13 Reasons Why Imagines

Go F*ck Yourself (Bryce x Reader)

Bryce Walker. The biggest douchebag I have ever met in my life. Besides my step-father. This dickwad has bullied me since we were, I don't know, fucking seven? Yeah, so since like first grade.

I don't know why he was such a dick. He had money, friends, got all the alcohol he wanted even though he was under aged. Girls seemed to eye him up even though he acted like a fucking creep around girls.

Hannah Baker told me that she went and got candy at the store once and Bryce straight up grabbed her ass. Fucking pig. He was just like every high school guy: an asshole who just wanted to get a quick and easy lay.

I was sitting in class and I saw paper balls flying past me and landing on my desk. I was trying my best to ignore them until I felt a few hitting me in the back of my head. I turned in my seat and stared at Bryce who smirked and threw another fucking ball of paper at me. This God damn ball hit me right between my eyes.

"For the love of God, Bryce! Stop throwing these paper balls at me! I'm trying to fucking learn!" I shouted. The class got quiet as everyone's attention turned to myself and Bryce.

"Miss (L/N)! We do not use that type of language in this classroom!" The teacher spoke. I rolled my eyes and turned back in my seat. Once again, as I tried to pay attention to the lesson, MORE FUCKING BALLS WERE HITTING THE BACK OF MY HEAD.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD. Bryce, for fucks sake! I'm trying to do this class work and pay attention but you keep throwing these stupid balls of paper at me! Stop it God dammit!" I shouted as I picked up a handful of paper balls. I quickly threw them at him as the teacher cleared her throat.

"Miss (L/N) and Mister Walker! I. Want you both out of my class right now! Both of you march yourselves to the principals office!" The teacher said. I huffed in anger as I packed my shit up and went to the office. Once there, I sat in a chair and crossed my one leg over the other.

"Oh, Miss (Y/N)! I just got a call from your teacher. I'll deal with Bryce when he walks in. Mister Porter would like to speak with you." The principal said as he came out of his office. I chuckled softly.

Mister Porter wanting to speak with me? He hasn't done shit for me. He suggested I visit him once a week to talk about my feelings, my family, shit like that like he was my fucking therapist. I told him how my step-father was an abusive drunken asshole. Has Mister Porter done shit? No. The mother fucker told me I should call the damn police if he ever got bad with my mother or I.

"Hello, (F/N). It's been awhile since I've seen you. I heard you had an outburst in class today." Mister Porter said as I entered his office. I rolled my eyes as I closed the door behind me.

"Bryce was throwing those stupid fucking paper balls at me! I get sent down here for disrupting class? He was causing the God damn problem!" I shouted. Mister Porter glared slightly at me.

"We do not tolerate that type of language here, (F/N). I suggest you sit down and try to calm down. Relax. Now, how is everything with your mother? How about your step-father?" Mister Porter started. Oh, so he wants to turn this into a fucking therapy session?

"So, you're going to ignore me when I say Bryce was throwing balls of paper at me? At the back of my head in the middle of class? You decide now is the best time to start a fucking therapy session?! I'm getting bullied and you're going to sit in this chair and ignore it?

You know why Hannah Baker killed herself, Mister Porter? She was fucking bullied. Bullied by people like Bryce! Did you try helping her? Did you try giving her these stupid as fuck therapy session? Do you even give a fuck about your students?!"

I shouted at Mister Porter. Yes, I was pissed. Pissed off because I was sent to the office for disrupting class. I wouldn't have done it if Bryce would not have thrown those paper balls at me. As Mister Porter thought about was I said, he narrowed his eyes at me.