Fate - Ryguyrocky x Reader

"I guess it's fate,"

Your Pov

"OH SO YOU WANNA GO THAT WAY? DONT YOU REMEMBER? THIS IS MY LAST DAY? YOURE GONNA TREAT ME LIKE THIS? We. Are. Over." I said storming away crying.

I curled up on my bed blinking back tears. 'Those times are gone Y/n... It's your first day of high school!' I told myself. I took my uniform and changed into it, leaving my pjs folded neatly on my bed. I sighed. 'Give him up, he ended up being an idiot!' I mentally scolded myself. I packed my lunch quickly and ate my breakfast. I washed up my plate. "Goodbye honey!" my mother called from the living room. "Bye!" I said back and hurried out of the door. When I got there everyone was in friend groups. I didn't have any friends... Or so I thought. "That can't be her..." I heard a voice mutter from behind me. "It has to be!" I heard another voice say. I felt a tap on my shoulder and came face to face with...

"WOLFY! GENINE! KITTY! FAITH! ASH! EMMA! IZZY! MIA!" I said excitedly (lemme know if I missed anyone) "it is you!" they smiled. I hugged them each in turn and then we parted ways. I checked my timetable.

9:00 Form time/get to know time

10:00 Look at clubs

11:00: Creative writing

12:00 Lunch

13:00: Hometime/half day.

Okay so basically intro day. Room 301 is my form. Well that's 304 so back a bit... Here! I walked into the classroom and we waited silently for the teacher. No one really knew eachother. The teacher walked in. "Hello class! I would just like you to socialise for an hour!" she said happily. Okay. Great. I turned to the person next to me. "Hi I'm Y/n!" I smiled. "I'm Kia!" she replied. "Wanna be my sort of friend so we don't look too lonely?" I laughed a little. "Sounds pretty cool,"  Kia chuckled. 

Time skip brought to you by Tina's onesie.

Kia and I walked to the clubs area at 10:00 and I looked around for a club I liked. 

Fitness. Sounds stupid.

Drama/Performing Arts. Huh maybe

Story Writing. Well, I'm sold.

Gaming. Sounds cool.

I read the banner (btw there's no middle school because I'm not familiar with that stuff) 

Only Year 8's (seventh grade) permitted. "Great." I muttered. The club hour finished and I went to my Creative Writing, I love story-writing. I sat in a seat. No one sat next to me. Then someone with orangey-browny hair walked in. Ugh. It's "Ryan, you sit next to Y/n," the teacher said. I groaned in despair. "I guess it's fate," Ryan winked. Great, he's got attitude too. I ignored him.