henry bowers x reader || NOT SO BAD

paper balls

I roll my eyes as I feel something hit me in the shoulder. I glance at the floor where the object landed, only to see a crumbled up piece of paper.

I lean over the table, grabbing the piece of trash from the floor, opening it.

𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴

                                        -𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺

Rolling my eyes once again, I crumble up the ball again, before throwing it across the room into the small trash can.

"Mrs L/n. Why are we throwing things in my classroom?"

I look up at Mrs. Bateman staring back at me with her piercing blue eyes.

"Uh, I was just- someone threw that at me. "

She taps her stick she uses to point at things at the board on her hand. "And you think that gives you an excuse to throw things?"

I slowly sink into my seat at the anger in her voice.

The lady walks over to the silver trash can, pulling the paper out of it.

She reads the note out loud to everyone. "Mr Bowers! Detention after school. Same for you!" She points at me after saying the last sentence.

I pack all my things up into my backpack as the bell rings, wanting to get out of that classroom as fast as possible.

Everyone scurrys out of the room around her and she follows.

Suddenly she feels a presence beside her. "You got me in trouble. I was literally just asking for answers. Is that so fucking hard!"

He pushes me into a random locker once he says the last sentence. I groan in pain as my shoulder throbs.

"Your pathetic little sister isn't here to help you. "

He raises his fist and punches me straight in the jaw.

I try to get away from him, but he uses his legs to trap me against the locker.

He punches me once again in the nose.

I feel liquid running down my face. I raise my hand up and put my finger into the substance, holding it out.

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥.

He raises his fist to punch me again but stops as a short red head shows up behind him. "Henry, stop! You bitch. "

"Aw, look it's your slutty sister. Pathetic, you need your 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 sister to save you. " he says, emphasising  the words little sister.

I knew him in the balls, watching as he dobbels over in pain. I grab Bevs hand, running the other direction not waiting for him to get up.

Bev begins laughing beside me. "That was awesome!"

I crack a grin, looking over at the girl. "Thanks for helping me. "

"That's what sisters are for, right?"