Y/N: Uh-uh. No way. Not a chance.
You shook your head with your arms crossed in anger and embarrassment.
Which was appropriate, given the situation. You were suddenly drafted into some crappy high school "The Bachelor" contest by Cheryl Blossom. All while Sabrina, your secret girlfriend, looked on with a broken heart.
So did the two who were actually responsible.
Y/N: Nope. No dice. I am not doing this.
Cheryl and you had retreated to the back room so you could politely, yet firmly, reject her proposal.
Cheryl, however, just mirrored your actions in a childish manner.
Cheryl: I'm sorry, Y/N. But I fail to see what the problem is.
Y/N: What the problem...You just signed me up for some stupid dating game without asking me first!
Cheryl shrugged.
Cheryl: What kind of surpise would it be if I did tell you?
This girl.
Y/N: And what if I don't want to be your stupid bachelor?
Cheryl then smirked.
Cheryl: And why wouldn't you want that, Locke? I mean, you are single, right?
You froze at her question. You stared at her to see if you could figure out if she really knew or not. She couldn't know about Sabrina, could she? And you definitely couldn't tell her. She was queen Blossom.
She would probably announce it over the intercom or something.
Y/N: Uh....well......yeah?
Cheryl smiled.
Cheryl: Wonderful. Then you won't mind meeting the girl of your dreams in this competition. Besides, all of this is for a good cause.
You just scoffed and looked away.
Y/N: Is it, though.
You suddenly found the front of your shirt being grabbed. Cheryl pulled you down to look you in the eye. Gone was the mischievous vixen. She was just mad now.
Cheryl: You hold your tongue right there, Y/N Locke! My brother is innocent, you hear me? He was wrongfully charged, woefully mistreated, and....and...
She sniffed as tears filled her eyes. She suddenly started to cry before she buried her face into your chest. You stood there awkwardly for a moment before you slowly started to rub her back.
This was extremely uncomfortable. But you also couldn't just not help her. Even if she was a huge, get the censor ready, b@$#%.
Click.
Sabrina: Why can you say it?
Y/N: My story.
Sabrina: That's totally not fair and you know it.
Click.
Cheryl: I'm just so worried about him.
Y/N: Uh, I mean....
You just sighed.
Y/N: Look, Cheryl, I'm sorry about your brother. I don't know the whole story, but you seem pretty convinced he's innocent.
Cheryl: He is.
You gently pulled her off of you and offered a kind smile.
Y/N: Okay, then. I'll take your word for it. But I'm not seeing how any of this will help.
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Sabrina And You (Male Reader)
General FictionY/N is a boy who has recently gotten a mysterious girlfriend, Sabrina Spellman. They're a happy couple that hardly fight or bicker with each other. Though they had met under weird circumstances. And Y/N's friends don't know who she is. But there's j...
