"Hey, little missy!" Called a brute and obnoxiously loud voice from the other side of the hall. Loud, heavy footsteps echoed off the barren white walls and locked monochrome lockers. (Y/N) cringed at the sound of her enemy's voice, not wanting to deal with his bullshit when she was starving her ass off. The teenager inwardly groaned and dropped her books on the shiny tiled ground, a loud slap coming from the plastic math binder at the bottom. She crossed her arms and slowly turned around, instantly met face-to-face with the good-for-nothing, highschool bully, Cameron. The teen jock smirked and placed hand firmly the side of (Y/N)'s head, while the (h/c) haired female rolled her eyes and leaned against the locker, legs crossed, and an irritated aura surrounding the shapely feminine figure. "Hey, babe." Cameron cooed seductivly , grabbing a lock of (Y/N)'s lovely, soft hair and twirling it gently around his large finger.
"Don't you have somewhere better to be?" (Y/N) snapped with a snarl, slapping his meaty hand away from her hair. Cameron smirked and leaned in on her (s/c) face, enjoying the look of faint blushing popping out against her cheeks. She watched as he put a gentle yet heavy hand on the girl's waist, and (Y/N)'s frown grew bigger. "Get your fat hands off me you ugly piece of horse shit!" She shouted, pushing Cameron's hand off of her and stomping on his foot. He didn't flinch, but his cheeky smirk did grow.
"Awe, don't pretend you don't want this, (Y/N)." He said, licking his lips as he leaned into her slightly redden ear, "We both know you're just playing hard-to-get. But I'll have you in my grasp soon, you gorgeous little-" Before he could finish, (Y/N) had recoiled in disgust and gagged, pushing him away and leaning down to pick up her belongings. Cameron stumbled back, a suprised expression held on his usually smirking face. He watched in anger as (Y/N) walked off, her middle finger raised high in the air, and her math binder and anatomy book were held tightly to her chest.
(Y/N) held back a taunting smirk as she left her disrespectful finger in the air, boiling rage fuming within her. "Piss off and find someone else to be a boy-toy with." (Y/N) shouted from down the hall as calmly as she could, but there was no mistaking the blush on her face from the events that had just taken place. Once she was out of sight from the man-whore, her hand dropped to her side and she let out a soft breath of relife, glad to be out of sight from him. (Y/N) has had a major problem with him ever since she got into highschool. He was jock, and- (Y/N) couldn't lie - he was relativly cute, which when you add two and two, makes him the most popular guy in school. But he's a bully, and a spoiled douche who thinks he can get whatever he wants just by taking it.
He's dated pretty much every girl in school, besides (Y/N), which is why he's after her. But really, he's been after her from the beginning. He saw her as the prettiest girl in school and immediately began his constantly flirting with her, even when he was dating some other hoe-bag. She did feel bad for the women he dated though; getting treated like scum by other people because of who they were dating. (Y/N) didn't want to fall into any social standards of any sort, including make-up, dresses, cheerleading, popularity, and as of right now, even dating was off her list. She just didn't want to get judged off of outside standards.
With a sigh, (Y/N) stepped into the shortened lunch line, her hands stuffed into the pocket of her (f/c) hoodie, while her book and binder were secured by her arm and torso. She stared at the ground as the line got shorter and shorter, groups of students huddleing outside and sitting together, eating their lunch while they bathed in sunlight. (Y/N) glared at them, fists lenching together in her pocket. 'I swear, they think they're fucking royalty.' She spat in her head, taking her eyes off of them when she realized she was the only person left. She sighed and grabbed her food, heading out the door and instantly walking over to an empty bench in the shade. She placed down her tray and stuff and sat down on the weak wood, resting her head down on the table
A tired sigh escaped (Y/N)'s soft, (l/c) lips, her eye slightly twitching as she heard in on a conversation happening at the table next to her's, which was absolutely drenched in golden sunlight. "Look at Birdie." Said one of the girl's, her brunette hair swishing slightly as she looked over at a sleepy (Y/N). "Ugh, look at her hair! Does she ever wash that mop? It looks filthy!" Said another, also brunette, just with blue-green eyes. "And that outfit! I don't understand how guys can even be remotely attracted to such a pig." Said another, causing the girl's to start a giggleing fit. "Poor little Birdie, with a broken wing. Maybe one day she'll fly away and then we can finally get her ugly face out of the picture." Said a blonde, causing another rucus of ignorant giggles.
(Y/N) glared at the group, enraged of the nickname they had given her. "Birdie". It's not that she didn't like it, even though it's supost to be an insult, but the fact that they called her that just to get under her skin made her mad. She didn't know why they called her Birdie; maybe it was because she enjoyed to draw birds whenever she could? Maybe because someone found out about her dream of being a pilot when she was little? She had no clue, and she didn't want to know. She just wanted to stay blissfully ignorant.
Tuning out the lunch chatter, (Y/N)'s eyes traveled to the woods nearby the school, scanning the darkness within for any sign of human life. 'Rumors have gone around about that forest...' (Y/N) thought, before straightening up and staring into the shadows of the trees. Apparetly, people say the forest is haunted. Not by ghosts, but by monsters. It wasn't the kind you use to fear that were hiding under your bed when you were little. These mosters were murderers. Cold-blooded, real live murderes. 'But what do teenagers know, right? All they do is gossip about the next line of Gucci clothing... I mean, who the hell believes that a bunch of murderers would live in a huge mansion in the woods?' She thought to herself.
(Y/N) quickly turned her head to see if anyone was watching her, and lucky for her, no one was. Ignoring all the voices and signs that said not to, the (h/c) haired female stood up and sneakily walked over to the forest, managing to somehow gain no attention from the students of her school. She stood in front of an entrance that lead into the depts of the forest, the dirt path that curved through it looking rather fresh. Looking behind her, (Y/N) checked to see if anyone was looking, then ran inside of the forest.
"Your lack of trust will be the death of you, (Y/N)." Cackled a childish voice from the shadows as she watced the (e/c) eyed girl walk into the forest, not knowing what she just got herself into.
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Bloody Gorgeous (CreepyPasta X Reader)
Hayran Kurgu(Y/N) (L/N) was a beautiful young girl, although cold and heartless on the inside. "Don't judge a book by it's cover." She would always say, but no one would listen. They would still judge her, assume that because she was a bit smaller than the aver...
