An Actually Good Sterotypical Y/N Story

Chapter 1: New School, New Me

It was a year after my parents died. I still remember the car accident like it was yesterday. The horns, the crash that crackled like fire, and the lifeless bodies of my parents. They were hung over the hood of the car and covered in blood. The doctors said the only way I survived was because of my seatbelt and the building of my parent's car.

After my parent's funeral, my Aunt Clara and Uncle Harry took me in. They were sweet people but not to me. Anybody but me. My cousin, Danielle, was their absolute favorite. Which I didn't mind because I wasn't close with my auntie and uncle anyway. I was homeschooled for the past year to recover. After all, Danielle and I were close. Whether she tolerated me because of pity or selfishness, I don't care. She was like my sister and sometimes I wished she was.

Now that I was going back to school, I needed someone in the corner. "Ugh," I groaned at my reflection in the mirror. "I don't know what to wear,"

"Of course you don't. You have no fashion sense." Danielle lazily said while staring at her phone.

 I side-eyed her from across our room. Her half was preppy and pretty. It was no wonder people loved her. She was practically perfect while I was a frumpy nobody who still worried about what to wear.

"Haha," I laughed sarcastically, "Very funny, Danny," I grabbed a tank top from my closet and held it up to my chest. "What about this? With jeans or something?"

"Maybe if you wanna be the stoner chick who never gets laid." She huffed. "You need to show off your curves-"

"Ugh. No way." I placed down the tank top and ruffled through my drawers. "You know I am more modest than other girls-"

"Yeah, I know." Danielle shrugged. "Maybe a fitted shirt with your jacket?"

"That could work. As long I am not breaking any sort of dress code."

"Trust me, you're not." Danielle scoffed and walked over to the dresser. She pushed me away to ruffle for clothes herself which I had no objection to.

(Btw this is what she picked out)

(Danielle's appearance )

"Is this modest enough for you?" Danielle asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, I like it," I said. Danielle waved and left the room to allow to me change. The outfit fit me surprisingly well. It hugged my waist perfectly and it looked like I had a body instead of the Adam Sandler crap I normally wear. Danielle was the kind of girl to always wear pink in some cloth on her body. We saw the Barbie movie and I believe that she is the definition of Barbie. Flawless, pink, and always pretty. The exact opposite of me. 

While going downstairs, my aunt and uncle sat at our wooden kitchen table. My uncle sipped from his coffee cup and flicked his newspaper. My aunt picked at the plate of pancakes.

"Oh! Danielle, you look beautiful!" Aunt Clara gushed.

"Oh, thanks!" Danielle straighten her pink jacket. 

"Why can't you put effort into your appearance, Y/N?" Aunt Clara glared at me.

I self-consciously glared at my outfit. "What's wrong with my appearance?"

My Aunt placed down her fork. "Are you kidding? Look at your cousin-" She pointed at Danielle, who gave me a sheepish smile, "She actually tried because she actually cares about how she appears to other people."

I rolled my eyes and walked straight to the door. I didn't want breakfast because I completely lost my appetite. Danielle trudged behind me as I felt the burning judgmental gaze of my aunt and uncle.
•••
I walked into the large school building. When walking in everyone's eyes were locked on Danielle and whenever she realized she would wave or blow a kiss back. I folded my arms feeling my blood starting to boil. It bugged me that Danielle was so liked. It was like she was a celebrity. I understand that she's pretty because my aunt tells me everything every single day but I feel myself growing angry when a guy says she's pretty or a popular girl compliments her.
I love and hate her.

"You okay, Y/N?" Danielle nudges my shoulder.

I shrug her off, "Yeah just nerves!"

Suddenly, a guy leaned on the locker next to us. He couldn't have been a little bit older than me with green emerald eyes and brown wavy hair. He wore a leather jacket and baggy jean pants with large black boots. So I assume that he was the bad boy of the school. I was proven correct by Danielle's reaction.

"Ugh, what do you want Jaxon?"

"To get something from my damn locker. Not everything is about you, Danny," The boy responded with venom in his words. I remember Danielle mentioning him when we were little. I never went to the same school as Danielle when my parents were still alive, but she would always tell me stories about this "Jaxon". Needless to say, I wasn't a fan. From what she has told me he's a huge egotistical asshole.

"Who the hell is this?" Jaxon quirked his head towards me. As much as I love Danielle, she does exaggerate so maybe this guy wasn't as bad as he made him to be? I don't want to start off hating some guy when he didn't deserve it. Besides, those stories were from two years ago.
"I'm Y/N" I outstretched my hand to shake his. He reluctantly took it and shook it like my hand was on fire, or he was avoiding the plague. " I'm Danielle's cousin."

"Oh, I feel sorry for you. Have you tried switching families?" Jaxon smirked. Danielle slammed her hand on the locker next to him. She was just shy of hitting him clean in the face.

"Can you get your shit and leave already?" She demanded. Jaxon scoffed and pushed Danielle away. She tripped over her heels and fell to the ground. I quickly got in the guy's face. it was one thing to mess with me, and another to mess with Danielle's personal grudge against him. But resorting to physical violence and hurting her is a different story.

"What the hell!" I yelled at him.

"What?" He mocked. "The princess can't take a little tumble?" He cooed at Danielle. I couldn't take it anymore so I lunged at him and pushed him down like he did to Danielle. I stepped over him and his emerald eyes were gazing up at me. I pulled them up by the collar of his shirt and made sure he was watching me.

"Don't ever touch my cousin again," I warned him with gritted teeth. My tone was low and threatening. I never really am a threatening person, but family is a different story, and I think anyone could relate to that.

Jaxon just stared at me. He wasn't in shock or scared; he just stared. I scoffed at him and let his collar go. This commotion was already drawing in the crowd and I wouldn't wanna be sent to detention my first day. He wouldn't be worth it. I helped Danielle off the floor and I left him sitting there.

Awestruck on the marble floor.

A/N
Hii! I wanted to make a good version of a stereotypical Y/N story but if it's bad y'all can slander
Any suggestions or chapter ideas???