Icebound {an Asa Butterfield x Reader Fanfiction}

3

"Wake up!" Kai yelled from the doorway of my bedroom. She started clapping and laying on me, getting my attention.

I giggled and sat up, we were face to face.

"Morning, sleepyhead!" She said.

"Morning," I mumbled.

I flicked a few strands of my [h/c] hair out of my face, looking at my alarm clock. It was 6:41.

"Bus runs at 7:20, normally. But today I'm taking you, whenever you're ready!" She kissed my cheek. "You never were one to sleep in.."

"You just performed an entire show for me, how could I sleep through that?" I laughed.

Kai stood up and fixed her dark grey blazer, her brunette hair flowing down in waves. It framed her oval face perfectly. Her giant, glimmering brown eyes looked up at the ceiling fan through contacts. She paraphrased herself, and left my room.

I threw on a pair of black, ripped jeans and a black tank top to go underneath my favorite jacket. Along with some gray zip-up converse high-tops and some comfy underwear, I went into my bathroom. (Picture attached, ignore the watermark. It's from my other fanfic.)
Brushing and curling my hair gently and applying little makeup, I decided it was enough to make a good impression. I slid my glasses onto my face, staring at myself in the mirror.

I smiled at myself, "I haven't actually looked this good in a while."

My self confidence soon faded as I left the mirrored room and entered the kitchen. I ate a piece of peanut butter toast and drank some milk. It wasn't the best combination, but it was a good enough breakfast for sleeping semi late. After eating, I went back and brushed my teeth.

I checked the time one last time: 7:02.

I walked downstairs, and Kai was in the living room, kissing Uncle Tom goodbye.

"Oh, bye, [y/n]," he smirked, his piercing green eyes shining, blonde hair quiffed. I never had a great, close relationship with him, but he was cool. He resembled Ryan Reynolds, which I always thought was hilarious.

"Bye, love you dude," I replied.

"[y/n], honey, here's your school bag. Let's go! Oh- ADRIAN! GET TO THE BUS STOP ON TIME, I'M NOT DRAGGING YOUR SLEEPY LITTLE SELF TO SCHOOL YET! AND LOCK THE DOORS!" She yelled up the stairs. Adrian replied with a groan down the massive staircase. I caught a glimpse of his messy, chestnut hair going into his bathroom. I imagined his hazel eyes shining just as bright as his parents'.

I went outside, shutting my phone off and sliding it into my black backpack. I got into the passenger's seat of the beautiful,sleek, black sports car, it being on the left side instead of the right.

Kai got into the drivers seat, fixing her hair in her side mirror. We buckled up in unison, and she turned on the radio. "Irreplaceable" by Madilyn Paige was on. I hummed to the tune.

Before I knew it, I was in front of a giant building.

"Damn," I whispered. Kai giggled.

She pulled into the front of the building, parking and exiting.

"Let's go in, shall we?" She sang.

I got out of the car, and she locked it. We entered the giant door, along with many other students. They were all dressed much nicer than me. I received many looks. After all, I was the new girl.

We entered the office. A woman in a bright red cardigan, whom I was taller than, greeted us.

"Morning Mrs. Bulk! Is this the little American we've been all about?" She said through a thick, Northern English accent.

"Yep, this is she," I giggled, mumbling slightly.

"Well, let me get you your schedule and you should be all set! I'm sure you'll get someone to redirect you and help you out. I have no doubt about it," she said. "Oh, and I'm Ms. Kendall." She handed me the slip of paper.

"Thanks," I smiled, taking it.

"Have a great first day, if anything happens, call me, okay?" Kai smiled. "You'll do great."

I hugged her good-bye, and she walked out of the office. I followed, walking down the art filled hallway. I looked at the date posted, December 12th, 2013.

The halls were empty, so I followed the instructions written on my paper.

Before first block, all students will report to their designated locker hallway for Study Hall.

I walked around, looking for the Year 10 hallway, or someone who could help me.

Three girls were standing in line at the restrooms, chewing gum and talking. They looked like a clique. There was one behind them, reading something, definitely not part of them.

There were two boys standing at the men's.

I decided to ignore the twisting feeling in my gut and talk to one, the first girl. She looked about my age. I tapped on her shoulder.

"Hi, I'm- uh- new here.. Would you mind pointing me to-" I was cut off.

"Bitch, no," her accent rang like a bell.

"Oh, come on, Claire," a boy in the line said.

"I'm not helping a freshie look around for some hallway she can easily find on her own!"

"Claire, just do it," the girl behind her said.

"Fine, save my spot," she growled.

"Thanks," I said, beginning to walk with her.

She kept walking faster, turning corners with a flick of her bleach blonde hair.

"Whatever," she hummed.

"I'm actually a sophomore," I replied, trying to make small talk.

"Really?" She replied, in an attitude that proved she didn't care.

Soon, we found the hallway. She pushed passed me, turning around.

"Good luck," she smiled. And she walked away.

I looked down at the ground and giggled, walking up to my locker. The paper said locker 183. In the righthand corner, I was surprised to notice that my last name on the paper was Bulk. I smiled to myself again.

I put in the combination, 34-16-12. It popped open on the first try. There were previous textbooks and writing all over the insides of the locker, obscene drawings everywhere.

I put my bag inside, and got what I needed for the first class. There was 20 more minutes of study hall, so I spent them on my phone, on Instagram.

-

Those twenty minutes flew by fast, for when the bell rang, on came the horde of horny, sweaty teenagers. I tried to find class 603 as fast as I could. I almost reached the door when I was knocked down, my books and supplies spreading out across the cold hallway floor. My glasses flew off of my face.

"What the he-" I was cut off.

"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry!" A voice called from behind me.

I stood up, grabbing my books and hand bag. I looked around for my glasses. The blurry figure in front of me grabbed my chin with one hand, sliding my dark brown frames across my face. The image turned into a beautiful face; a head of styled, jet black hair and was finished off with a brilliant, million-dollar smile.

"I believe these are yours?" The deep voice asked, connecting his electric blue eyes with mine.

"Yep," I smiled. "Thanks."

"We have an accent, hm, cool" he said, balancing one arm on the beige lockers. "Where're you from?"

"California," I replied. I checked my phone, we had two minutes until the start of class.

"I think it's time. I'll see you around," he said, shooting me a friendly smile.

I don't think this will be half bad.

-

Please vote, comment, and follow!