New Girl, Sids Charm (Sid Jenkins x Reader)

Heartache in the Halls

The morning sun peered through Y/N's bedroom window, casting a warm glow on her room. She stretched and yawned, her mind slowly awakening to a new day. With a sigh, she sat up and glanced at the clock – school awaited, along with the unpredictable twists of teenage life.

Y/N opened her wardrobe, eyeing her limited collection of clothes. Today was different; today was the day she needed something special. After a bit of contemplation, she settled on a bright, flowery top paired with denim jeans – an outfit that radiated positivity and a touch of hope.

As she walked into the school courtyard, the vibrant colors of her outfit seemed to contrast with the heavy feeling in her heart. The anticipation of the day's events weighed on her mind as she caught sight of the familiar group of friends. Laughter echoed around them, a stark contrast to the emotional storm brewing within Y/N.

"Morning, Y/N!" Chris greeted with a wide grin, seemingly unaware of the turmoil beneath her cheerful facade.

"Hey," she replied, attempting a smile as she approached the group. "What's everyone talking about?"

"Oh, you haven't heard?" Michelle chimed in, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Cassie and Sid are officially an item!"

The words hit Y/N like a tidal wave, and her smile faded into a mask of shock. She stammered, trying to find words, "W-what? When did that happen?"

Tony, always the suave one, casually leaned against a nearby wall. "Just yesterday. Love is in the air, and all that."

Y/N's heart sank, and she struggled to maintain composure. The friends continued chatting, unaware of the storm brewing within Y/N's chest. As she joined the conversation, a lump formed in her throat, making it difficult to speak.

Throughout the day, Y/N tried her best to focus on classes, to engage in conversations, but her mind kept drifting back to the image of Sid and Cassie, the couple everyone was talking about. The pain in her chest grew with each passing hour, and she felt a constant battle against the tears threatening to spill.

During lunch, Y/N sat with the group, a forced smile on her face as they exchanged jokes and stories. Meanwhile, Sid and Cassie, lost in their own world, shared stolen glances and whispered sweet nothings. Y/N felt like an outsider, an unwelcome spectator to a love story that had unfolded before her eyes.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Y/N couldn't wait to escape the suffocating atmosphere. She walked out with the group, nodding absentmindedly to their plans for the evening. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and she couldn't shake off the heaviness that clung to her like a shadow.

That evening, Y/N found solace in the quiet of her room. The events of the day replayed in her mind like a broken record. She couldn't understand why her heart ached so much for someone who wasn't hers to begin with.

As she lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, the doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. Reluctantly, she opened the door to find Chris and Jal standing there, concern etched on their faces.

"Hey, Y/N. We noticed you weren't yourself today," Jal said softly.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Chris added, genuine worry in his eyes.

Unable to contain the flood of emotions any longer, Y/N let out a shaky breath and confessed, "I saw Sid and Cassie together, and it just... it hurts."

Understanding dawned on their faces as they exchanged glances. Jal stepped forward and gave Y/N a comforting hug, while Chris patted her back awkwardly.

"It's tough, but you'll get through it," Jal assured her.

"We're here for you, Y/N. Friends stick together, right?" Chris chimed in, attempting a reassuring smile.

In that moment, amidst the pain and heartache, a glimmer of hope appeared. Y/N realized that even though her heart was bruised, she had friends who cared. The journey through the maze of teenage emotions was far from over, but with the support of her newfound friends, Y/N felt a spark of resilience, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.