𝕴𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 the rockstar's secret daughter meets the snarky metalhead in speech class.
Or in which the lead guitarist tries to figure out the mysterious girl with killer taste in music.
Hunter Sylvester x fem!oc
*based on the Netflix movie Meta...
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"I know I've talked shit about this place a lot, but I think it'll be good for you Kat..." My dad tries to explain as we pull up to my new school, but I don't care enough to listen.
"I don't see why I can't just stay at my old school with all of my friends. Ivy said I could stay with her and I could drive up here for the weekends!" I argue back, ready to start an argument for what seems like the hundredth time since this morning.
"Sweetheart, you know we can't make that happen. Look, I'm sorry that my residency was moved. But I can't change it now. I need you here, with me. You can drive up and see your friends on the weekends, but you need to give this place a chance." He looks over at me from the drivers seat with a pleading look.
I cross my arms, looking away from his stare out the window at the students making their way into the school for first period.
"This is some serious bullshit. I'm totally blaming you if I hate it here." I sigh, giving up the fight for now and grabbing my army green messenger bag to put on my shoulder.
"Fair enough. You know I love you right?" He puts out his hand for a fist bump and I nod silently.
"Love you too. Later." I fist bump him, leaving the car and shutting the door a bit too forcefully just to piss him off.
Dad likes to say that his black camero is his second child.
A small amused smile appears on my face as I watch him turn up his heavy metal music and put on his sunglasses, giving me the devil horns and speeding away. I roll my eyes at his dramatics.
I turn back towards the school's entrance and my smile disappears, turning into a scowl.
Fuck, this is going to suck.
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After getting my school schedule I wander through the halls trying to find my first class, speech and debate.
I'm already about ten minutes late, but I don't really care as I stroll by empty lockers and football trophy cases. The same old cliche high school stuff.
Finally I make it to class, room 310.
I internally curse as I realize that I have to go inside and feel like a total dumbass as the teacher introduces me to the class.
It feels like an eternity as I stand out in the hall, mentally debating skipping the class all together and going out to the parking lot for a smoke. However, I'm a little too late as the teacher glances through the window and spots me in the hall.
She ushers me inside and I plaster a fake smile on my face as she welcomes me and hands me a few pieces of paper.
"Class! We have a new student joining us today. Please make her feel welcome. You're Katherine right?" She looks at me expectantly as she checks her attendance sheet.
