Forest Of Lies// Creepypasta x reader

×chapter two×

Good song^
Yes...I ironically like Weezer...

-Unedited-

Y/n pov:

"Y/n! Are you paying attention?"
My mom called from the other side of the table.

"Hmm? Oh sorry no."
I shrugged.
My mom got back this morning and decided to act like a 'family' for once and have breakfast together.
So while I picked at my pancakes, deep in thought about my run-in with the computer elf.

"Okay well, I won't be able to drop you off or pick you up from school today. I'm going to a bar with my boyfriend." Another thing about my mom is that she's always getting a new boyfriend. The last one wasn't that bad, he bought me Oreos once. But he dumped her when he found out she was cheating on him.

"Oh, ok... Is he picking you up or are you driving?"

"He's picking me up. Why?"
She gave me a curious glance.
"Well, I was wondering if I could borrow the car to go to school. I have work after school."
I nervously fiddled with my hoodie sleeves.

"Sure I guess. Just don't crash I don't need anything more to worry about."

_skip_

After getting to school I made my way to my locker. Trying to avoid a bitch named Stacy. (Sorry if that's your name)
She used to be my friend in middle school but we soon drifted apart after getting into high school. I've always been the quiet kid that weirded everyone else out, and she used to be an extroverted nerdy kid. She was your usual nerd, with thick glasses, braces, terrible acne, always wore two braid and preppy clothes, and she was smart and a teacher's pet.
Since she hit puberty, her chest got bigger. Got her braces off. Got some glasses that complemented her face shape. Her acne was less noticeable. And now only wears crop tops and trendy clothes. She was still a top student, but now people admired her and she became the popular heart-throb of the school.

Now since she got an inflated ego, she thinks I'm below her and thus makes fun of me at every chance she gets. Sometimes things get physical and she'll beat me up. I've fought back a couple of times but she always goes to the teacher and says I was picking a fight with her. And they believe her since she's normally a goody two shoes innocent angle, and since I have a past of low grades and sometimes fighting with other students they just blame me.

I get to my locker and open it. There in the middle of my locker lays a spider. ( I'm sorry if you're afraid of spiders but I don't really have any ideas rn.) I pick it up and look at it for a good minute. It was just a normal harmless daddy long-leg spider. Gently holding it in my hand I use my other hand to grab what I needed. I close my locker and then spin on my heels to make my way to class. Still holding the spider, I decide I'll just let it chill with me today. Ill name him greg. My coworker loves spiders, so if I can keep it with me throughout the school day then I can bring the spider to work with me.

_skip_

It was now lunch and I was looking for my friend to sit with. I forgot to bring lunch with me, and I am broke as heck, so I was just going to skip lunch today.
"Hey y/n!" An arm is slung around my shoulder. I look up to the face of my best friend, a 6'1 football player named Hendrix but I always call him hex.

"What do you got there?" Pointing towards my softly closed hand.
"Oh, I caught a spider; he is my new best friend." Opening my hand slightly to show him.
"Ewww why would you willingly touch that thing?"
Shrugging I walk to an empty table at the back of the cafeteria and sat down.

_skip_

It was the middle of my shift and I was currently arguing with a 12 year old about gaming keyboards.
"My dad owns this store! I only have to pay 20 bucks!" It screeched.