The New Girl {SoulxReader}

First Day

"Here I go," you said. You aren't excited in going to your new school. You missed your old school.

"C'mon (y/n), it'll be fun! You'll meet new people that might inspire you." Your dad said.

It's all his fault you had to move. Your mom died in a car accident and your no-good dad has to take care of you.

"No it won't dad! No one likes emo kids like me in this place!" You yelled.

No one in Death City was emo. So when they saw you at the airport, they looked at you in disgust.

"Look, I know no one likes gothic people here. But maybe because of you, they could start knowing about them" your dad explained.

"I'm not gothic dad! It's emo... You wouldn't understand." You said.

"Fine, have it your way (y/n)." Your dad said.

Riiiingg!!!

"Oh shit, I'm going to be late!" You said, worried.

"Well, you are new. So maybe they could accept you being late to class" your dad said, kissing you on your cheek. Then he left.

The only reasons you liked your dad is because he let you cuss in front of him. Also he doesn't t give a damn about your taste of music is.

You ran to the office to get a paper to know which class you go. Also the vice principal went with you to introduce you to the class.

First period: math

You walked inside the classroom and saw all the student looking at you. 'What could they be thinking about me?' You asked yourself. They looked a little weird to you, your not use to seeing a kid with natural stripes in their hair.

"Good morning class! We have here a new student here! All the way from (y/c){y/c: your city}! Be good to her y'all!" Said the vice principal. Everyone was whispering to each other. You could here the whispers Loud and clear. It was about you and your emoness.

"Well, ummm emo girl, you may sit in the empty chair in front of Soul. Soul, could you please raise your hand?" Said the teacher, Mr. Laws.

'Wow, emo girl, never thought a teacher will say that' you thought.

"My name is (y/n) by the way." You explained, looking for the student that supposed to raise there hand.

"Okay, (y/n), because Soul is not raising his hand, just look for the kids that has white hair and red eyes." Mr. Laws said.

You walked to the only student that had white hair. He looked that he was sleeping, so that's why you couldn't see his eyes... Hmmm red?!?!

You looked at the board with thought. You were thinking about the promises you made to your friends and father. You promised you dad to get good grades. Because in your old school, you were one of the trouble makers, bullies. You promised your friends to talk to them everyday in social media or normal text, phone, and FaceTime. But you also promised to never fall in love with the people from here. You thought that will never happen because you thought they all looked weird. Until you grabbed a pencil from your black Jansport back pack. When you looked up, the white hair kid woken up. 'Holy shit! He's hot!!!' You thought. He looked at you with curiosity but you turned away to not blush. 'Oh no, I can't have a crush on him!' You thought. You don't want to break your friends promise. He tapped your soldier. You turned around to see what he wanted.

"Yes?" You asked.

"I never seen you before, when did you get here?" He asked.

"I'm new here and I barely came like 20 minutes ago" you answered.

"Oh okay. What's your name? My name is Soul by the way" Soul said.

"My name is (y/n)." You said.

"Nice to meet you, you should hit me up one day to get to know each other" he said, passing you a small piece of paper folded in a neat square. It had his number.

You got a small piece of paper and wrote yours, because you hated people saying 'who are you'.

"Here is mine" you said , passing him the piece of paper.

"Thanks" he said, smirking with is razor teeth out.

You smiled and turned away. 'Oh my Lord! He talked to me!' You thought. Then you shook your head. You promised to not fall in love. 'But it's my decision not theirs' you thought again. But a promise is a promise.

Time flew until 2nd period.

Second period: history

You walked in the class room that the paper with all your classes said. The teacher, Mr. Stein, said to sit in the chair with the window. What a coincidence, you sit next to Soul.

"We meet again (y/n)" Soul said all happy.

'Why is he happy?' You thought.

"Hehe, I guess" you said.

"I heard you were kind of emo, eh. I never seen an emo" he said.

'Here it goes with emo haters' you thought again

"Yeah, you got a problem?" You said, not staring into his crimson red eyes.

"Wow wow wow WOW! I don't have a problem. I'm just reassuring if your emo or not. It's a rumor, I don't know if a rumor is true or not, you know what I mean?" Soul said.

"True, but can't you tell that I'm emo?" You said, pointing to your shirt.

You were wearing a Twenty-One Pilots shirt, have eyeliner around your eyes to make your eyes pop, and mascara. You also straightened you hair to a some sort emoish.

"No never heard any bands in my life. Or any songs where other people live." Soul explained.

Your mouth dropped open. Death City is a hidden place where they block the outside world. So yeah, never heard any songs that are new these days or old. Only listened to jazz and classical music.

"Really, never heard of like any famous songs or artists?!?!" You said loudly.

"Well, if you count Mozart one, haha" he said.

'This is going to be hell, without my culture' you thought.
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