prankster Nathaniel X Reader (Discontinued)

Chapter 3 Rewrite

A/n

God, I’m so sorry… If anyone stuck around waiting me to update, I admire your dedication. I’ve been caught up with school and recently lost my motivation to write. Which is quite tragic cause I need that to be able to.. Well, write.

Though this is no excuse for me to be a lazy fuck, and I sincerely apologize.

Also, it's short but I really wanted to get somethin out for ya. AND. I want to dedicate this to chocolate_cream_pie  , ya really made my day with that comment.

         -  Jade

Prankster #3 rewrite

I stood outside the tall tan building, a bag over my shoulder and a shit load of instructions. I couldn't tell if I was reading the map of the school or the instructions for ikea furniture.

I sighed and folded the paper to a neat ball. I threw the crumbled piece of paper in the trash bin, deciding it would be easier for me to ask someone for directions than following that map.

Entering a large open area packed with students making their way to classes, I tried finding a decently empty area. Instead however, I laid my eyes on a familiar head of blue hair. I pushed through the crowd, trying not to lose the girl.

“Marinette!” I reached out.

The bluenette turned quickly in surprise, but recognizing my face, she smiled.

“(Y/N)!” Mari beamed. “What's up?”

The blue haired girl was fiddling with her purse. It seemed to be a small habit she possessed.

“I’m okay,” I sighed, “just happy to see a familiar face.”

“Yeah, mornings here are quite rough,” Marinette gave me an understanding smile. She really was kind. Though, the girl was quite energetic and didn't seem to want to stay still.

“Yeah, um,” I paused to take a breath, “Could you help me get to class?”

“Of course.”

Mari, being the kindest person I’ve ever known showed me around the school. I was introduced to some of her friends who were really kind. And after an exhausting half an hour we were finally seated in the classroom. I had gotten a seat next to a redhead boy named Nathaniel. He was quite shy and really into drawing. We didn't talk much though…

The class went by slowly, but I kept my attention to the teacher and wrote down a couple notes to keep up. After the class I was given a couple papers on what I had missed. I had a lot to catch up on. Wandering around the halls, i kept my eyes on the papers. I wasn't quite paying attention to my surroundings, so it was no surprise I bumped into a very unpleasant individual.

“Ugh! Watch where you're going,” the blonde whined in an unpleasantly high pitched voice.

“Sorry, my bad,” I shook it off, “I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing.” I wore an apologizing smile.

I was expecting to be able to walk away after that but this bitch apparently wanted to pick a fight.

“Oh no you don't,” the blonde grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, “ do you know who I am!?”

“Um, no…” I trailed off, “ but you seem like a brat.” I shrugged, making sure I didn't sound bothered.

All she did was gasp and I was pulled away from the scene. I could tell she was about to slap me. Who pulled me away? Tomato boy. He pulled me to an empty classroom and left the door on edge. There was a long silence between us.

“What were you thinking!?” Nathaniel suddenly came at me, as if I was stupid… I'm not stupid. (so how’d you graduate so fast?)

“What,” I looked at him, slightly tilting my head to the side, showing the confusion on my face. I could see the blush on his face deepen in frustration and probably embarrassment.

“That was Chloe (insert last name cause I don't remember and too lazy to check! Ugh!)!”

“So?” I asked, continuing in my confused state.

“Daughter of the fricking mayor!” The redhead flailed his arms around in frustration. I let out a long ‘oh’ and he sighed in defeat.

“So?” I asked anyway. The petite boy let another frustrated gesture.

The bell suddenly rang and the both of us jumped in surprise. The ginger left without a word after making a few more confusing gestures with his hands. I chuckled in amusement  at the scene that had played in front of me just a few seconds ago. I accidentally banged my head against the wall I was leaning against. That hurt like a bitch. I curled up in a ball whilst holding the back of my head. Okay, maybe I was being a bit dramatic. I straightened myself up and dusted off my clothes, forcing myself out of the classroom into the crowd of smelly hormonal children.

I was shoved in many different directions before finally getting fed up and quoting one of my many inspirations.

“MOVE!” I started by yelling, once I had their attention I continued my statement, “I’m gay”.

Now this action unfortunately did not do anything. Brandon betrayed me. Being gay does not make you a better person.

I had finally made it from the grease pile of future McDonald's workers, and miraculously I was alive. I got a detention slip for being like, twenty minutes late.

As I sat at the back of the class, I replayed some of the few events that had time to occur today. And one thing’s for sure, the redhead sure was funny. I’ll make note to grace him with my presence in the future.