Warren x Reader OneShots (Life Is Strange)

Bad Week

In this you are new to Blackwell and are not involved with Warren.

You walked out of your last class of the day, silently wiping away the tears threatening to fall with the sleeve of your jacket. You felt as if the week couldn't get worse. On the first day of Blackwell prep you misplaced your classes and went to science instead of history, getting flustered as you had to be redirected to the office and get the right schedule from the office lady.

Afterwards on the next day you had accidentally mixed the wrong ingredients together, making the ultimate chemical explosion. It ruined your textbook and now you had to order a new one with the money you could barely afford.

Then you had to just make a bigger idiot out of yourself by blurting out a random answer to a math question. And instead of letting you off the hook, the teacher called you out of class for disruptive calling out.

Some math protegy you are.

Thankfully, You had finally made a friend. It was a one up from the past events. Kate Marsh was one of the kindest souls you could ever meet. Instead of teasing you she told you a story about how a fee weeks ago she got the years mixed up on a history test. So according to her paper, Christopher Columbus was born in 1957. It definitely boosted your own confidence on becoming a good student at Blackwell.

But then the week went back to being the worst when Victoria yelled at you for tripping over her own backpack and a interesting fact about you- you will cry if anyone yells at you. Even if you just raise your voice to say something hurtful tears will be shed. And since this week has been so bad, You felt like you probably deserved it for being such a clumsy idiot.

Gulping down the lump in your throat, You pushed the door open of the girls' dorm. Heading straight to your room was giving you a headache from how concentrated you were for staying locked in your room the rest of the year. But somehow you looked at the ground and slowly walked to your dorm. Of course you weren't good enough to go to Blackwell. You knew it was too good to be true when you left home and for here.

The crying stopped but your eyes were completely red and puffy. Thankfully you didn't wear any makeup. But you still felt like sitting in a corner and crying again. Maybe you ran out of tears. You stopped in the middle of the hallway.

You were being too sensitive. Why the hell were you being such a baby? But then you remembered how much hatred and meaning were in those words Victoria said to you.

You sighed.

Was it worth it? You could tell that not many of the teacher's liked you. You were awkward and quiet when they asked you how or when you became skilled in mathematics and you never raised your hand in class to answer questions in fear of getting it wrong. But you never got the answers wrong. Somehow instead of them thinking highly of you they just thought you were an ordinary obnoxious teen.

Actually now that you noticed it, you would have to suck it up. Suck it up and rough it out. But it was so different without your older sister or friends here to support you. You wondered if they even missed you.

Shrugging to yourself, you kept walking. For some reason, a boy way taller than you rushed out of nowhere and crashed into your smaller frame. Books and papers flew around you. Notes and pencils scattered around the floor. You fell onto the rough carpet. Well what do you know? Another thing to apologize for.

"I-Im s-sorry!" You stumbled on your words, feeling stupid for even trying to talk to someone who might be like Victoria and scold you for their own actions. "Please don't yell at me.." You whispered to yourself as you looked up to see who was still standing.