, laughing quietly.
"Of course, what school would sell something this good?" You point at the small moth pin on your lapel.
"I do that stuff too, although.. not to that extent."

You sit next to her and Anita, a girl you had often sat with, both being wall flowers the two of you grouped naturally. Estella, Esse, casually played with her food as she spoke. "So uhh, are people usually this mean or what?" Almost as if on cue a spoonful of beans landed on the table. And someone yells and laughs. A fruit comes flying over and somehow Esse catches it. She wipes it off and takes a bite of it.
"Are you sure you want to do that? You know people are gross and all that." You say, concerned. Estella shrugs and finishes it, wiping her face. Some of the marker of her sleeve smears on her face. A hand lands of Estella's shoulder and you all look up. Its the principal, he looks annoyed to say the least. He drags Esse of to his office saying something about the dress code.
You and Anita look at each other for a moment.
"I suppose it was only a matter of time before he noticed that." Anita says, breaking the silence. You nod. "So how did you meet her?" Anita asks.
"At first hour, you?"
"Gym, she's surprisingly good with reaction time."

You step outside the building, happy the day is over. Only to run into Esse crawling out of a dumpster, you run over to her and help her. Getting a scrappy dog jumping on your knees. You pat the dog and question Estella, she says that some kids tried to fight her- and somewhat won. You follow and sort of guard her on the way back to the front schoolyard being split at pick up.

--After school--

You plop on your bed and scream into the pillow. What is this feeling? Its nice but odd. That girl, Estella, she sticks in your head. And then you realize, you have a crush. A crush on Estella, you blush and hum happily. You're broken from your day dream by rain heavily falling against the window. You wander other to the glass, sitting down on the chair in front of it. The falling rain is peaceful and calming. So you fall into a mood, you start sketching. Some clothing designs and little doodles. You eventually notice a pattern, heavy scribbles and black and white. You focus again, coming up with an idea something more formal for Esse, with inspiration from the greaser movement mixed with 1930's silhouette.

You step out of your room and sit next to your brother. He looks over, inattentively. "You seem jumpy, what's up?"
"Huh? oh nothing, nothing at all." You say and sigh, knowing the nagging that was about to come.
"Oh? Really nothing? Ok I'm not going beat around the bush." He says stretching. "Who is it?"
"What? No it's not like that." You say defensively.
"Come oon it can't be that bad who is it? I won't tell if you do." He teased.
"I just don't want to say, it's weird." You  pause. "Wait no- no crush stop doing that you cretin!" You yell at him. He snacked you with a pillow, laughing.
"No crush? you're so painfully obvious!"

Freq (shadow) here!

Heyo if you found found this, seems you've wonder into the same mess I have! And so I shall provide, this is a decently quickly written and i'm sort of awkward about writing sometimes so sorry if it's clunky or slow. -criticism is heavily wanted, but please only constructive things!