Friends (SubzeroExtabyte x Reader )*Completed*

Chapter One

Y/N's POV
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Ughhhhhh I hate Mondays. Why do I even need to go to school? Why can't I be homeschooled? Wait, I know why. My parents are never freaking home. Guess I actually have to get up now. I slam my hand down at my phone which is resting on the nightstand, with the annoying alarm waking me up. I have to get up or I'll be late for school.

After getting ready, I'm pretty much good to go except for one thing. My hair won't dry. I still have some time so I guess it's fine. I have about an hour left before I have to catch the bus to school. I'm a sophomore in high school. I'm not exactly popular or unpopular. I'm average, I guess.

I don't have any friends. Not ever since the one friend I ever had left without saying anything. It's been four years though. He probably forgot about me. I kind of have trust issues... and by that I mean I avoid eye contact and humans overall. If I have no choice, I guess I'll have to suffer.

I'm on my school's volleyball team, but I would've made the basketball team but I decided on volleyball instead. I have honors English but not honors math. I'm pretty decent if you want to even call me that. A few people talk to me, and I'm taller than most of the school, even some of the seniors.

I cannot stand bullying. Of somebody is getting bullied, I have to interfere, it's not right, no matter how unbearable or unpopular the person is. Bullying is the worst way to treat a person and I will fight anybody who dares bully people. I've stood up for a few people since he left... he as in the one who shall not be named.

I guess with all this extra time waiting for my hair to dry, I can watch a Subzeroextabyte video. He is one of my favorite YouTubers but he doesn't talk or show his face. I wonder why. Anyways, I watch a fifteen-minute video and after, go to the kitchen to make me some yummy breakfast.

After breakfast, I decide to go to the bus stop since it's not as close to my house as I wish it was. I stand around waiting for the bus and plug my earbuds in to listen to some music.

After a while, the bus pulls up and I get in and sit near the back. There's not much room left, just the seat beside me and two other seats across. I hope nobody sits next to me.
As we pull up to the last bust stop, I take my earbuds out and stuff them back into my bag.

I stay on my phone for a while and two guys sit on the empty seats across me. Then, a cute guy with brown hair and green eyes enters the bus. He tries looking for a seat and I feel bad for him so I scoot over to let him sit next to me.

Then, I see his face up close. No. It's not. It doesn't make sense. He takes a seat and I quickly pull my hood over my head so he couldn't see my face. Then he says,"Thanks, I'm Sean."

No. It's the exact person I don't want it to be. It's him. Then he nudges me and asks,"Hey, what's your name?" I don't speak and just face away from him, looking out the window hoping that he wouldn't tell anymore.

I don't want to look at him or talk to him. He left me, he left without telling me anything. He didn't bother texting or calling, he left when I really needed him. I cannot talk to him, not now, not ever. I just hope he leaves like he does last time. I'm not ready to face him.

After a while, the bus finally pulls up in the school parking lot. I grab my backpack and rush out, being careful not to accidentally push someone over or shove into a person or bump into anybody. I hope he's not in any of my classes, or else I'm doomed. I guess I can avoid talking to him, maybe he won't notice me. Especially if he doesn't remember me.

I walk into my Algebra 2 class, which is my first class and guess who I see in that exact class. Sean! I rush over to my desk and take a seat. I have to take my hood off or I'll get detention. I hope I've changed over the years enough so that he won't recognize me.