Average (Jinx x Fem!Reader)

1. Ordinary

There's nothing worse than being average. Being average never won anyone an award. It never allowed one to be picked first for sports to join their team. Most of all, being average almost always drove my thoughts to make me feel as if I wasn't important; as if I didn't deserve to exist with the rest of the society. Not quite a nobody, but not quite somebody: a depressing limbo.

Average.

The way the word rolled off my tongue made me want to rip it out, tainting my mouth with such a despicable word. I've been average pretty much all of my life. I would rather be super nerdy if that allowed attention from someone other than my small knit group of friends. I yearned to be something other than what most would consider an NPC. It was a curse.

I huffed silently as I let the negative thoughts thunder inside my head, each pessimistic worry bouncing back and forth against my skull like a rabid squirrel trying to escape animal control. I slumped in my chair, my arms dangling off the sides with my cheek squished against my notes staring off into a bookshelf across from me. I really should be studying, but I just couldn't bring myself to pick my head up. I was too busy drowning in my dismal self-reflection. As I stared at a random thick leather book spine, another intrusive thought appeared. Did studying in the school's library during my free period make me even more average? Should I study underneath a busy overpass? Or maybe in the middle of the street?

"You look lively." I heard a familial voice say behind me.

Still too upset to move, I lazily lifted my arm to give them a half-assed wave before letting my arm go limp again. I heard Calista snort before she stood in front of me, blocking my intense staring contest between the leather book and me. She placed her hands on her hips, giving me her infamous look of disbelief.

"Goin' through it again, huh?" Her displeased look softened into one of empathy, taking the seat in front of her.

I nodded softly, my cheek slightly sliding the paper beneath it. "Oh, Y/n. There, there." She sighed, giving my head a couple of pats. "Is it the usual Y/n thought special a la carte?" She chuckled, leaning on the table with their head supported by her hands.

"Yeah..." I trailed off, flashing her a pair of somber eyes. "When is it not?"

She dropped her pastel pink satchel onto the table, the thud resonating between the table and my head. Calista started to dig through her bag, various sounds emitting from it as she blindly searched for something. A few more seconds of noisy clutter clashing around echoed before she exclaimed, "Aha!" She triumphantly pulled out the item, hiding it within her closed fist and extended it out towards me. "Give me your hand." Calista demanded.

I pinched my brows together with curiosity as I held my palm under her fist. She opened her hand and a small blue wrapped candy fell into my palm. A Blue Raspberry Warhead. I should have known. Were they my favorite? Yes. Did she only ever give them to me when I was being "sour"? Also yes. I felt a smile tug at my lips as I unwrapped the citric acid coated shell, my mouth already salivating from thinking about it. I finally separated my cheek from the table, sitting up straight in my chair as I popped the vibrant blue candy in my mouth.

"Better?" She beamed, closing her bag before dropping it at her feet.

I rolled my eyes, trying to regulate the amount of saliva I was producing and nodded slightly. She knew me better than anyone else. I was grateful for her.

"Yeah. Thank you." I replied, moving the candy to my opposite cheek.

She watched as I enjoyed my little sour delight, her face visibly concerned before giving a forced shutter.

"I don't know how you can just eat those with a straight face. Any normal person would be puckering until their whole face was sucked in." She stuck her tongue out and let out a low, guttural sound of disgust.

I couldn't help but laugh at her comment, sticking out my blue stained tongue at her. I guess I wasn't completely "normal" after all. Even if it was over something trivial as being sour resistant. I'll take it.

"Our free period is almost over. Wanna walk to class with me?" She asked, glancing at her matching pink smart watch while simultaneously reaching for her bag.

"Mhm." I mumbled, gathering my loose notes sprawled in front of me.

As I gathered my belongings, the raucous laughter of a group of girls reverberated through the library, their footsteps echoing loudly as they made their way towards the exit. Not wanting to look like a weirdo, I discreetly stole glances at them, envying their perfect hair and bodies swaying with each step. They were the epitome of popularity in our school, often referred to as the It Girls given by yours truly. I felt jealousy surge through my veins. They looked like fucking models while I'm over here looking like Plain Jane's sister, Basic Betty.

There was one girl in particular out of the bunch that stood out to me, Jinx. Not only was her name super edgy, but she was the most gorgeous girl to me. Her strikingly long blue hair was typically meticulously woven into two flawless braids, cascading gracefully down to her ankles. Her complexion? Flawless. Her outfits were always so trendy, constantly wearing a mixture of alternative, yet stylish comfy clothes. And, probably one of my favorite attributes about her, she had a sleeve of baby blue cloud tattoos going down her right arm that were almost always visible. That girl was just effortlessly oozing perfection. She was so lucky.

"Ready?" I asked Calista, tearing my eyes away from the girls, hoisting a single backpack strap on my shoulder. She replied with a smile and started towards the exit.

As I tailed a few steps behind her, my mind once again started to plummet into a tumultuous sea of self-deprecating thoughts, each wave crashing against the shores of my consciousness with a relentless force, dragging me deeper into the abyss of despair. God, I wanted to be her.