Too Close - JJ Maybank X Reader

PT. 1

Waking up is always torture, extreme torture today because it's the first day back in school for us pogues. Fuck this. The past couple of years I had been homeschooled by my dad, one because he wanted me close and two, I really didn't want to leave either. My mom passed away 4 months ago and over a year before then she had been diagnosed with brain cancer from a random tumor in her frontal lobe. I wanted to be close while she was sick, never miss a moment. We didn't have the money to be able to try to cure her but we at least could help her stay a while longer. After she passed I didn't know what to do, i didn't want to go out or see anyone, not like I had anyone to go see.

We didn't receive anymore government checks after she passed so my dad had to take extra shifts at work while also trying to get me the education I deserved, but it wasn't working out. My dad had me enrolled in Kildare County High School. So not only was today my first day back but very literally my first day back since 2 years ago.

Anyway

Now that I'm finally out of bed I go into the shower to refresh my wavey hair and my body from the neglectful state of laziness I had put it threw. When I'm done I step out of the shower and head to my closet. I grab my semi-loose bootcut jeans, observing them before putting them on. After a bit more rummaging i find my tight Ramones t-shirt. I put on the light grey material and it does wonders for my body. Once dressed I head to my bathroom and put on my many necklaces that I layer. I look in the mirror and make sure my hair looks presentable and it was surprisingly working with me today. I grab my eyelash curler and slightly curl my lashes before running to the living room to grab my black converse.

"Si sigues corriendo así te vas a caer en el rabo"
"If you keep running like that you're gonna fall on your ass"

Such comforting first day of school words from my dad today. "I know but I want to get there early to claim a parking spot!" If my voice didn't sound like I was in a rush my stressed action of putting on my shoes as fast as a could gave it away. I grab my cross body bag and keys and zip out the door while yelling a goodbye to my dad.

As I start my dark blue 1967 Chevy Impala I make sure my phone is connected to my car. This car is like my second home. It's the most important thing I possess, especially since it was my mom's long before she passed. My mom and I customized it together right when I got my license. We got a bunch of cool mini star stickers and put them around the stereo then put bigger stickers and band pins on the sun visors. We had a lot of smoke sessions in this car. Of course most substances are bad but my parents only allowed weed because it's safe and fun, they were on the young side. Although they allowed it they didn't buy any for me, I had to pay for my own shit from wherever I could get it from.

I scroll through my Spotify and put on She - Tyler, The Creator, Frank Ocean as I begin to pull out to start my drive to my new hell. I reach into my cup holder and grab my (p/f) Lost Mary and hit it while vibing to my music. As I'm mouthing Frank's verse at a stop light I hear an aggravating voice yelling at me from the street next to me.

"Yo homeschool! Just cause us humans are starting school doesn't mean you can too!"

Rafe Cameron. Biggest douchebag on the whole island, homeschool didn't stop the annoying dude from bothering me. I guess he likes to pick on social outcasts.

I decide to turn up the volume of my car and I flip him off when the light turns green. I see him laughing with his friends in my right mirror. Fuck that group, they can suck a dick. Continuing my short drive, I pull into the school's student parking lot a start to look around for what spot I want. I chose one in the middle facing towards the school, so i pull in and park. Boom. Parking spot secured for this school year. As Mayonnaise - The Smashing Pumpkins starts playing I pull back my seat and relax for a second before going in my school bag and grab my new cart for the next couple of weeks. I hit it and watch myself do a ghost with the smoke in the mirror.

While breathing the smoke out of my mouth I turn to see a brown Volkswagen van enter the parking lot and park in the spot right in front of me.I look to see a brown haired boy driving with his blonde friend sitting in shotgun while drinking from a silver flask. At least they're chill so I can keep doing my thing. Talking to people, avoiding it as much as I possibly can. New students should go make new buds and talk about themselves. No fucking thanks, hard pass.

I take a couple more hits before checking the time, 15 minutes until the first bell rang. I got out my car with my things and headed for the front entrance to start searching for my locker. Once I found it I put a couple of my heavier books I received when my dad came home from registration. It's not like we'll be doing textbook shit on our first day in this shithole. I find my first hour class, English with Mr.Sunn. I'm about 3 minutes early so I find a desk to sit in and put my bag down. By now I'm feeling pretty relaxed and diligent to what's happening around me. I take out my phone to check the rest of my classes to make sure i actually knew where i was going after this.

Period 1 History
Period 2 Art
Period 3 Geometry
Period 4 English
Lunch
Period 5 Physics
Period 6 Spanish 1

Not bad. Spanish 1 will be an easy A. I'm suddenly taken out of my train my thought when the bells rings. I look up to see the room full of people. Did I miss the second bell? I just ignore it and go back into my trance while looking out the window next to me. I then hear someone to my left say something to me and I turn to see the same blonde haired guy I witnessed day drinking in the parking lot. "What?." I say in a mostly rude way since I was snapped out of my dazed state I so desperately needed. "You're the chick that was smoking in that dope ass car earlier," He said with a smug smile. I look at him for second before just looking away to ignore him. Talking about myself to others is something I hate doing especially when it's about me smoking.

In the corner of my eye I see him smiling and shaking his head, "come on don't be like that." It was pretty obvious I didn't want to talk at all but I guess this guy is too headstrong to realize the obvious. Turning at him I say "Leave me alone man," then turn back to face the front again he does a smug smile before he turns to his brown haired friend and points at his phone. After a few moments of them looking at each other and typing I see the brunette point at me and the blonde nod in agreement.

It didn't take long for me to realize. They're texting about me.

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