Masks Off (Proxies X Reader)

Chapter 1

!!TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF PARENTAL ABUSE/NEGLECT!!

N/n = Nickname

Y/n's POV

Y/n walked through the shithole building that she was forced to call a school, craving a cigarette badly. Unfortunately, she knew that there wasn't a spot where she wouldn't get caught; all of the teachers knew where her smoking spots were, so they sealed them all off and had continuously kept their eyes on her. I mean, it was necessary; Y/n was one of the worst delinquents in the school. Her chaos and rampages were all too known in that building; its walls were etched with the memories of her crimes and bribes.

If the walls could talk, they would ruin her.

"Trashy whore."

"Loose slut."

"Psycho..."

Y/n flipped off everyone who walked by her who were commenting on her physique. A smirk emerged from her lips, knowing that their opinions about her were meaningless. It wasn't their business why she made the decisions that she did. She didn't owe anyone an explanation; the way she dressed, the way she acted, the way she talked, the way she walked... She owed nobody anything. 

"Oh N/n~?" A hand suddenly brushed against her shoulder blade, squeezing down on her shoulder. She stopped abruptly in her tracks, fists instantly clenched and teeth grinding.

"Fuck off, Marcus." She hissed and whirled around, his hand falling from her shoulder. This man was the boy that every girl craved, like an addiction. He was the weed to their joint papers, the nicotine to their vapes, the nose candy to their straws. He had jet-black hair that fell in whisps over his forehead, and a smirk big enough to cover his entire physique. Not to mention his bright, blue eyes. However, his charms didn't work on Y/n; they never had. She saw straight through his facade every single time he attempted to charm her with it. He was just another fuck boy who didn't deserve her time or effort. She would try to walk away, but he would never leave her alone.

"How's my  dove doing this fine morning, hm?" He leaned against the nearby lockers, blowing a tuft of hair out of his eyes.

Y/n crossed her arms, giving him a glare with a low growl. "I'm not 'your dove'. Get the fuck out of my face, I don't have time for your shit today."

He let out a hearty laugh, as if she had just told him a great joke. "Don't be like that sweetheart. I just wanted t' ask if you'd like to accompany me to-"

Y/n held her hand up in front of his face. "I'm gonna stop you right there. There is... ABSOLUTELY no way I'm going anywhere with you, as a date or anything else. Now, if you'd kindly fuck off, I've got things to attend to." She discarded the idea of digging through her locker for her algebra homework and simply walked away. Much to her surprise, and her relief, Marcus didn't follow behind. She just shrugged it off and dragged a hand through her locks, huffing out a breath.

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After the lengthy day at school, Y/n was on her way home. She had a skateboard that she cherished more than anything which she rode to and from school. Her dad had given it to her before he disappeared. Although the chilly air stung her nose a bit, a cough escaped her lips as a pounding sensation grew in her head. She cocked an eyebrow; she thought she had gotten used to all the headaches from the cigarette and pot she would inhale... Guess not.

Y/n kicked up her board and walked into her house. She tossed her bag onto the kitchen floor along with her board gently, and flopped onto the couch, grasping out to find the remote. She switched on the TV and scrolled through some channels before settling on the ID channel.

Apparently, she had ended up falling asleep since she was awakened by an unknown source. Blinking slowly, it was revealed to be her mother standing over her with a flask in her right hand and a cigarette in her left, the stench of the alcohol burning Y/n's nose; she may have tried some hard drugs in her life, and have a serious nicotine addiction, but she was never much of a drinker.

"What... do you want?"

"You need t' go an' get the groceries from the car, and g...get your sisters." She responded in a slow slur, blinking. Y/n would have normally rejected, but she didn't want her mom driving drunk to get her sisters. They were probably the only people she cared about in the world.

Y/n muttered under her breath as she picked herself off of the couch. She dragged her feet outside and to her surprise, it was raining. She had never been a real fan of the rain but didn't mind it some days. The smell of the rain was comforting to her, though; it reminded her of her childhood, when her dad was still around and her mother wasn't a drunken slob.

It only took three trips to get everything inside. She then turned to her mom as she tossed the keys at Y/n, then proceeded to walk back inside and harshly slammed the front door. Y/n rolled her eyes before hopping into the front seat of the car and twisting the keys into the ignition.

Y/n soon picked up and dropped off her siblings, promising them that she'd be home soon. She picked up her board and snuck a pack of her moms' cigarettes into her back pocket, then she left the house. She kicked her foot against the ground, gaining speed. Popping a cancer stick into her mouth, she lit it with a lighter that she kept on her and took a puff. She didn't quite know where she was going, but anywhere was fine. She wouldn't be out for long; she didn't want to leave her sisters alone for an extended period of time. She knew that Jane could take care of herself and Natalie for a bit, but she wanted to make sure they were fed and got their schoolwork done.

It seemed like Y/n's skateboard led her to an old, abandoned railroad. She booted up the board and leaned against the fence, observing the forestry surrounding her. Taking another puff, she swore out of the corner of her eye that she saw someone standing in the bushes behind the fence, but when she looked, nothing was there.

She rolled her eyes and smothered the cigarette.

Footsteps rang out in the air. Y/n looked up, and her eyes widened. Three guys were walking directly towards her from down the railroad. Once they got closer, she instantly recognized them all too well; it was Marcus and his two friends, Luis and Isaac. Y/n had no idea what they wanted, nor why they were there. She just crossed her arms and gazed off into the distance, pretending not to notice them...

Until they were standing directly in front of her.

"Hey, sweetcheeks. Fancy meetin' you here." Marcus's face curled into a smirk.

She glared up at him. "What do you want?"

"Nah, darling, I think it's what do WE want." He leaned closer to her, positioning his palm against the fence behind her.

"Back off!" She shoved him away, taking a step forward. "You know more than anyone that you should NEVER get in my face like that unless you want a fight!"

"Luis... Isaac..." Marcus shot Y/n an evil glint.

"Shut that whore up."