Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Tired

Exhaustion was a daily part of all of our lives. Whether you were a regular subject or working for WICKED, you were always tired. Some people could hide it better than others, like me. I could mask the way I felt like I was going to pass out.

Aris was a different story entirely. He always looked half dead, and I had regularly seen him fall asleep in class. Not that I blame him. He was up late studying because they told him he wasn't good enough, and now that it was wearing him out he wasn't good enough. There was no winning, but that's not a surprise. There never is with them.

As I was sitting beside him I could tell that he was writing on autopilot. The information was being taken on paper, being written by his hands, but being tuned out by his actual mind as his eyes remained almost completely shut.

Glancing at the board, I tapped my pen against the desk, a nervous habit I was never able to break. The last thing he needed was to be humiliated, which this teacher had a tendency to do if you were the slightest out of line. I think the fact that we were each other's only classmate, (meaning we're each other's only friend) made it even worse. It just felt so much more personal.

Seeing his head completely drop, I kicked his shin before the teacher could turn around. He sat up in his seat so fast he almost fell out.

"Have a nightmare Mr.Jones?"He sneered, dramatically walking towards his desk and staring at him. The room was dead silent as we waited for what he would say next.

Nothing. He said absolutely nothing. Seeing as the teacher was about to open his big mouth I would have to do it first.

"Neither of us know what you're talking about. Are you on Bliss or something? If you are I'm afraid I'll have to report it."

"Excuse me?"He asked as they both turned their full attention to me. Their was no backing out now.

"Yes. That's quite a serious thing. We can't have some drugged out Crank as our teacher,"I deadpanned.

"Are you joking with me?"

"Nah-"
"It's no!"

"Nah. I would never, ever joke about something so serious. Scouts honer,"I nodded, holding up two fingers. By now his veins were almost popping out of his forehead.

"In all my years of teaching-"
"All 5,000 of them?"I interrupted. Judging by how he was bright red he had forgotten about why this had started was long forgotten.

"I have never seen such a disrespectful kid before."

"And I've never seen a prehistoric man child before yet here we are."

"I am only 45!"He defended.

"Is that in dog years?"I suggested.

"Listen here you little-"
"Sir. Unexpected, irrational anger is part of being a Crank. You're really starting to make yourself look bad,"I sighed, clicking my tongue.

"I am not a damn Crank! All you munnies think you're all high and mighty, but you're not! You're just cocky, no good, obnoxious, brats!"He yelled. After he finished his temper tantrum and had his breathing under control I pointed out the obvious.

"You shouldn't be a teacher if you're prejudice."

"Back in my day-"
"When dinosaurs roamed the earth, the sun was safe, and the Flare hadn't come about you would walk the jungles as a wee little lad. After your parents sent you on your first hunt to become a big, strong man you would kill those tigers with only your hands. But you were far too weak so you became a measley little berry picker,"I interrupted, looking right at him. The pencil he was holding snapped in his grip.

"Sir. Wood is very hard to come by. Whatever could drive you to do such a thing?"I gasped.

"I'm done! I'm done! I can't do this anymore! I quit!"He screamed, storming out of the classroom.

"Oh no. Come back. I was just starting to enjoy myself,"I taunted.

"I hate these munnies! I hope you all die!"

"That's what you're going to do in a few weeks so you better enjoy breathing while you can,"I called. He let out another frustrated grunt so loud it echoed through the hall, allowing us to hear it.

"Y/N, that is the third teacher you have made quit. This year,"Aris pointed out.

"When they stop making fun of you I'll stop gaslighting them. It's the bare minimum,"I shrugged. "Besides, they all leave screaming about munnies. Why would anyone want to be around that?"

"Almost everyone hates immunes. Are you just going to make every teacher in the world quit?"

"If every teacher in the world is mean to you I will,"I nodded.

"You don't think that's a bit much?"

"No. I think I should go even further. When they go low I go lower,"I answered.

"Or higher depending on how you look at me. You're just giving them a little bit of help with letting them be themselves. Awful people."

"See? That's the spirit, Aris,"I smiled proudly.

"Thanks for helping me out. Again,"He mumbled.

"Anytime. To be honest, I was waiting for him to do something else. I have a list of insults,"I admitted, handing them to him from the back of my notebook. The further down the list he got the wider his eyes went.

"I don't even know what some of these mean. What is a cun-"
"Don't finish that question. Just know that the lower it is the worse it is,"I explained.

"What's on the other page?"He wondered. Before his mind was completely tainted I took it from him.

"Don't look at those. Just cover your ears if it gets past number sixty seven,"I suggested.

"Yeah. I think that's a good idea,"He agreed.

"Great. Now you want to play Hangman on the board until someone comes to lecture us?"

"Definitely. Can we name the little man the teacher?"

"We always do."