The Lucky Life Of None (11th DoctorxReader)

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WACK! You heard as you woke up.

"Aaaah." Your maths teacher sounded relieved. "She awakens." She lifted a heavy book from the side of your table. Right. You were asleep. And she'd been the one calling you out. Not the aliens.

"Well that would explain one thing." You affirmed aloud.

"I'm sorry?" Mrs. Rinbeg scoffed, prompting the whole lecture room to roar with laughter. She, too succumbed to a quiet laughter before she looked at you, trying to seem unamused. "Did you enjoy your sleep, Miss (L/n)? Perhaps more than calculus?" The class filled out with a smaller laughter once again.You lazily tipped your head diagonally, lips pursed. Mrs. Rinbeg tried to suppress her smile with a sigh. Just then, every student in the room began to scramble, putting their books away and getting out their materials for the next class. Some carrying them all in arms as if they wouldn't have enough time to arrange them before the next class. It must've been 2:00. "I trust you'll all do your homework this time around! I WILL be checking!" She screeched over the madness of shuffling papers and zipping bags. She had such a soft voice that sometimes you wondered what she was doing in a big lecture room like this, all by her self. She turned back to you with disappointment. "No homework for you." She turned away and began to walk towards her desk as fast as her tight pencil skirt and skinny heels would allow.

"Sorry." You were barely able to manage as the last of the stragglers- the ones who, like you, didn't have classes after this one- began to leave.

"But I do expect your 110% the next time I see your face." She ignored your apology and started clearing her board of equations. "You're a brilliant student. One of the most brilliant." She stated. You knew she held you in such high regards, all the time. She admired you because you always got top marks and it didn't take you as long as it did other students to figure out the hardest of probems. You could dare say you were her favorite, and because of that, she allowed you to do and have things like sleeping in class and extensions on homework and papers. She knew you sometimes had trouble focusing, and on occasion, sleeping, which made you respect her like a parent.

"Okay." You caved, grabbing your bag and heading out of the door.

"And (Y/n)?" She called. You turned back to her. "Please get some sleep." You smiled at her and continued to walk out of her classroom.

As you walked down the halls and out of the main building of your campus, you weren't really sure what you were thinking about, but it definitely wasn't where you were going, because at some point, you rammed into someone. Someone much bigger than you were.

"Oh- I'm so sorry." You looked up to see Travis. A beefy, blonde, arrogant, jock you'd met in third grade who thought he was going to bully his way into college. He was wrong. He was a bully for sure, and he even bullied you, but one day in seventh grade, you'd had enough and socked him right in the muzzle. Although both the teachers and the students of your school were silently grateful, you were both suspended. That was the last you'd seen of him until the first day of college. "Nevermind." You shoved past him. He turned from his friends to stare at your back unforgivingly, and truthfully, in a way that would've made you very uncomfortable, had you been turned around to see it.

Countinuing on your path, you barely noticed Travis and his friends beginning to follow you down your usual route home. As you walked at your usual pace, they picked up speed. This continued until you'd hit a corner and saw them almost behind you from your peripheral. You picked up considerable speed and turned down unknown corners until they seemed to be gone.

You stopped in an alleyway to catch your breath. It appeared as if you'd out run them, but then you heard slow, maniacal footsteps in front of you, where the alley met the street. You looked up to see none other than Travis and his cliche posse of beefy jocks like himself.