Patrick Stump Imagines

4 - Misfits

To start with, Misfits would be a mini series and I got some ideas from Eleanor and Park and Anatomy of a Misfit. I loved those novels so much xoxo

Also, the entire story happens during high school :D

Y/LN - your last name
Y/e/c - your eye color
Y/h/c - your hair color

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Patrick's POV

Mr. Berkley's lesson was interrupted when the school principal entered our room. I don't know what they're talking about since it took almost twenty minutes of our time.

When he went back, he was with a girl who wears longsleeves and long skirts for hot weathers. Like you know, the sun is really radiating hot and you still choose to wear clothes that are designed for winter.

"Everyone," Mr. Berkeley says, "This is Y/N. Your new classmate." He adds.

On the other hand, Y/N's a tall girl who has her y/h/c hair flying on different directions and some of it are concealing her face. She has y/e/c eyes and obviously, they were hidden by her flying hair.

I hope it wasn't only me who sees her as a fragile one who would fly away when blown.

Y/N's crooked pale lips twitch into a smile for us. I guess she wasn't used to socializing with others.

"Please take the seat behind Mr. Stump," the teacher points to my direction and watch as Y/N walk towards my direction. I slip my right foot and she trips, falling on the ground.

So clumsy. I said in my mind.

My eyes and hers met. It doesn't say anything at all, dull.

The class was brought to laughter as I watch her pick her things on the ground. Y/N didn't look at me or flushed, it seems that she's used to it. On the other hand, Pete was stiffling his laughs since his girlfriend, Maegan, was stopping him in doing so.

She made her way behind me, Mr. Berkeley shooting me a see-me-after-class look.

Fine.

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"Mr. Stump, it is not good to make fun of others." Berkeley says and to be honest, his words are like out from a broken cassette that plays and plays over. "One more try and you'll be sent into detention, Mr. Stump."

He always mentions that he would send me into detention, and call my parents but in reality, he never did.

"Do you understand, Mr. Stump?"

"I do understand, sir." I say, my voice low. He dismisses me and I follow Pete, Joe and Andy in the cafeteria.

There's nothing new in the cafeteria and then there's Y/N, the new girl in class, sitting alone. As I sat down, I found them watching Y/N eat as she reads a physics book with passion.

What a nerd, I say in my head. Who would love physics and math?

But it seemed like she wasn't reading the physics book itself. If I wasn't mistaken, she's reading the current issue of Watchmen.

"Was that Watchmen?" I ask Pete in shock. He knows how I loved Watchmen and I would kill to have my own copy of the comics.

"Wait...she's not reading her physics book?" He asks in surprise.

Then, she flips the comic book close then places it in her old back pack that seemed like going to break in any minute, then, continues to read the real contents of her physics book.

"Do you guys have any idea why she wears longsleeves?" Andy asks.

"I do wonder too, Andy." I whisper.

"Maybe she has tattoo all around her body." Joe teases.

"She doesn't have any." I snap, remembering the loose skin on her back a while ago.

"Dude, why you didn't remind me that we have an exam in algebra later?" Suddenly, Tyler rants to Josh, grabbing my attention. My head swung to their direction and I guess we're all going to be fucked in that exam.

"We have exams later?" I asked.

"Josh said there was, but I can't remember a single word from that monster!" He slams his hands on the table.

"Same Tyler, same." I say sassily.

The bell rang and we immediately went to class, the thought of failing our tests obvious in our faces.

But then, I remember Y/N. She's just new and I know she doesn't have any idea on what our current lesson on Algebra was all about.

When I was about to give a test paper to her, I noticed the adhesive bandages wrapped around her fingers and how her nails have bruise-like colors on it. It wasn't nail polish, more like a dry blood on it.

I wasn't able to answer any item in the exam. I wonder if she has done anything. Meh. I'll bet she gets a zero.

The moment we passed our papers, Miss Jackson, as always, sorted the papers on her left and right.

The papers on the left are the ones that have incomplete answers or blank at all; the ones on the right are the papers that were answered thoroughly.

Most of the papers are on the left while there is only one paper on the right.

Everytime she checks the papers, either left or right, there's a frown on her face, but this time, there's nothing obvious to her face, a big smile from ear to ear.

"Miss Y/LN?" She calls. All heads turn to Y/N, who was obviously drowning in her thoughts about the clouds.

I tap her shoulder and I watch her wince.

"Miss Y/LN?" Miss Jackson calls again.

"Y-yes?" She murmured. Jackson gives her a sign to come forward. She hands Y/N's paper, then a small smile formed on her lips.

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It's annoying in the bus. Pete sat next to Brendon while Andy sat next to Joe. The only space left is with the weird Y/N who loved physics and aced the math exam.

Without any word, I sat down next to her. It's like the clouds and her got a solid connection. You'll never find out how to distract her from it.

The bus started to move and I'm going to have a trip shared with the weird Y/N who loved physics and aced the mathematics test a while ago.