After I finish crying, he still continues to hold me in his arms. "Suicide is not the answer. Let me help you." He says softly. "My friends ditched me. Everyone at school thinks I'm a slut, and a rich snobby girl. I just want everything to be over." I cry. "Look at me. I don't know you well, but I know that you are nothing like that. You never fitted into being friends with Millie and Iris. They're horrible people, but you on the other hand, you're amazing." He says. I smile.
"Thanks..." "Wyatt." He says with a cute smile. "I'm y/n." I say. "I know. Everyone at school knows your name." He says. "I guess they do don't they?" I say. "Let's get out of here." He says. I nod. We walk to my car, and he offers to drive.
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As were walking to the cafe, a voice that is very recognizable stops us. "Well look who it is, the prostitute and faggot. How is she doing faggot? Making a lot of money?" Jack says smirking. (I'm really sorry if you are sensitive to that word, just know that this is a story.) "Shut the hell up Jack." He shouts at him. "Why should I? Is the faggot gonna stick up for the prostitute?" He asks. Wyatt tackles him to the ground, and starts throwing punches.
"WYATT STOP!" I yell. He doesn't. I try pulling him off, but I get kicked in the stomach by Jack. I fall to the ground, hitting my head on the pavement. As soon as I hit it, I'm out cold.
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not that perfect; wyatt oleff x reader
Fanficy/n was your average popular, rich, girl. all that changes when she finds out her friends used her for her money. her parents are very strict, and her father is a business man. he cheats on her mother, but her mom knows. hard times lead to desperate...
