Wanderlust (Bill Cipher x Reader)

Chapter 10: Misanthropy

~I feel like this song really vibes with the whole angsty loner teen thing. -Z~

Chapter 10:

You started school with relative ease, but you found the kids to be a lot meaner than last year. There were more cliques than any other year. If you weren't pretty or didn't follow fashion trends or didn't basically bow down to the popular kids, they treated you like dirt. They looked down on you for not following the pack, for not being part of the school hivemind. Even Ash slowly left you for cooler, more "in vogue" friends, whatever that meant. It didn't  bother you that much, though. You spent most of your afternoons at the library or online searching for anything you could on space travel, extraterrestrials, the paranormal, and even demons. You were determined to be ready for any planet you and Bill visited.

He's working up to visiting more dangerous, more sophisticated worlds. I have to prepare myself; I can't-

Someone walking by and knocking one of your books off the lunch table jolted you out of your thoughts. You had been sitting alone by one of the windows and spacing out.

"Oh jeez, sorry man that was totally an accident, don't hate me," a slightly overweight kid with brown hair said nervously.

You looked up at him, trying to read his face and supposed that he was sincere.

"As long as it was just an accident, I won't hold it against you," you said with a smile.

"Well, that's a relief. The name's Thompson," he said and bent down to pick up the fallen book.

"Dr. Crackpot's Guide to Alien Species," he read, handing you the book.

You blush, somewhat embarrassed.

"Uh, yeah, it's not the best reference, but it has a lot of detailed pictures."

"Oh are you writing a book or something," he asked, genuinely intrigued.

"Um..." Nope, I made a deal with this demon and now I have to meet these freaky monsters. "Uh, yep, yes, definitely. I am totally writing a book. Why else would I be reading all these books about fictional, totally not real aliens?"

"That's so rad! But why are you sitting all the way over here by yourself during lunch? I-"

"Hehehe, look at Thompson talking to that crazy girl, Y/n," a girl from across the room shrieked.

The entire cafeteria turned to look at you, and everyone at the girl's table started laughing.

You blushed again and looked away.

"That's why. Better run off before you catch whatever social disease I have."

Thompson looked nervously at them and then back to you. He scratched the back of his head.

"Look I-I gotta g-go, see you around," he stammered and quickly walked away.

You sighed and rested your chin on your hand. You looked out the windows of the cafeteria and watched as snow began to fall. You were thankful that today was the last day of school before winter break.

"The end of the day won't come soon enough," you mumbled and finished your repulsive school lunch.

When the day ended you hurried to gather your books from your locker, and you rushed out the front door. The sparkling snow covered everything with a thin blanket. You zipped up your black coat, put in your earbuds, threw up your hood, and started the journey home. The air was crisp and refreshing in your lungs. Every so often you got the strange feeling that someone was watching you, but you passed it off as paranoia. You got lost in your thoughts as you walked, your favorite band blasted in your ears. You had only walked a short distance when a snowball pelted you in the back of the head.