•MCD One-Shotsᵀᴾᴬ

Gene x Reader // Pretend

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Pretend

Why do I do this?

"The game was totes awesome." I said, as we, the cheerleaders, walked down the hall. We were talking about the soccer game last Friday. We cheered for our team, of course, and we won by 15-12 points.

Is it so that people will like me? Ha, that's just BS. I hate people.

"(Y/N), you were killer out there!" Ivy said, as she and her 2 friends approached us. We were childhood friends, at least, we acted like that. I knew what she was really like. She bullied people who had a lower popularity status than her for no reason. She just wants to seem cool.

If I think like that, then why am I even friends with her?

I don't know. I just don't know.

How can I not know?!

I'm supposed to know who I am...

Everybody has at least an idea of who they are, what they will become...

But I don't.

I just pretend to know. I don't know why.

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When you sit with cheerleaders who love gossip, you're basically required to participate in the conversation. If you're eating and somebody asks you a question, well no luck sista! You have 5 seconds to answer the question.

Why am I sitting with them if I'm just gonna complain about their gossip habits?

He wasn't here today, as usual.

He was probably away with his gang somewhere. He was never in classes either, anyways. Giving up on looking around the cafeteria, I was about to start eating my food, but then a familiar voice called me.

"(Y/N)!"

"Yeah?-" I turn around to find a milkshake splashed onto me, covering my uniform and the ends of my (H/C) hair with the contents. And in front of me, was the person I was looking for.

Even if you're popular, things like this still happen. So what's the point of pretending to be someone you're not just to be popular?

The cafeteria filled with gasps as I slapped Gene in the face, making a giant red mark on his face. The 'slapping sound' echoed for a bit, as Gene stared at me. His eyes with a bit of shock, but he still had his cheeky smirk.

I ran out of the cafeteria to my locker, to get the melon-printed bag that had my extra uniform.

I ran to the nearest girls washroom, which you'd see in the next turn of hallways. I changed into my extra uniform, and washed the ends of my hair.

That apparently took too long, as I ended up missing Chemistry.

Why did I slap him?