Characters x Reader

Eddie Munson x Reader

|TRIGGER WARNING!!! Mentions of bullying, swearing, fighting, fainting, wounds, mild concussion,

Word count: 3.5k

Low-key a song fic but you don't need the song. I LOVE CHRISSY!! IT IS JUST FOR THE STORY |

I sat in the middle row of the classroom in my favorite outfit. People always made fun of how I looked and what I wore. Luckily, I wasn't the main target by many of the bullies here. Just the cheerleaders. Chrissy Cunningham was the worst. Every day, without fail, she goes out of her way to make my life a living hell. My headphones blasted beats into my ears as I used a pencil and a pen as drums while tapping my foot. After the track ended, the teacher walked in with papers. "Alright class, let's settle down." Mr. Burke spoke as he erased the words written on the chalkboard by one of the students. 'Battle of The Bands, tomorrow gymnasium" It was obvious who wrote it, I looked to the back of the classroom at Eddie who was also listening to music and pretending to shred his guitar. Eddie was the man target for most of the bullying here. I always felt bad for him too, he's not even a bad person.

Taking out my headphones and turning the music off, I started to pay attention to class. I wrote my notes and paid attention as the teacher talked, eying the clock anxiously. All I wanted for was this school day to be over, but I knew shit would go to hell as it always did. I tapped my foot anxiously as the teacher glanced at the clock then looked back at the class. "We are going to test tomorrow so be prepared, it will be worth 20% of your grade so I recommend studying what we learnt today." The class groaned as I was the only one to take notes. Luckily, then the bell had rung loudly, and I jumped up and rushed out of the classroom, hoping to get to the girls locker-room before the cheerleads did. As I walked through the halls, my head down and headphones blasting music in my ears, I couldn't help but think about the Battle of the Bands. Eddie's 'band' wasn't filled yet. He still needed a drummer and a vocalist. Anxiety clouded your mind as you thought about seeing if you could join him. No one else knew this but I have been taking drum lessons since I was kid and have continued it throughout my years.

I pushed the door open to the locker room, happy to see no one here yet. I placed my bag in a locker and locked it with a lock. Last time I had left it unlocked, the girls went through my stuff and cut up my clothes. (Ragina Geroge vibes) I had my extra clothes and water bottle and went into an open stall and changed my clothes. When I was changing, I heard all the girls file in, talking shit as per usual. I took a deep breath before opening the stall and looking around at all the girls around me. I walked over to my locker and unlocked it, throwing my clothes in before locking it again and walking out in the gymnasium.

Gym class went by VERY slowly. After warmups they had us break up. The jocks played basketball while the girls cheered at them. It was annoying honestly. I've never understood the point of this stupid game where they just want an excuse to rub up against other guys, like just admit you're gay. I softly giggled to myself but breaking out of my thoughts to see the ball flying towards me with everyone's eyes on me. I didn't even try to catch it, instead letting it fly past me and into the storage closet. I walked in and looked around for the basketball that was rolling around. I bent over and picked it up, hearing the sounds of footsteps behind me and then feeling a kick on my back before I was face down on the hardwood floor. I let out a huge breath as I snapped my head back at them, seeing Chrissy and her little bitches behind her. "Awh, did you fall? Here let me help you." Chrissy offered a hand to me, and I looked at her skeptically before taking it. She pulled me up and pulled me close to her, her eyes just barely above mine making her look threating. "Can I have the notes from today's class?" She smiled at me, but her hand was now squeezing mine tightly. "Uh no, I don't have them." I stared blankly while lying. "That's a lie, I saw you writing in your notebook." Her smile fell as she pushed me back into the ball carriage. The whole thing tipped over as my back flew into the carriage and into it with balls all over me. "I wasn't taking notes." I tried not to let any tears fall, I can't let them see how they affect me. I looked over at the other girls who were snickering and blocking the doorway so no one could see what happened. As I picked myself up, I looked at Chrissy who had her back now faced to me, picking up something that caused the other girls to gasp and laugh. "You see, I need to pass this year Harrington. Your brother's not here to protect you anymore." Chrissy then whipped around, swinging the plastic bat as hard as she could at my side. I couldn't help but let a whimper out of my mouth as the bat impacted against my arm and ribs. I stumbled over slightly before steading myself again. "Now I'll ask again, can I have the notes?" She smiled again. Fake ass bitch. "Same answer cunt, I don't have them. Go sleep with him like you do all of your other teacher's and don't bring me into this." I snapped, getting angry at this entitled bitch. Chrissy lifted the bat again with anger in her eyes as she swung repeatedly until Jason walked in, "Babe, you need to stop before they know she didn't just fall." He grabbed the ball and passed it to the others as he wrapped his arm around Chrissy's waist. "I need to pass this quarter, Jay." Chrissy whined but Jason kissed her softly before speaking. "We can find someone else; she clearly is not going to budge." They all walked away, and I just sighed, getting up slowly and wincing. I walked out of the storage closet and pretended to be fine as I sat down and drank from my water.