Bad Boy Vernon X Reader Seventeen Fanfic

Only The Beginning

"Mr. Chwe, please sit next to miss y/n so we can start our path to anatomy world!" Your teacher says with glee.

"Sure thing, Ms. Rover." He says glaring at you.

You hide behind your backpack and try to avoid eye  contact. He makes himself known by plopping down in his seat and sighs with a smirk, soon turning his attention to you. You wanted to cry, knowing he would hurt you again if you made a wrong move. This is not how you wanted your first day to end.

Timeskip

After class, you watch Vernon as he walks out of the room. Before he could get any further, you lightly grab his jacket to stop him. He stops completely, slowly turning around with an annoyed gaze upon his face. 

"What?" he snaps.

"I- I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry. I might have reacted to you this morning a little-- harshly, but just know that I'm not.... What I am just trying to say is, I want to start over and maybe not have any problems." you explain. 

He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders before walking away. 

"Wait!" you call to him.

Again, he stops and turns.

"WHAT?!" he shouts.

"Well, what do you say? Could we just please put this behind us?" you ask again.

"No." he says coldly before walking away. 

Only this time you left him alone. Your heart sank, hearing that cold word escape his lips. 

Timeskip

On your way home, you contemplated the events over what happened today. You felt like the whole world was supporting itself on your shoulders. You didn't want to return to school the next day, not knowing what would happen to you. Your train of thought clouded your vision at how vivid they were flowing through your brain.

How were you going to get out of this one? You have made so many mistakes and have been in some crazy situations, but nothing like this. You have managed to get out of everything that you've gotten yourself into.

"How was your first day?" your mom asks as soon as you walk through the front door

"It was fine." you answer, trying not to cry.

"Oh, no you don't." your dad says taking your hand and dragging you to the couch to sit with them. 

"What happened?" your mother asks.

"I hate it here. I want to go home." you answer.

"What happened at school?" your dads asks.

"I just don't like my school. I miss my old one." you answer.

"You know why we are here, y/n." 

"Everyone at school hates me know, even though not all of them know me." you say.

"Why?" your mom asks.

"Me and this boy had an argument this morning and it was pretty heated. He seemed like a well known boy. Everyone was whispering and watching the whole thing." you explain.

"I think we need to have a talk with him." your dad says angrily.

"No, it's fine. I don't need anymore trouble than I already have." you insist.

"I want it taken care of before things get way outta hand." your dad says.

Timeskip

Hands clenching so hard that your palms were beginning to hurt, your heart beating so hard, you felt like you were dying as you drive to school. You knew he had something going on. He was planning to get back at me, to weaken me more than he already has. I can tell. Maybe if you pretended that it didn't even bother you, he'll eventually leave you alone and if an authority figure will notice and take charge. Walking into the school, you continue to contemplate your plans to outsmart the boy.