Multi Fandom One Shots And Short Stories

(ZACK ADDY X READER) It's Called Karma And It's Pronounced HA

Alrighty guys! Here it is! Some autistic Zack for ya, cuz there will never be enough of these. I made the reader autistic/neurospicy too cuz whoop whoop representation! Just as a disclaimer, I don't have autism but I do have severe ADHD and I only included things that I struggle with.

I got this idea from a Reddit thread I saw about petty revenge and I just took some literary liberty with it to make this!

TW- bullying, use of the R-word (which absolutely killed me to write cuz I hate that word), some minor violence but not much, highschool, and public humiliation of a horrid bully (but not really cuz he did it to himself, let's be honest).

Word count: 2301

He was tapping again. You glanced over at the kid sitting next to you, biting your lip to keep your smile hidden. Tapping was something Zack did a lot and it was something you both shared. You weren't sure why, but it made you smile to see someone else like you. It was nice to not feel alone.

You'd never really talked to him, outside of group chat sessions in class, but you shared a few classes and the bus ride home. It was enough to guarantee you noticed a few things you had in common. Sometimes he'd tap his fingers on the desk and other times he'd rock slightly from side to side. You mostly played with your pencil or doodled in your notebooks, but you knew you both did things like that.

Sure, that made you different. It was almost painful to sit still, you took things a bit too literally at times, sometimes different types of fabric made your skin crawl, and you didn't really understand unspoken rules everyone else just seems to instinctually know. In your mind, you didn't particularly care! You were you and that was enough. Who cares if there were some odd things you did? It doesn't matter! As long as you were content with where you were, you didn't care about what anyone else had to say.

Mrs Cawthorne was explaining something to do with adverbs and sentence construction from the front of the room. The class seemed a bit lethargic, most of them just staring out the windows and probably dreaming about lunch. You knew you weren't doing anything to change that perception but you had to hand it to her; even with the class' lethargy, Mrs Cawthorne powered on. You were staring at the notebook in front of you, tapping the corner with your eraser. Maybe you should draw?

You bent down a bit so you could reach your sketching pencils. You just needed to do something with your hands or you would go insane! As you were reaching into your pencil bag, you noticed a slight change in the sounds around you. You grabbed your pencil and straightened, closing your eyes and tilting your head to try and focus on audio input without the distraction of visual stimuli. It was coming from... Great.

You opened your eyes and glared daggers at the kid who was sitting directly in front of Zack. Not this again! If looks could kill, this guy would have been speared through the brain a long time ago.

Derek Tyler was a sophomore but he liked to think he was God. He was the star wrestler of your school and, you were loathed to admit, was in better shape than most of the seniors. He was conventionally attractive, sure... But he had the personality of a moldy walnut. His favorite pastime was relentlessly tormenting everyone he deemed less than him which was, at this point, pretty much everyone.

However, he had a favorite victim type: people like you and Zack. He loved to pick on people who were different or those who stood out. He never tried to target you specifically however. You thought it was due to his (obvious) crush on your older sister, who had absolutely no interest in him, thank heavens. You'd heard plenty of horror stories about him, though.

Currently, he had started tipping in his chair to hit the back on Zack's desk. You were still glaring at the back of his stupid head, anger beginning to boil in the pit of your stomach. You hated bullies and you hated Derek.