Him

62 0 0
                                    


 YOUR POV

  As I stumbled into my apartment, I took off my shoes and threw my backpack onto the table, grudgingly making myself a cup of tea. I walked off to my couch with the piping hot cup of tea, and I decided to watch Rick and Morty to pass the time. After only one episode, I received a text message: 

Unkown- Hello.

Me- Who is this?

Unknown- Mr. Fishbach. I'm going to be picking you up to make sure you attend the meeting later. It'll be at 6 pm.

Me- Okay...

(Contact Updated to: Ass Butterfly)

 I giggled and continued to watch my favorite show. It was 5:45, so I fixed my hair, put on my shoes, turned off the television, and texted Fishbach:

Ass Butterfly: I need to know your address.

Me- It's XXXX XXXdr

Ass Butterfly: Be ready. I'm serious. I will not tolerate being late.

Me-Yes sir.

 Wow, sir? You couldn't come up with anything better? Fucking dork. I thought to myself. I grabbed my purse and scrolled through Instagram waiting for him to take me back to hell out of scheduled time. 

Ass Butterfly- I'm here.

 For a minute I had forgotten who Ass Butterfly was. I looked back at the texts and started laughing so loudly you could've heard me from a mile away.

Ass Butterfly- Why are you laughing? Please come down, don't make this harder than it has to be.

 I laughed even harder. Holy SHIT!BWAHAHAHAHHAHA!

 I heard a loud but crisp knock on my door. I immediately shut my mouth and walked over to it, seeing Mr.Fishbach tapping his foot.

 "Are you serious? I asked you to be ready, and you sit here laughing?" He snapped

 "I couldn't help it, it's hard not to." I snapped back.

  He ignored the little comment, and he dodged it perfectly.

 I walked outside, locked my door, and went to his car. I sat in the backseat, not trying to talk to him. As we arrived, I saw the piece of shit bitch that got her ass kicked screaming at the principle. I stepped out of the car, walking up to the principle. 

 "Shall we?" he said, ignoring the cunt.

 We walked inside into office and replayed the evidence. Mr. Fishbach looked impressed. When we were done, they concluded and answer to this violence.

 "You, Y/n, will have a day of in-school suspension, along with four days of regular suspension, while Ally, you will have the same thing." the principal declared.

 "I will be taking you in for the in-school suspension, Y/n" Mr. Fishbach said.

"Why?" I asked.

 "I'm your only teacher." He said, smirking a bit.

 Great, now he wants to get back at me.

 "I will be dealing with you, Ally" the dean on the other side of the room boomed.

He wasn't the most friendly guy.. Ha bitch.

"I hereby dismiss this gathering!" the principal said.

I left the room holding in a laugh. What a dork... but an okay dork nonetheless.

I didn't want to ride with Fishbach, but he insisted. I did it anyways, but hoping we wouldn't try to talk to me.


 "What a dork.." he mumbled, seeing my meme page on Instagram while peering over my phone kinda. I laughed, seeing his contact name again. He opened the car doors for me as I slipped in the back. A true gentleman, at least.  He initiated a conversation with, 

"That was pretty bad-ass for a kid.."

"Not really," I said, which was half-true. I've done better.

 "What are you talking about? The way you kicked their asses, even when they all went on you at once... Where did you learn that?" he asked, genuinely interested.

 "Long story-short, I was bullied a lot because my brother came out as gay, so I had to learn how to fight for myself." I said, with the tone that you'd typically have if you were asked this many times.

 "This is why I'm starting to worry about you. Hell, I don't even know you that well, but you're already getting me worried." he said.

 We arrived at my house. 

 "K.." I said as I started to tumble out of his car.

 "Thank you?" I said as he drove off.

_________________________________________________________________________

A/N: WOW! I'm the shittiest writer, but I just keep trying... Tell me when I need to stop.


Markiplier (Teacher) x Reader, Sudden AttractionWhere stories live. Discover now