The Fifth VK (Story × Reader)

3.

The next morning, a loud noise wakes us up. Mal, Evie, and myself all jumped up from the noise. "What is that?" Mal yells. We look around the room. "I think it's coming from that box!" I yell. Mal walks up to the screeching box. She grabs it and throws it at the wall. It shatters into pieces. "Well, end to that problem." I state. Mal walks back to her bed. "What time do classes start?" Evie asks. I take the covers off of myself. "Who cares." Mal says. "Oh, c'mon Mal!" Evie encourages. She gets out of bed herself. I walk over to my suitcase to get my clothes for the day. Evie sits on Mal's bed and gently shakes her. I pull out a brown dress. [The one in the photo] I change quickly. Eventually, Mal gets up and puts on her clothes for the day. I sit down at the desk to do my makeup and hair. "I love the dress." Evie compliments. "I wish I had a better pair of boots for it. My black boots won't do it this time." Evie places her hand on my shoulder."I actually might have the perfect thing." Evie walks away. I continue to brush my hair. "Ta-da!" She exclaims. I turn around to see her holding up ankle boots. They had a thick heel and laces. "You are a queen." I flatter her. She placed them next to me as she blushed. "Well done on the makeup, Y/n." She looks at my face. "Thank you." She started to fix my hair. "I'm thinking about cutting my hair again." I think out loud. She hums. "Well, when you decide, let me know. I can cut hair." Evie offers. I smile. "Is there anything you can't do?" She giggles. "Ok, well, when you're done confessing your love for each other, I will be at class." Mal says bitter. I roll my eyes. She puts my hair in a messy bun, and I let her do her makeup and hair.

"If someone hands you a crying baby, do you: A: Cusre it?, B: Lock it in a tower?, C: Give it a bottle?," Evie shakes her head. "Or D: Carve out it's heart?" Fairy godmother finishes. Evie raises her hand. "Evie?" Fairy godmother answers. "What was the second one?" She asks. "Oh, ok, anyone else?" Fairy godmother asks. I raise my hand. "Y/n?" She asks. "C: Give it a bottle." I answer. Mal still looks down at her drawings. The boys looked confused. "Correct, again." She complements. I give a small smile. "You are on fire, girl!" Carlos states. "Just pick the one that doesn't sound like any fun." Mal adviced. "That makes so much more sense." Evie says. I raise my eyebrows. A girl walks past us and squeals. We all look at her. Evie twirled her hair, and Mal nudged her to get her attention. "Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane?" Fairy godmother says. Jane looked petrified. It was quite funny. Jay and I exchanged looks. "Jane, this is everyone!" She encourages her daughter and pushes her toward us. "Hi." She wispers. We all say nothing. "That's ok. Don't mind me. As you were." She says and walks past us. She squeals again. Jay and I both let out a small laugh. "Let's continue." Fairy godmother tries to act cool. "You find a voil of poison. Do you: A: Put it in the king's wine?, B: Paint it on an apple," Evie giggles. "Or C: Turn it over to the proper authorities?" She looks back at us. The boys and Evie raise their hands. Jay holds down Carlos's hand. "Jay?" Fairy godmother calls. "C: You turn it over to the proper authorities." He answers. "I was going to say that." Carlos whines. "Oh, but I said it first!" Jay mocks. He started to wrestle Carlos. I started to laugh. "Boys," They didn't stop. "Boys!" She says louder. I stopped laughing. They finally stopped. "I'm going to have to encourage you to use that energy on the tourney field." She says. "Oh, no. That's okay." Carlos ensures. "Whatever that is, we'll pass."

I sit down on the bleachers and watch Carlos and Jay on the field. The coach started to yell at Carlos about the 'kill zone'. I chuckled at his confusion. The practice game started, and Jay started to go for the kill. Every. Single. Time. "Woah, c'mon Jay!" I cheer. If he was supposed to do that or not, I don't know, but I still find it entertaining. The shooter kept trying to hit Jay, but he missed every time. I stand. "Let's go!! Jay! Woah!" I cheer again. He hits the ball out of the kill zone and knocks someone to the ground. I could hear Carlos scrawny voice from the field. Jay was about to pounce. He crawls into a ball and puts his shield over himself. I was dying laughing. Jay shoved his teammate down and threw the ball into the net. The cheerleaders were going crazy. Jay was taking off his gloves as he yelled from the field. "Woah, Jay!" I yell. He started to break dance. "Go, Jay! Go, Jay!" I repeated. The coach blew his whistle. "You! Get over here!" He pointed to Jay. He looked confused. Jay walked over to the coach; he looked super angry. As he should. I would be angry, too, if I hadn't had him on my team since the beginning. I stand from the bleachers and walk away.