Emo Boy x Reader

Damien

A/N:
PoV=Point of Veiw
(Y/n)=Your Name
(H/l)=Hair Length
(H/c)=Hair Color
(F/s)=Favorite Song
(F/f)=Favorite Food
(F/b)=Favorite Band
(F/a)=Favorite Anime
(M/n)=Mom's Name
If there are multiple words in parentheses separated by slashes, choose the one that applies to you.
If I add anything else in future chapters, I will say what it means at the beginning of the chapter. Enjoy!
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(Y/n)'s PoV:

Beep beep beep b-

I hit snooze on my annoying alarm clock. I did not want to go to school today. At least it's Friday. I thought to myself. After laying under my blankets for about a minute, I groaned and rolled out of bed. Once I had finished getting ready I left my bedroom, stopping to look at myself in my full length mirror. I adjusted my (h/l) (h/c) hair and smiled, pleased with my appearance.

I made my way to the kitchen and ate (f/f). Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I told my mom bye and waited for the school bus with a few kids who lived near me. After a few minutes, the yellow bus approached and I was the last to get on. I was wearing my headphones, blocking out the sound of the students around me. (F/s) came on and I started lightly tapping my foot to the beat of the song.

We arrived at school and I went to Mr. Belom's classroom like I do every morning. When I entered the classroom, Mr. Belom was having what appeared to be a serious discussion with the school's "bad boy", Damien Harper. I walked to my desk and sat down, removing my headphones as I did so. I have had a bit of a crush on him for about a year now, so I kind of wanted to hear what was being said. I know it's wrong, but I couldn't help myself.

"I will not tolerate this any longer. As your homeroom teacher, I am the one the principle discusses your behavior with. He is seriously considering expulsion. You need to get your act together, Damien. I'm only trying to help you. This is your last chance at this school." Mr. Belom was staring at him, waiting for a response.

"Whatever." Damien finally said.

Mr. Belom put his hand on the boy's forearm. "I know that it's been hard for you since your mother passed Damien, but that was over two years ago. Do you really think she would be proud of the way you act out?"

Damien yanked his arm from Mr. Belom and grabbed his bag from one of the desks in the front of the room. I didn't realize it, but I had been staring. He looked up and we made eye contact. I blushed and quickly looked down. Damien turned and walked out of the classroom.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Students began filing into the room. A few greeted me as they walked past my seat, but I was too distracted to notice. I had never seen Damien Harper show any emotion other than anger, but when he looked at me, I swear I saw tears in his blue eyes.

Mr. Belom had given us a free day. I listened to music and read a Death The Kid fanfiction on Wattpad until class ended. As I walked through the door into the hallway, I felt a light tugging on my backpack. I turned around to find Damien leaning against the wall with his finger hooked on the handle of my bag. "Hey (Y/n)." He said.

"Um, hi." I replied. I wasn't even sure how he knew my name. I don't have much of a reputation at my school. There are a lot of people who probably don't even know I exist.

"Watcha listening to?" He asked, releasing my bag.

"Oh uh, it's (f/b)." I said. 'Why do I feel so nervous?' I thought.

"I like that band. They're pretty good."

"Um yeah. They are." I said, looking at my feet.

He chuckled to himself. I looked at him with a confused expression. "Well aren't you just an awkward little turtle?" He said.