In With Them || JD x Reader

1 - Encounter

"Ow!"
"Watch it!"
"Out of my way, dickhead!"
"Ew."
Y/n pushed their way through the crowded school hallways, getting shoved and elbowed in the process. The feeling of sharp bone and lumpy bags being pressed into their sides, although yes they hurt a considerable amount, were nothing compared to all the glares and dirty looks and sour toned whispers from mouths hidden behind hands. Y/n would be lying if they said they were popular. They weren't targeted by bullies or hated by everyone like the more nerdy boys of the school. For the most part the girls were left alone, unless you're Martha Dunnstock. Y/n didn't know her that well but they were on friendly terms, and even if they didn't know her they would still undoubtedly know of her. She was a sweet and kind hearted girl, but she was definitely overweight, which made her an immediate target. Everyday y/n was great full they didn't have Martha's life, even if they felt bad for thinking it. No one paid them much thought so they avoided getting ridiculed. But being a nobody had its downsides too, because when no one paid attention to you that often leads to a lack of friends.
Y/n didn't mind being alone for the most part. They weren't bullied, but what they would give to be in with The Heathers. The Heathers ruled the school and everyone in it. The three girls weren't really all that special if you think about it, but they were rich, pretty, and above all, mean. These traits helped them tons when it came to the social map, which never made sense to y/n but that's just what worked in high school.
Y/n checked their watch, they had 5 minutes until their next class started. They had enough time to make it to the bathroom and back.
They slipped through the crowd until they reached the downstairs bathroom. They preferred this one because there was almost always no one in it, so it was good for if they needed a place to hide and calm down when they got overwhelmed.
They pushed their shoulder against the heavy bathroom door and their eyes were immediately flooded with bright, cold toned light, which was a shift from the warm, mostly natural light in the hallways. After a moment y/n fully acknowledged their surroundings, and when they did they wished they had earlier.
The stall of the first door was left swung open to reveal a doubled over figure. It was a girl with long dark hair pulled back into a slightly teased ponytail. Her back was arched back to bring her head closer to the toilet, causing her spine to push against her thin striped green overcoat. Vomiting noises sounded from the stall, making y/n's stomach twist. They tried to creep towards the last stall without drawing the girls attention, but the sticky off white floor tiles made a loud click every time y/n peeled their feet away from them. After hearing that they decided it would be best if they just made a run for it. They scampered to the last stall and tried to close the door quietly but ended up accidentally slamming it, the lock rattling for seconds after. The vomiting sounds stopped and the bathroom was silent for a minute. Suddenly y/n heard the girl rise to her feet from a couple stalls over, and they listened to her make her way past the sinks and to their stall.
"Hey, you. Open the door won't you?" She said in a slightly raspy voice. Y/n stayed quiet, holding their breath and hoping she would leave. After a moment her voice sounded again, clearer and sharper this time.
"Hey, slut i said open the door!" She barked, kicking the stall door and making it rattle again. Y/n took a shaky breath and slid the lock to the side before slowly pulling open the door.
Before them stood none other than Heather Duke herself, with her back straight and her chin pointed up.
"Do you really think I wouldn't notice you watching me, you little creep?" She snapped. She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.
"I-I- uhm..." Y/n stuttered. They could feel their face flush with embarrassment. Before they could pull themselves together Heather started talking again.
"I've never even seen you before, which surprises me with how fucking pathetic you look. Like, those shoes with that top? You must've had a brain tumor for breakfast." Her face contorted into a look of judgment and disgust. Y/n opened and closed their mouth a couple times, unsure of how to reply. When they didnt say anything Heather spoke again.
"Just who do you think you are anyway?" She circled y/n, looking them up and down.
"Um I'm y/n. Y/n l/n." They managed to keep their voice straight, although they were aware of their wide eyes and flushed face. Heather stopped in front of them again and looked confused. Her eyes flickered everywhere across y/n's face and body for a minute before she scoffed.
"Heather must've made a mistake. Someone like you could never earn a spot in her mind." She said snootily.
"What do you mean..?" Y/n asked hesitantly. Heather scoffed again.
"What makes you think that's your business?" Well, because it's about me? They thought but they didn't dare say anything out loud. Heather spun on her heals and made her way to the door. Before she left she stopped in the doorway and turned her head towards y/n.
"If I were you, I'd watch it." She stated coldly. With that she whipped around and left, the heavy door slamming behind her, and leaving y/n alone and confused.