Cutie And The Clown A Humanstuck Gamzee x Reader

Chapter 1

Be yourself

You are now yourself. Your name is _____ (your name) and you attend Alternia Highschool. You are popular for your looks, mostly. You never wanted to be popular, but it just happened. Popularity never mattered to you. You don't know what people see in you. You feel like and average girl with average looks and an average life.

You arrive at school only to become crowded by your "friends." You know who you can trust and know that these girls just want to be around you for popularity. God, do you hate popularity. But, it is not so bad all the time. You tell everyone that you need to get going and get your stuff for class. With that note, people leave you alone.

A second later, a boy walks up to you. You know this boy. Not only that, but you hate him. His name is Eridan Ampora, a boy who doesn't take no for an answer. "Hello, _____ (your name)!" he says. "Hello, Eridan. I need to get the fuck to class so can you leave me alone for once?" you say a little too harshly than you expected that to come out as. As you turn around and start walking away, he responds, "well cod, _____ (your name)! No need to be so rude! That time of month again, huh?" he gives you a douchy smirk. You instantly spin your head around at this comment and shoot daggers from your raging eyes, putting a look of both regret and fear on the fish-boy's face. "Say that again and you can say goodbye to all your Harry Potter books," you threatened, proud of yourself for coming up with such a brilliant revenge plan right off the top of your head. He screeches in terror and you shoot him a sly smirk and then turn around. You start making your way to class when the bell rings. You pick up your pace since you really don't want to receive any shit from your teacher for arriving late.

You walk into your first period class, Home Economics, a class where you cook and sew shit. You know that many schools don't have this class. You joined this class because it's and easy "A." Your teacher starts talking about something that catches your ear. "We have a knew student today who has decided to attend our class! Please welcome our new friend, Gamzee Makara!" the old bat yelled. You didn't like her, mostly because she had some kind of grudge against you.

The new classmate walked in. You recognized him right away. Gamzee was the school stoner. Everyone knew he was smoking something when he wasn't in class. He was also mysterious, at least he seemed that way to you. He covered his face with face paint- making him look like a clown, for no reason of course. This kind of baffled you and made you curious to know what was under that mask. Overall, Gamzee was quite cute. He was very tall and muscular. His raven black hair look kind of... majestic and adorable all at once. His fashion taste was certainly... interesting, with his black poka-dotted pants and black t-shirt with- what you guessed was his zodiac sign- an indigo Capricorn sign. He was strange, that was for sure.

The old bat went on about having partners and what project we would be assigned. "_____ (your name), even though you insist on working alone, it seems that we now have an even amount of students, so you and Gamzee will work together!" she says. This gets you angry. "What?! But, I can't work with him!" you yell, causing people to stare. You blush in embarrassment. "AwW, cOmE oN sIs! I'm SuRe It WoN't Be ThAt BaD! hOnK," the juggalo says. "Hmph..." you whine. People are still staring as he takes a seat next to you in the back. "What are you all looking at?!" you whisper-yell. Soon, people turn back around. You turn your head towards the clown. "You better not mess this up for me! I need an 'A,' so don't fuck up!" you whisper to the stoner. Being the druggie he was, you figured he wasn't too bright. Maybe you jumped to conclusions too quickly. "OkAy! ChIlL, mOtHeRfUcKeR! i GoT iT!" he responds. "Good. That's what I want to here!" you whisper after turning your head to the front.

After some time, a few minutes until class is over, the teach finally assigns projects. You cross your fingers for cooking. Sewing has never really been your thing. When the old woman finally gets to you and Gamzee, she gives you a sewing project. You swear a few times under your breathe. You know she does this on purpose. That old bat just really wants you to fail, doesn't she?

You and Gamzee's assignment is to each sew something that represents your life or what you love, etc. But, both prices of art must connect someway, like some shape that had been broken in half or puzzle pieces or maybe matching clothing. You groan from how cheesy the dumb project is. The bell rings and you leave the class only to be pulled back by someone grabbing your arm.