❤ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❤ (ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜: 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

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Y/N = your name
L/N = your last name
N/N = nickname

TW: mention of murder, police

General notes: this probably should've been mentioned in the description of the story but the reader is fem, depending on how well this story is recieved i might release a gender neutral or masc version of it once it's fully finished.

word count: lots of words

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The school bell rings and our small group disperses. I start heading to my next class. It's only third period and I'm already for the day to be over. Come to think of it I'm ready for the rest of the year to be over.

I tense up, turning around to the sound of hurried footsteps. It's Randy, awkwardly shuffling towards me. He looks up at me and grins goofily. I exhale, relaxing slightly. It's just Randy.

"Y/N! Wait up!" He calls after me. I stop and wait for him to catch up to me. "We have Chemistry right?"

"Personally, I don't think we have that deep of a connection right now." I joke. He doesn't get the joke, looking at me confusedly. I roll my eyes at his stupidity. "Yeah, we have Chemistry. It's in the building over here."

"It's kinda funny we both got put in the same Chemistery class." Randy babbles. "It's almost like fate."

"Wow, really. You know what, Randy, maybe this is a sign from god." I say sarcastically. "Will you go out with me next Friday?"

"Aw, jeez, Y/N. I'm sorry you're a nice girl and all," He jokes. "but I'm just way out of your league."

"Damn, I was gonna give you my precious virginity." I quip.

"Wait, actually?" He asks, once again missing the joke.

"Like I still have my virginity, idiot. C'mon we're gonna be late for class." I say grabbing his wrist loosely and dragging him into the classroom.

We sit down at one of the cold metal lab benches up the back so we can fuck around and not pay attention. I let go of Randy's wrist and plop down my textbook unceremoniously on the bench.

Randy keeps mumbling away about some new Jamie Lee Curtis flick or some old Jamie Lee Curtis flick or just Jamie Lee Curtis in general. I can't really discypher his words over the chatter of the class and the teacher's own ramblings.

I try to concentrate, to focus. Not even on what the teacher was saying or whatever Randy was on about. Just something. Something other than Stu and how cute his laugh was. How cute his face was. How cute his everything was.

Randy snaps his fingers to get my attention but I swat him away. Instead I focus my attentions to the front of the class. Not on the teacher but on the clock.

I watched the hands tick-tick-ticking away. With no fucking clue what the time actually was of course. It was comforting to know that time was passing me by. Even though it felt more like it was leaving me behind.

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"Y/N!" Randy yells in my face, waking me up from my trance-like state.

"What?!" I snap irritably.

"It's your turn." He says.