Player Three Has Logged In [Michael Mell x Reader]

Chapter One

(Y/n) pov
"Dad, omg, I'm going! Stop!" I yelled as my dad tried to hustle me out the door. My first day at a new school and I was already late. Thanks to my ass of a bus driver, I missed my bus and had to run to school.
"Okay, okay, just let me fix your hair!"
"Dad, my hair is fine, I gotta go!" I ran out the door and tousled my hair before putting my white beats over my head and started listening to music while I made my journey to school. When I finally got into the building the bell rang.
"Shit shit shit shit shit!" I swore under my breath as I walked quickly to first period. Math. My least favorite subject. I got to my class and the teacher looked up. Mr. Jamison I think his name is? Whatever.
"Hey, sorry I'm late, it's my first day, and I missed the bus so I had to run, and I got into the school at the first bell, and that's my life story," I panted after my monologue and some people giggled. I realized he was talking to the class and I frowned.
"Oh, you're (Y/n), it's completely fine. Do you want to tell the class about yourself?"
"Um sure." I turned to face the class and waved awkwardly. "So, unlike you just heard from my speech, that's not my life story. My name is (Y/n) and I moved here from Illinois and yeah. My mom died recently so that's why we moved. Um...oh, yeah, I also love theater. I play some video games too, mostly Apocalypse Of The Damned. Also, horror movies are bae. The end." I, being me, bowed and some people clapped jokingly.
"Okay. You're seat is in between Christine and Rich. Welcome to Jackson High, (Y/n)," (Does anyone know the name of the school they go to? Please tell me and I'll change it.) I walked to where he pointed and sat down, plopping my bag under my seat.
Christine's pov
(Y/n) seems really nice. I'm excited to get to know her. She also said she likes theater, so I think she'll like Mr. Reyes. I turned to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey! I'm Christine. It's nice to meet you!" She smiled back.
"It's nice to meet you too, and yeah, I know who you are. Like I said, I'm    (Y/n)."
"What is your next class?" I asked, hoping we'd have it together. She checked a small piece of paper.
"I have science with Mrs. Andrews," she said quietly, though I didn't ask why.
"Oh, too bad, I have social studies. I'm pretty sure Michael and Jeremy have Mrs. Andrews second period though! They're pretty great," I reassured. I didn't want her to feel too alone in this whole process. High school is a scary place, but I'm sure that she'll do more than survive. With that, the bell rang and it was time for the next class. I got up and was on my way to the door until I felt a tug on my shirt. I turned and saw (Y/n) looking lost and confused.
"Could you by any chance show me to Mrs. Andrew's room?" She asked. I smiled.
"Sure! It's on my way anyway." We walked down the hallway and I got her to Mrs. Andrew's room in enough time.
"Here's your stop. I'll see you later!" I waved and was on my way.