The Evans (A compilation of one shots & headcannons)

Kyle Spencer x female reader (not your average frat boy)

I have been an outcast my two first years of college. I have tried to make friends but everyone just thinks I'm weird and they eventually end up leaving me. I don't know what it is about me that makes them dislike me. Is it how I look? Is it how I talk? Maybe my personality maybe? It drives me crazy just thinking about it. One night I was laying in bed thinking how maybe I could become "popular" or at least have a friend or two when it suddenly came to me. I have never been to a college party, or a party in general. It was mostly because I had no one to go with, but it's a great way to make some friends and get noticed.

Luckily I heard about a frat party that was this weekend, it was almost as if it was fate. So the day before the party I went to the mall and picked out a dress that was y/f/c and bought some makeup. I wasn't the best at using makeup or getting dressed up usually because I mostly went to class in sweatpants or jeans so I never really worried about looking nice.

The night of the party I was a nervous reck, I even considered even going to this stupid pary. But I realized it was already too late, I was committed to doing this. I got out of bed before taking a shower, doing my hair and makeup, and finally changing into the dress I had bought for myself. I grabbed my phone and some pepper spray just in case before heading out. Luckily the house the party was taking place at was super close to campus so it was like a ten minute walk before I could hear loud music and flashing lights. I began to feel that nauseous feeling again at the sight of people already walking around drunk and people talking, it honestly made me feel like more of an outcast. But I took a few deep breaths before walking into the large house. People were scattered around everywhere, it felt like there was no room to breathe.

To calm my nerves I decided to get a drink, maybe that would calm me down a bit. There was at least one perk of being an outcast; no weird guys wanted to talk to me. I tried my best to look "approachable" but no one came up to me. Everyone passed right by me as if I didn't even exist. At some point during the party I went to grab another drink when some drunk sorority girl walked past me and spilled her drink all over my dress. "Watch where the fuck you're going!" She slurred as she stumbled away.

I sighed as I stood up. The liquid stained my dress leaves a large brown stain. Great, could this night get any worse? And it was almost like I jinxed myself because next thing I knew some random frat boy came over to me. He looked nice and he even offered to help clean my dress but over time he started to act really creepy. First he asked if I had a boyfriend and to which I said no to. Then he asked if I wanted to go upstairs with him. That's when he grew very annoyed. I could tell he was becoming more hostile, but still tried to flirt with me. He kept touching me and placing his hand on my leg, which I pushed off everytime. Now he was very annoyed and I could see his eyebrows furrow in anger. "You're being such a bitch." He says as he tried to touch me again and I pushed away. "What did I do?" "You dress like that which is totally asking for it and then you act all innocent." He said as he was looking at my dress. "Just because I'm wearing a dress that is showing some skin doesn't mean I'm "asking" for anything you narcissistic asshole!" I then stood up and threw my cup at him which still had alcohol. As I walked away I could tell he was yelling insults at me. I was so angry that I just wanted to go home and watch a movie in my dorm, but as I approached the front door someone stopped me. "Hey, I'm sorry about my friend, he acts like a douchebag sometimes." I turned around to see another frat boy, but this one didn't seem like a complete asshole, my eyes could be deceiving me so I decided not to trust him. He had curly blond hair and had dark brown eyes. This one also wasn't drunk like the other one probably was. "I'm Kyle by the way." He said with a smile which showed off his dimples, he was definitely more attractive than the other guy. "Y/n, I was just about to leave actually." "Don't, stay, I could keep you company." He said but the way he said it didn't sound like he was flirting with me.

"I don't know, so far this night has been a total shitshow." I say and he lets out a breathless chuckle. "Can I be completely honest with you?" He asked and I nodded. "I noticed you when you walked in and I didn't know how to approach you." He was blushing? But not going to lie, so was I. No guy has ever said anything remotely like that to me. A part of me thought that this was an elaborate scheme to get me in bed, but I decided to give him a chance and push that feeling away. "If you wanna leave that's okay, I won't push you." He said. "Actually I think I'll stay after all." "Well then, can I get you a drink Y/n?" he asked. "That would be nice, I spilled the other one on your friend." Kyle chuckled again. "Not gonna say he didn't deserve it."

Maybe the idea to go to party wasn't so bad afterall.

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(I kinda wanna write a part two to this, what do you guys think?)