Masky X Male Reader X Hoodie

Chapter 1

{Quick warning, this is very terrible, I have not written anything like this. And honestly I don't know if I will even publish this.}

Y/n L/n was a normal boy. In school, he was quite popular. Normally hanging around people that weren't that popular, and got bullied. He was just a nice kid, trying to keep the school peaceful. But— when he's not hanging out with the less popular kids, he's hanging out with the other popular kids. There little group had about ten people in it. Well— eleven if your count him. Out of everyone, he was only close to four of them. And those four had consisted of three boys and a girl. Their names are, Avery Moore, Hazel Young, Skylar King, Maverick Baker. But- outside of school, the nice guy personality is gone. Hes more of a trouble maker, than someone who keeps peace. He will do crimes. Such as, Arson, robbery, and maybe even murder.

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By the fourth ring, Y/n had slammed his hand down onto the alarm clock, making it go quiet. His eyes slowly opened and he looked over to his hand, that was still placed onto his alarm clock. Letting out a sigh, his hand retracted to his side and he sat up. He glanced towards his clock, which had read '8:04'. His eyes widen and he quickly threw his sheets off of him and got out of bed. "Shit.. Shit! I'm lateeee!" He said as he rushed over to his dresser, quickly opening it. He grabbed a random shirt, jeans, and socks. He threw them on and looked around, his room, his eyes landing on his messy desk that had held his work from the previous night. He grabbed them, not really caring it they would rip, he stuffed them into his bag. The moment his slung the bag over his shoulder, he booked it out of this room and downstairs.

"Fuckkkk!" He yelled out, getting a few weird looks from some people who were just walking around and going on with their days. He stopped for a second, patting his pockets down for his phone, after a second he realized his left it in his room and was debating if he should run back in. "No time!" He said as he threw his arms up dramatically, and then started to run. He was mostly focused on getting to school, and hoping not to be late. He was, too focused, way to focused. He didn't notice a group of three, standing on the sidewalk, talking among theirselves. That was until he ran into the back of one of them, causing the person to jolt forwards. Y/n on the other end had got pushed back and landed in his butt. He glanced up at the three who were looking at him annoyed. "Oh— uh! Sorry! I'm just in a rush.. slept in.." He explained.

Standing up and dusting his self off. Feeling a stinging pain on his hands he glanced down at them, to notice they were scrapped and slightly bleeding. "A-Are y-yo-ou okay?" One of them asked, causing Y/n to look up. "Oh! Yeah.. Yeah! I'm fine." He said as he looked at the three, "do you have the time by chance? I forgot my phone.. and last I checked it was.. 8:04" he said as the one who he bumped into, glanced over at the one who hasn't spoken up yet. "Tim. Uh, what's the time?" He asked. This Tim sent a glare at the man and dug into his Jacket pocket, and pulled out his phone. "Uh— its, 8:21." He said looking over at Y/n and tucked his phone away. Y/n's eyes widen as he pushed through the three, "Thanks! And sorry! I would rather not have after school detention!" He yelled out to them.

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The three of them had glanced at each other for a few seconds before Tim spoke up for the second time. "Hey.. Twitchy, you go back to the cabin. Me and Brian will follow him." This caused him to glare at Tim. "Y-You kn-n-n-now my name is Toby, y-you dick-k-k wad." He said clenching his fist, about to swing at Tim. The third one, Brian, had grabbed Toby's wrist with a glare, "Cut it out, both of you! Your acting like fucking children." He said glancing between the two. "Or so help me, I will handcuff you two together again, don't test me." He threatened, causing the two to stop glaring at each other.

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10 minutes had passed and Y/n had finally arrived to the school. Glancing around, he walked into the building, and straight to the office to get things sorted out. He stepped out of the office a few moments later and sighed, he glanced down at the note in his hand and read it over. He then quickly headed towards his class, knowing damn well, the teachers going to bitch to him about being so late. And he was quiet stressed about, being late he just feels like he will snap at anyone, if they look at him wrong. He walked down the hall and to the 1st period class. Math. Mr. Heelshire. He grabbed the door handle and took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping in. The moment he stepped in, all eyes went on him, including the teacher who had a disappointed look on his face. "Your late, L/n." He said, in a annoyed tone.

He only glanced over at him, returning the annoyed look. "Note?" He reached his hand out, for Y/n to put it in his hand, getting even more annoyed at him. He walked over to his seat, that was placed by the window. He had chosen this seat, so if the lessons had got to boring he could zone out. Sitting down, he let out a sigh as the teacher went on with the lesson. And just as he expected, he looked out the window and towards the woods. "Hm, might go for a walk.. after this shit." He muttered to himself, resting his head in his hand. "Something boring you Y/n?" Mr. Heelshire asked, obviously annoyed for having to pause his lesson. "And if your so bored, you can step out of the classroom. Others would like to learn." Y/n just ignored him, not wanting to get angry, and ruin the peace here.

He glanced up at him and then back at the window, letting out a sigh. "Are you just going to ignore me?" Mr. Heelshire asked letting out a groan and crossed his arms. Y/n quickly caught a glimpse of someone in a tan jacket ducking down from the window, startled, he quickly stood up, stumbling back. "There's someone out there!" He said quickly pointing over at the window and looking up at him. "Enough of your games, L/n. Please grab your things and step outside." He demanded, pointing at his bag and then the door. This just made Y/n stare at him, "Okay, first of all. I'm not in a good mood, I obviously woke up late." He said sitting back down in his seat, "And then— ran into a group, which I haven't fully apologized to about that." He shook his head, glancing around the room, "Everyone, excuse my language-"

He stood up, grabbing the bag and slinging it back over his shoulder, and pointing a finger at Mr. Heelshire. "I have had enough of your bullshit. Like, you don't understand what goes on at people homes, and if they are late. It's their fault." He said sending a glare at him. He could tell he was taken back by this but didn't say anything. He glanced back at the window again, just to see a face— well.. mask pushed up against the window, it seemed to be a black ski mask with a frown on it. "Do you seriously not see this?!" He shouted and pointed at the figure. A few people looked over and let out gasps, "Woah!" Skylar said, standing up from his seat and walking over to him. "You know this guy?" He asked, putting his arms on his shoulders, "He seems to know ya."
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