Through the Storm (Male Reader x Life is Strange)

Chapter Two

Y/N SHOT UP he was sweating bullets and his hands were shaking non-stop. He had fallen asleep in class but this time something was different.

Typically, if he fell asleep in class the worst dream he would have it the one where he shit himself in class and unfortunately for him, that reoccurring dream reoccurred a lot more than he'd like.

But with this dream, he couldn't remember it. Not for the of life him, but it had to had been horrifying. By eighteen years of age, he'd been accustomed to nightmares but something was different about this one.

He hadn't had a dream that felt so surreal— so terrifying since he was a little kid. The last awful nightmare he had, he needed to sleep in the middle of Chloe and Max to go back to sleep, but those times were long gone. That trio had long been done.

"And since Mr. Wildflower can find the time to sleep in class, he must clearly know the answer to the question." Y/N's musical arts teacher asked.

"You didn't ask a question." Y/N answered. "It was a lecture and when you saw me lift my head you tried to get one on me."

He totally half assed that by the way. He just had no idea if he really asked a question or not so he just took a swing at the wind.

"You're quick on your feet, Y/N." The teacher nodded. "Being quick footed and having a big mouth makes a pretty decent combo."

"I got a big mouth because I talk from my heart. I'm real. That's what Tupac said at least." Y/N shrugged.

"You lucked out." Dana, Y/N's seat buddy giggled and nudged him. "You were out like a light."

"What? You heard me snoring?" Y/N responded wiping whatever sweat that came from the dream on his sleeve.

"Could've sworn I did."

Time ticked on by and eventually the bell rung signaling the end of the class period. Y/N stood up and gathered his things and headed for the door until his teacher called his name

"Y/N." He said. "I know you're a talented kid. If you applied yourself more—"

"Sir, I'm a already a 3.0 student. I don't really think I can apply myself anymore than I do now."

"We both know that's not true. Just think about what I said and do know, if no one else believes in you, I do." His teacher spoke, the genuineness of his words seeping off every syllable.

"...Thank you sir." He nods, and leaves the class.

Y/N sighed, taking a step into the halls. His vision darted to each one of his classmates and he walked to his locker, placing his items inside and he took a deep breath.

His next period class was Math and with how that teacher was, he doubt he'd have time to use the bathroom without being at least a hundred steps behind everyone else.

Deciding to use the bathroom during passing time was probably a better idea so that's what he did. He made his way past everyone else, and he stood in front of the men's bathroom until he heard yelling coming from the women's.

Now, I'm hindsight; a teenage boy pressing his ear up against the women's bathroom door probably looked crazy. Any good samaritan passing by would've thought he was a creep with a odd fetish or something.