𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎
𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧: 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚.
[𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣]
you have always been a supernatural geek, you would spend most nights watching teens fight for their lives in apocalypse movies and fantasized about being in that situation. You weren't on the social radar at your school and you were fine with that, you hated people. but at the same time you loved to observe their every move, their emotions, expressions, reactions, and body language. you might be wondering why am I so odd and practically a loser. well to answer your question I was raised by my Nurse mother and my Researcher Journalist dad, but a year ago my father passed. He committed suicide and it took a toll on my family and I, and the only thing that kept us a happy Normal functioning family was my dad. he was our heart, I was never my mother's favourite. She loved my older Brother who is a captain of the football team, and all of that stereotypical jock stuff. Jean was my nemesis, he's always been the golden child despite him paying me to do his homework every other night because academically he's an IDIOT.
"y/n!!!!" 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘵. "OKAAAY" you replied.
𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.
"Did I not tell you that today is your brother's game? why arent you ready, we are leaving."
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
"oh yeah I definitely didnt know and I care soooo much about it that I got ready." you say sarcastically.
"Y/n are you coming or not?" 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.
"obviously not, Most people at school games dont know what deodorant is."
"Hey thats not cool y/n! I have Deodorant on and im going to support my bro! like you should be doing." Connie jokingly said
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧.
"Well its final im not going and I hate sports."
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢
"Well we're leaving, and make sure you clean up the upstairs bathroom like I asked you." 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶
"JEAAAAN ARE YOU READY?" 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺
"YEAH MA JUST A SECOND" 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯 replies
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶
"So, uh y/n we havent talked since-"
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴
"I was going to say we haven't spoke since the time when you tutored me." Connie says
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵
"in the school library remember??"
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.
𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.
"ohhh yeah haha!" you nervously replied
"you're such a dumbass that i literally had to help you with the easiest subject."
"hey its not my fault that i hate reading, history is THE WORST!" buzzcut boy whines.
𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣,, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙛𝙤𝙧.
𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴.
"where's mom?" he asks.
"Shes waiting in the car Dipshit." you said with an attitude
𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 him
"Uhh we'll catch up next time, cya" connie innocently smiles as he rushes out the 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩
"god everyone is so draining."
𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙
A/N:I hope guys enjoyed the first little chapter im sorry if it was bad and eren hasn't made his first appearance yet. This is my first time making a wattpad story let alone a FANFIC lol. eren will most definitely make it in the next chapter.
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𝙄𝙛 𝙃𝙚𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝘼 𝙋𝙪𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙈𝙮 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚
Fanfiction(MODERN AU) this is my first story so don't expect it being like Shakespeare or whatever. (Possible smut may happen) Y/n isn't your typical popular girl but instead she's basically a social reject with issues and works through them in the journeys...
