Bad Boy Vernon X Reader Seventeen Fanfic

First Day of Senior Year

"Damn, why do I have to get up this early for school?" You murmur as you lazily roll out of bed.

"Just think, you have only 9 months and then you're out," your dad says, standing outside your doorway.

"How long have you been there?" You ask, suddenly feeling mortified that you cursed so loudly in front of your dad.

"The whole time," he chuckles before walking off.

As you sigh in annoyance, you hunt for decent clothes to wear for your first day. You thought about how much you hate change and wanted to be out of school for the rest of your life. For you, change has been frequent lately. You and your family moved into a new state and you are going to a new high school. Your parents are doctors and they got better job opportunities at one of the top hospitals in the country.

Here you were, hesitantly getting ready for your first day, tugging on your clothes and brushing your h/l, h/c hair. Going into the bathroom, you stand in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in disgust. You wished you could put a bag over your head, but it wouldn't be allowed.

"Y/n, you gotta go, you're going to be late for school. You don't want that, especially knowing that it's your first day of a new school." your mom said as she poked her head through the door.

-Timeskip-

Walking through the halls, you are immediately overwhelmed by how many people there are at this school. There were people of all kinds: the preps, the nerds, the athletes, and the goths. You didn't know where to start. You saw a nearby empty table in the back corner of the cafeteria, so you sat there, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to yourself. When you arrive at the table, you sigh in relief and quietly begin to study your schedule.

BAM! Startled, you nearly jump completely out of your chair onto the ceiling. Shooting your gaze up to where the noise came from. Moving your eyes up, on the table are a pair of fair skinned large hands. You look at the owner of these hands, a handsome young boy around your age glares down at you. You clear your throat and stare at his piercing brown eyes.

"Well? Are you gonna get the hell out of my seat?!" he snaps.

Feeling brave, you sit up a bit straighter and return the glare.

"Um, who the hell are you exactly?" you ask, tilting your head up a bit in confidence.

"More like who the hell are you? I've never seen you here before." he asks.

"Hell no, answer my question first." you snarl.

"Fine." he growls, aggressively propping down on one knee in front of you. "The names Vernon. Vernon Chwe. Now, who the fuck are you?" he asks once more.

"That's more like it. I'm f/n l/n. Nice to fucking meet you. First of all, you don't just slam your hands on this table that you sure the hell don't pay for, and scare the shit out of someone, demanding their name and personal info just because you haven't seen them before. Second of all, if you better not ever talk to me like that! I don't care who you are. I am obviously new here, and I would like to have a nice day, but it was ruined because of your dumb ass. I'm warning you, don't even go there with me." you rant.

He sits in a chair and continues to glare at you. He then crosses his arms and sits back in his chair with a now smug grin on his face.

"What the fuck are you smiling at? Didn't you not understand me?"

He tilts his head to the left, his grin still on his vanilla colored face. Slowly looking at his direction, you see a large group of people standing before you. The room erupts in whispers and eyeballs glued to you.

"Who does she think she is?" One person asks.

"She must be new." A boy says.

"She's messing with the wrong guy." Another girl whispers.

You turn to Vernon and glare. His smile is still on bis face.

"What is it, new girl?" He snickers.

"Why the hell are they staring at me?" You ask.

"They know that you've made a big mistake." He answers.

"The only mistake I made was listening to your bullishit." You snarl.

"No, you have no idea." He says as he stands up and slams his hands on the table as he inches his body towards yours.

Suddenly the bell rings and everyone scatters to their classes, including Vernon. Leaving you alone in the cafeteria to find your class yourself.

"Excuse me, could you help me? Please?" You call out to a young handsome boy.

He turned to you and smiled.

"Of course." He beams.

"I need help getting to anatomy class." You say.

"Get on the elevator press 2 and there will be a hallway to your left. Go to that hallway and it is the last door on the right." He advises.

"Thank you, um..."

"Dino." He replies.

"Nice to meet you, Dino. I'm y/n." You say.

"The pleasure is mine." He says before walking away.

Going up to the elevator, you press the number 2. To your surprise and displeasure, you see Vernon in the elevator before you.

"Going up?" He says teasingly.

"Yes." You mumble getting on the elevator.

You distance yourself from him, standing at the corner with your back turned to him.

"Stop acting childish." He demands.

You ignore him and cross your arms. All of a sudden you hear quick footsteps and feel yourself being slammed against the wall. You looked at him in awe.

"You- you can't do that!" You panic.

"Who said?" He teases.

You didn't answer. His face inches closer to yours, his immediately changing back into a glare.

"Don't ever cross me, girl. Because you will lose." He snaps.

You felt your feet lift from the floor as he held you up by your shirt. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you watched him laugh at you.

"Such a weak girl." He chuckles as he lets your shirt go, allowing you to hit the floor painfully.

Ding! The elevator doors seperate from each other, allowing the two of you to escape. You wipe your eyes and speed walk away from him. You walk into the class you were trying to go to in the first place. Opening the door, everyone in the room turns to you and stares as you walk inside.

"Who are you?" The teacher asks.

"Y/n l/n, ma'am." You answer politely.

She grabs a clipboard and scans a paoer to find your name.

"Ah, at the top of the list. Here you are. Check! Alright, miss y/n, if you would please, sit at that far table in the back." She says.

Nodding, you turn to the table which is at the back of the class. You would enjoy this class having a table all to yourself. Well at least you thought that until the door opens again and you see a familiar face appear in the classroom.

"Ah, Mr. Chwe. Welcome to class.

Seeing him again made your heart sink and your body to tremble.

The whole class begins to snicker and whisper.

Great, here we go again. You thought.