(Y/N)'s POV.
"Otis hurry up!" I berated him. "We don't want to be late."
I could hear Otis continuously muttering 3B under his breath. He was scanning the hallway as we ran past the classrooms, desperately searching for our room. We both turned the corner, and I ran right into the one and only Maeve Wiley. Her stuff goes everywhere and she ended up falling over, whereas I just kind of stumbled back.
"Are you a complete moron?" Maeve angrily asks.
"That's rhetorical, isn't it?" I asked, albeit very cautiously.
"Of course it is, wankstain." Maeve growled at me.
I didn't want to offend her again, so I simply offered my hand to help her up. But she ignored it. Pretty boy Jackson strode over with a walk of purpose.
"You guys obviously didn't get the running memo this morning, did you?" He jokingly asked as he walked over.
I rolled my eyes at this. Seemed to me like he was using his position to be an arsehole to students. Otis was about to answer Jackson when Maeve spoke out.
"It was my fault." This caused me and Otis to share a confused glance, before she addressed the two of us. "Fuck off snowflakes."
Not wanting to push our luck, we turned tail and ran away from her. Thankfully me and Otis managed to make it to English class on time. Me and him both sat at the back of the class.
"This year's first assignment will be on 'As You Like It'..." Miss Sands began, before being interrupted by the door opening to reveal Adam Groff behind it, as he walked into class. "Nice of you to join us Adam."
Adam walked towards the back with us and sat next to Otis.
"You'll be doing presentations on Shakespeare's relationship with love and disguise." Miss Sands continued. "Whoever you're sitting next to is your partner."
Otis looked at Adam with horror. I was lucky enough to be alone, thanks to an odd number of students. After class, Otis worked up the courage to talk to Adam, while I stood off to the side at a respectable distance. However, Miss Sands walked over to me.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay with doing this project alone?" She asked. "I could see about putting you in a group of three."
"I appreciate the offer, but I'm alright." I politely declined. "The only person I'd be alright with being in a group with is Otis. But his partner is a bit of a prick. So thanks, but no thanks."
"You know, I'm supposed to reprimand you for such language, but you aren't wrong." She somewhat sternly told me off. "So try not to use it around me again."
"Will do." I mock saluted, moving towards a frozen Otis. "You alright mate?"
"Adam's going to be coming over tonight." He said barely above a whisper.
"ARE YOU TAKING THE FUCKING PISS?" I yelled out, getting a slap to the back of the head by the book Miss Sands was holding.
After the bell rings, me, Eric, and Otis were slumped against a wall watching Adam and his merry band of baboons were messing around.
"You told him where you live?" Eric asked in disbelief.
"He asked me!" Otis weakly defended.
"Dude, your mum has a lot of weird sex-shit in your house. I'm cool with it... obviously... but I'm more emotionally mature than our peers. However, if THAT GUY," At this he gestured towards Adam. "Sees your mum walking around naked, he will destroy your life!"
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Different (Male Reader x Maeve Wiley)
Storie d'amore(Y/N) (L/N) had been friends with Otis Milburn and Eric Effiong since they were children. But when Otis begins a sex clinic with the schools resident 'slut', (Y/N) and Eric finds themselves losing what they once had with their best friend. So what h...
