Damian Wayne X Reader [ 1 ]

Part Two

*edited*

You walked into your history classroom to have all eyes on you. Your teacher, Mrs. Manchimes, gave you the devils glare making you uneasy.

"Miss. L/n, how nice of you to finally show up" she said with anger.

"Mrs. Manchimes, I can expl-" she cut you off. "Go to your seat!"
And without hesitation you rushed to your seat, second last row, second from the window.
You put your books down on our desk and looked to the front of the class, it was bad enough you were late it was even worse that it was in the class you were already failing.

Mrs. Manchimes had a stack of papers in her grip and she began to parade the class handing out the recent test, which you didn't study for.

She handed you back the test face down and with a dreaded expression you turned it over to see a big fat C- . Your mom was gonna kill you.

You spent the next 25 minutes trying to pay attention. Which you found difficult with all the things passing through your mind, of how your mom was going to kill you and that Wayne boy.

Without you noticing the next period bell rung. "Miss. L/n please stay a few extra minutes" mrs. Manchimes glared at you. You nodded nervously.

The rest of your class moved out and strutted up to Mrs. Manchimes desk, you were scared she'd call your mom for being late.

When you got to her desk she slid you another tarty before speaking; "Y/n, you've been failing class, as much as I don't really care, is everything going alright at home?"

"Y-yes ma'am" you honestly told her. "I-I just didn't study." You always stuttered when you were nervous. (Sorry if you don't.)

"Well then, I suppose there is something else we can accommodate" she left you suspenseful. "What is it then?"

"A tutor, you will met them today outside on the school yard, by the flag pole. Understood?" You nodded thankful that she didn't suspend you or call your mother. "You have been excused from detention but only to study, please get to your next class." She brought out a late slip for your next class. You nodded respectfully and walked out, heading to your next class.

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Thanks for reading my story, it means a lot, sorry if you don't like it if it's too cliché in trying.

-emprisse

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