The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 x Male Reader Insert)

Chapter 5 - 'The Preppy, The Sociopath, and the Social Outcast'

(Y/N) - (Your Name)

(L/N) - (Last Name)

(F/C) - (Favorite Color)

(E/C) - (Eye Color)

- OG Class of '09 Saga -

*Disclaimer*

Class of '09 is respectively owned and created by SBN3.

The story itself features few major plot points from the original game.

All art used belongs to their respectful owners, don't hang me!

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(Y/N)'s POV

Imagine life as a vast chessboard, where the important figures in your life are embodied by the pieces. How would you strategize to claim victory? Would you sacrifice the pawns—those whose connections to you are more distant, less emotional? Would you risk the powerful knights, those well-rounded and influential allies? Or would you rely solely on the strength of the queen, representing your most cherished loved one, to push through with sheer determination? What if you didn't want to sacrifice any of them? I wouldn't want to sacrifice them even if my life depended on it. But what if those pieces chose to sacrifice themselves for you, the King? How would you respond when those who matter most put everything on the line for your protection and triumph? Would you be a martyr and die in vain on a battlefield painted and stained in the color of crimson or will you be covered in bruises, blue and purple but go on to fight another day? The end is inevitable even with those are who're an upper echelon of society. Heroes die once, hollows die twice, villains die thrice.

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Class of '09

LHS: Chain of Memories

[Northern-Virginia, Burke]

[3:30pm | (Y/N)'s Home]

[September 21st, 2007]

Laying on the mattress, I stared at the ceiling again—yeah, the same boring, beige expanse I had seen hundreds of times, each time a reminder that the universe had some sick sense of humor. I could almost hear the lazy hum of the ceiling fan, and it almost felt like it was mocking me. The sheets tangled around me like they had a personal vendetta, drawing me deeper into their sticky grip, promising a sweet surrender to endless drowsiness. I wasn't complaining. Honestly, I could stay here forever if not for that gnawing feeling in the back of my skull, like an itch I couldn't scratch. Something was off.

And that something was Nicole.

The last thing I needed was to get involved with Lake Braddock's most dangerous criminal—a gym teacher who apparently made a hobby out of sneaking peeks at girls way too young for him. But sure, I was pulled into it because, apparently, I have a knack for getting tangled in problems that don't belong to me. Nicole needed help getting rid of this creep, and for reasons I still couldn't fully explain, I agreed to help. Some deep-seated, misguided sense of "doing the right thing," I guess. Of course, I should've known better. The moment I stepped onto school grounds and was called into Principal Lynn's office, my nice, simple, unnoticed high school life was officially over. Now, I'm the guy who helps take down gym teachers, apparently.

Could've been worse, though. I suppose.

With a grunt, I finally peeled myself off the mattress, my back curling forward like a crab ready to scuttle away from the reality of the day. The heat in the blankets was suffocating, like a claustrophobic trap designed to keep me in a state of miserable comfort. No choice but to shed my shirt to catch some air. Whatever, it wasn't like I had anything worth showing off. I wasn't some gym rat with muscles big enough to choke someone out on command. Nor was I the "anorexic but has good bone structure" guy who made people wonder if I had an eating disorder. I was somewhere in between—just another nameless body that existed in a balancing act of average.