The Lucky Life Of None (11th DoctorxReader)

I waited

You watched the Doctor's blue police box which he called the Tarris, or the Tardin- or something like that- phase away just as the rain picked up. You also learned that he kept your bag under the console and had actually been reading your history book in the time that you were passed out. He told you that it was highly inaccurate, as well. You just kept smiling at him trying to avoid bursting into laughter; someone who could travel through all of history probably would see all of the ridiculous errors in historical documentation. Eventually you told him that he could keep it for the week, if he promised to bring it back to you remotely unharmed. He then rushed to tell you that he could show you some of the things that he was talking about in his Tatis. Of course, you agreed to this idea. That was, if he ever came back for you.

That was three weeks ago. The Doctor and his magical blue time machine-space ship had begun to feel like a distant dream. You started to think that he was. As you prepared yourself for your first class of the day, you looked in the mirror and sighed.

It didn't matter anyway. It had all been an elaborate dream, and it'd stemmed from the confrontation you had with Travis and his numb-skull lackies earlier on. You figured that sense you were slightly traumatized, your mind yearned for an escape. So you created the Doctor -a man who could take you literally anywhere- to escape a desperate situation.

You did what makeup you could and smiled at your reflection. Then you frowned; makeup just wasn't working for you today. Taking a makeup wipe, you scrubbed the mascara and lip colour off of your face, prompting a small tear to fall.

A part of you still had hope that your dopey dream guy was real, and that, one day soon, he'd come back for you.  Once again, it did you no good to sit around and wait for him.

You pushed yourself to move forward and left your apartment. Today, you'd just sog through and hopefully everything would be alright.

~~~~~~Time skip over the candlestick~~~~~~

You'd just finished today's last class,  and barely. You were still, in spite of the three weeks that had past since your chase, apprehensive about walking home on your original route- although you hadn't seen Travis since then either.

It was a process, but you talked yourself into- rather, walked yourself onto your path solemnly. You kept your head down, but you kept a quiet eye out for trouble.

For the most part, your walk had gone smoothly, and even worked to calm your nerves. The air wasn't too hot or dry; too wet or muggy.  It was, however predicted  to thunderstorm,  and you could smell the rain in the atmosphere, confirming the weather man's suspicions.

Humming a made up tune, you continued to walk until you hit a corner. At this particular corner, you saw three-maybe four- towering figures huddled with their backs to you. They were all hooded,  but you knew just exactly who these four goons were. They were your favorite nightmare. The Travis bully squad.co.

You went to turn away,  but one of them spotted you and triggered the others to turn to you. You began to run. You didn't know where you'd go,  but you ran, and they chased  after you.

You saw a little nook in an alley behind a dumpster that might've taken some warming up to had you the time, but you were already approaching it too quickly to turn it down. You jumped on your brakes and crouched behind the rather smelly dumpster. Soon enough, three bodies ran right past you, giving way to a heavy sigh in relief. You felt soft, slow drops of rain on your head, alerting you to the need to get out of here and back home fast. You quickly stood and turned to get out of the alley, only to be stopped. You'd run into something. Upon further observation, you realized that you had just run into someone. You looked up, silently pleading for it not to be Travis or one of his goons.