Red

"Little" Red "Riding" Hood Whitgrass

WARNING: This one is HORROR. Involves wretched acts and eating.

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I was barely concentrating on the literature lesson as I doodled in my sketchbook. It was another fae creature, one that needed a serious pedi, as Goldi would say.

Goldilocks, my little sister.

My parents, and their group of friends, are obsessed with fairy tales, causing them to name their children after the characters, buy merchandise, have weird expectations of us, and so on.

But my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Whitgrass, and Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe were the biggest competitors in the game.

William Wolfe, my supposed arch-nemesis looked pretty much exactly as you would expect the Big Bad Wolf to look like in some manga. His features sharp, eyes golden, hair a light chocolate brown, and the supposed 'bad boy' vibe. Yeah, he had a crowd of stalking girls every time he came to visit. Occasionally, there are guys, but not a lot, sonce we live in a mostly "homophobic" area.

Anyways...

When we were younger and, knowing "our" story well, he kept making jokes about him eating Gran and I.

Yeah, no. Nobody is going to eat my Gran.

Now every time he visits, its spent with him sort of staring at me intensely. When I visit him, I used to babble uncomfortably; now I just sketch while he stares at me like a creepy creeper.

One of his fangirl's once walked up to me and told me she shipped us so hard. ...What even is shipping? And creepy much?

While Will gets an actual name, I get Red as my first name. That's a color, Mom and Dad, not a name. To make matters worse, they thought it was a good idea to make my middle name Hood. Who the fuck's name is Hood? Cue the 'are-you-okay' look from the nurse at my birth. Should've saved me from embarrassment, huh?

So, to make the best of it, I dressed up as Red Hood from DC Comics. Y' know, Jason Todd?

Yeah, okay. Bad joke. But I absolutely rocked that costume I made in home-ec.

And the endless, "Hey, Little Red Riding Hood!'s" from my parents' friends and some teachers are extremely annoying.

Like I haven't already suffered enough.

And Goldi looked the spitting image of the girl in our storybook. Golden curls, big blue eyes, dazzling smile, she even had the adventurous personality. But she wasn't teased for her storybook name like me, which I was supremely jealous of, though she was a bit of an airhead.

Me? Well, Goldi called me hot a few times. I'm not really sure if she was saying that out of pity or not.

Pretty sure out of pity. Pretty sure. Totally.

Okay, maybe not.

But probably-

Okay, this is getting old.

But right now, while I doodled the class on Main Idea away, Wolfe was sitting next to me, his expression bored, chin in his palm, a frown, and eyelids drooping. Most of the class, girls, also had their chins in their palms, but were more...er...infatuated with him than bored.

In my opinion, ew.

Nearing the end of class, he leaned across the aisle and watched me draw for a few minutes. I had already started another piece, this one of Little Red Riding Hood getting eaten by the Big Bad Wolf. He was feasting on her guts, maw covered in blood. I drew it like I was taking a photograph, like he acknowledged the photographer. It was enough to send shivers down my spine.